Glass Hearts

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Christine

I yawn, the noise of book pages flittering and pencils' granite scratching paper greet me. I slowly lift up my eyelids, looking at the classroom for math. My eyes widden as I begin to panic, I fell asleep! I slowly peel my face away from my book and hope no one notices me. Also, that I didn't get pen or pencil on my face. I think that would be more embarrassing than falling asleep in class.

My eyes scan the room, no one appears to notice the ghost that was asleep. I pick up my pencil and scribble on the lined margin in my notebook, confused on what was supposed to be done. As I continued to doodle eyes, hearts, hands and other images, I couldn't help but feel eyes burn into the back of my neck. I didn't dare turn around. Just keep scribbling, I told myself, just keep scribbling. The bell is sure to ring eventually.

As I mindlessly drew, I tried racking my brain to find what period it was, and what I had next. It was something to do, as I was loosing Space on the paper. I was starting to branch out onto the space meant for writing and doing work. Oh well, I sighed and keep doodling in defeat. I could check my schedule at my locker. Thank goodness I taped to the door. Something no one ever does, which is just plain... Stupid?

Brrrrrring! Sounds the bell. I quickly jump from my seat, throw everything from my bag, and bolt out the door. I do not want Mr. Show to have caught me sleeping in class. I tiredly slump across the school to reach my locker‚ 656. I open the door, and shove my books in, not caring if it was messy or that I could be damaging them. I glance to the thin paper taped in. I scroll my finger down, skimming the little amount of text there was. "Its Tuesday, and I just came from math, so..." I murmur to myself, "That must mean it's lunch period." At least if I fall asleep there, the consequences won't be so bad.

"Hey!" Yelled a voice behind me. I practically screamed from shock and fear. Nearly hitting the person as I spin around, arms flailing, I breathe deeply.

"Woah, calm down there." It's Matty.

I have a breath of relief, and try to calm down, "What did you do that for? You created a scene!" Thousands of beedy eyes were on us, making me feel the need to shrink away.

She laughed a little, "Me? You were the one to scream. I just came to get you and bring you to lunch."

I hang my head in shame a little, my eyes averting downward, "Oh.... Sorry..."

We didn't say anymore. Matty gripped my wrist and dragged me away to the cafeteria. The putrid smell of rotten food was afloat in the air. She brought me over to our usual table. Familiar faces, familiar place, an area where I had a place. Not where I would be the school's crybaby. I keep my head down and scoot into a seat. My stomach grumbles a little.

"Christine...?" Asks a motherly voice. I look up. Its only Sarah. The nicest girl in the school, which, honestly, isn't that hard of a title to achieve. Next to her is Alice and then Emily. Matty is across the table, but I pale and freeze when I see who is next to her. Joesph. Her boyfriend. The one that hates me no matter what. I nearly squeak from the sudden realization that he was here and look down. "Uh... Um..." I look at my empty hands. "I forgot my lunch..." That isn't true. Matty dragged me away before I could grab it. It was my favorite too, a tuna sandwich with an orange and a small pudding.