The Attic Rabbit

The Attic Rabbit - Chapter 2 - Everything Starts Somewhere

      Before I tell you anything I have to tell you what I'm like so that you'll be able to understand my point of view and the reason why things happened the way they happened. To start off I'm 5'4". I have long and straight black hair. I'm not the kind of girl that would be caught dead wearing pink. I mostly like wearing black and purple clothing. People say I'm Gothic even though I tell them I'm not. My favorite kind of music is alternative rock. I wear only black shoes and to tie it all up, I guess you could say that you would be more likely to find me in a cemetery than the beach.

       OK so here it goes. Let's go back one week before things started to get weird around my house.  I'm in Chemistry class and our teacher is pacing back and forth, frustrated from the lack of silence that the jocks are providing to the class. One of them has made a paper ball and has thrown it straight towards the board where our teacher stands all the way from the back of the classroom. "Mr. Adams, report to the principal's office at once! And take your friends with you!"

       The jocks are now walking away with pride and joy as they're excused from class, even if it's for the wrong reasons. Anyways, with the classroom now in silence, Mr. Simmons is announcing our lab partners for the next four weeks. I don't really have any friends, but I have my only best friend,

Liana. We met in kindergarten and while the other girls looked at me like a weirdo, she was the only one who stood up for me and we've been best friends ever since. She's looking at me and I'm staring right back. Up until now, we've always been chosen to be partners in every class. We are both hoping that we'll get chosen to be partners again. "Liana and.... Peter!"

      So sadly, we weren't paired as partners. Now I'm dreading this moment,because I'm next on his role sheet. "Elisa and... Damian!"

       I had just been paired with the worst partner I could ever have. I mean, it's not because he's a bad student. The reason why I am worried is because I've had a crush on him ever since we were in the 3rd grade. It was recess and some boys were bothering me, calling me names like Morticia and Vampira. Damian came and told them to back off. He almost even got in a fight with them. He was my hero. He was my prince of darkness.

      Now whenever I see him I become this clumsy bat that crashes against walls, pays no attention to class or to what she's writing, and has no idea what to say to him because I would forget every English word I had ever learned. Our teacher has finished calling the partner role list and everyone is now getting up to sit with their partner. Now for the moment of truth. Will I fall during my transition over to Damian's table? I got up and walked steadily. Trying not to pay attention to the weak knees I'm getting over him. I was almost at his table when one of the members of the evil clones club tripped me.

       So here it is, my secret club for the school's three meanest girls Stephanie, Marina, and Claire is the Evil Clones Club. I call them clones because, well, they all totally look the same. Petite, long straight blond hair, face covered in makeup, designer purses, pink blouses, jackets, and skirts, black high heel shoes, pearl earrings, pearl necklaces, and bad attitudes to mismatch their coordination. It's sad how an apple (or three in this case) can get so spoiled to the point where it spoils all the other apples. Stephanie is the leader of their "club". She says what goes and what doesn't, who's in and who's out, what can and what can't be done and her two followers Marina and Claire are her clones. They honestly act like "Monkey see monkey do." They do whatever she does, always.

       The whole class is laughing at me and Damian is just sitting there staring right at me. I don't know what to do or what to say. I get up pat the dust off my pants and continue on to my new seat. For the rest of the class I don't speak a word to Damian and my face is covered with my hair, too embarrassed to even say hi to him. I knew this was going to be a long day.