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PART TWO
"Alright," Charlotte shouts through the bullhorn, "you can all grab a seat now and put your eyes on me." Students shuffle around, trying desperately to find a seat good enough to see and hear her. I wonder to myself, why they need to see more of her, but I keep the thought in the confines of my mind.
When we're all sitting down, she raises the bullhorn to her lips and starts speaking once again, "So, the setting up is obviously not for the play." she says smiling, "But fear not, it's actually for the awards ceremony we're having here. It's annual; yes, but this time the ceremony will be held in accompaniment to my birthday-- hence the mandatory attendance."
We all are in shock, well, some more than others. Her groupies are being way too loud to just be normally surprised, and the wannabe's who try to gain her approval are all squealing with excitement. However, Charlotte's eyes are not on either of them, they're placed firmly on me.
Dark brown eyes that pierce my soul each time I manage to stare too keenly at her, it's a terrifying thing, but she enjoys doing it. "Yuki Vit," she spits as she says my name, "are you even supposed to be here?"
My eyes widen in horror because the public humiliation is about to start. This is why I remain invisible; so that the few stares from glaring eyes wouldn't be from hundreds. "Why do you still come to this school Yuki? You've technically finished high school, so what's the point of coming back here every day?" she asks.
Everything that Charlotte says is being hurled at me through the bullhorn. I want to run away, and disappear behind doors that they don't know exist, but I can't move. My legs have become jello beneath me and with the growing edge of malice in her voice, I become weak.
"Why don't go fade into the background while normal people finish high school?" she laughs. The hordes of muttering voices join in with laughter from her insults. I've done nothing to provoke her. I stayed out of her way and I've given her more space than necessary, but for some reason, she always decides to start things with me.
"Did you even need to come to school, I mean, you're pretty smart right?" she says, continuing her assault as the jeers from the other students gets louder. I begin to look for my friends, the few people that I know and who I know would try to help me out. I see no one, not even Christian who had been so comfortably perched in a chair since we'd walked in.
"Hey," a girl next to me says, "Why are you here?" Her voice doesn't sound insulting or like she's teasing me. She just sounds like she's curious but I can't answer her. I don't have an answer for her. Other than the fact that extra credit looks good for College I don't know what else to say. I don't even know why I bothered to come to the Auditorium. It's not like I could get in trouble for not attending -- for someone like me, it isn't mandatory.
I look at the girl carefully and I know her. She's in my history class -- Faith, I think is her name. She does well in her studies, not as good as me, but better than most. I think to myself how she must feel. I'm here probably taking up the top spots for coursework, but it's unfair to her, isn't it?
