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Flicker . { 1. }

I bent over the paper, my pencil speeding across the page. Numbers flickered in my eyes, twisting and spinning as they calculated the exact degree of the various shapes.

"Marissa," a dull, monotone voice grumbled. I blinked once and the numbers disappeared before I looked up.

"Yes, Mr. Marlow?" I asked, focusing my entire attention on the bald spot on his head shining as the light reflected off of it.

"Hunter needs help calculating number 42. Do you think you could help him?" Monotone. That is all we ever get from Marlow. His voice is a drag every day, like he wakes up and zombies his way through class before going home and drinking away his sorrows. I bet his wife left him, if he was ever married.

"Sure." I said, scooting back. The chair slid roughly across the ground, producing a horrible groaning noise that got the entire attention of the class. I smiled sheepishly while everyone returned back to their work.

"What's up?" I asked Hunter as I slid into the seat next to him.

"I've measure this angle about 6 times and each time I get a different answer. Could you try it out for me?" he asked. I nodded, trying to avoid his deep green eyes. I blinked and the numbers filled my vision again. I could see the angle at which he held his pencil, the uneven angles of the table. I could even see the exact distance of the top of the table to the bottom of the floor. But most importantly, I could see exactly how far away Hunter's lips were from mine.

I cleared my mind, embarrassed to be thinking such thoughts. It was foolish to imagine kissing Hunter, he just wasn't my type. I glanced at the paper and pretended to measure it. The protractor was off, probably a fault in making it, but I could accurately tell Hunter the measurement.

"42.6 degrees," I said, looking up at him. I blinked, hazel eyes going from  a swirling mess of numbers and lines to a swirled mess of green and brown.

"How about 67? I could-" the loud ring of the release bells drowned out the end of Hunter's request.

"It's 4.7 degrees." I said before grabbing my bag and racing from the classroom. Marlow was my 7th period teacher,the last period of the day, which was good because if I had him first period I would have failed.

Getting through the hallway at the end of school isn't as dramatic as they make it sound in books and look in movies. Honestly, it's only hectic in the freshman hall for a few weeks while they learn to walk. People generally respect you and you don't get pushed into lockers. Today was no exception.

I speed walked my way down the Junior hall, eager to get to my car and go home. Before you get any ideas about me being a freak because I can see numbers, angles, and what not, know that you're wrong. I have friends, a lot of them actually, and I don't haul ass into a little corner every day once I get home. I go out, party, get drunk, I live a normal teenage life-minus my little glitch. It doesn't normally cause problems but sometimes, like when I'm in a forest, I get headaches because there are so many numbers. I can usually control when I see them but all the other times I can't seem to get a control over it. I just worry that someone will notice the spinning in my eyes and really think I'm a freak.

"Marisaa!" I winced as the high-pitched, sing-song voice reached my ears. Damn.

"Hey Lauryl," I said, cursing under my breath before turning around and flashing a fake smile. Lauryl was practically my stalker. She followed me everywhere, always posted on my wall, and was always at my house. It's not like I couldn't say no either; she was my soon to be step-sister.

"Oh my gosh, so you'll never guess what happened to me today!" she cried, linking her arm through mine. I glanced up at her and stifled a laugh. We used to call her beanpole in the 9th grade. I'm not sure how it started, but it was hilarious.

"Well, I'm not good at guessing so tell me!" I said, coating my tone with fake enthusiasm.

"So, you remember Josh Lakers, the new guy?" I nod in understanding. Beanpole continues. "Well, he asked me out to dinner!" She squealed. I faked a smile.

"Aw! Congrats! When is it? Maybe I can help you pick out an outfit." This made her day completely. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree and a wide smile planted itself on her face.

"That would be so amazing if you could!" she continued on and on until I reached my car.

"Lauryl, tell dad and Janet that I'll be home late." I said, unlocking the doors. Lauryl nodded and waved goodbye before skipping over to her own car. Janet was her mom, my soon to be step-mom this coming June. It was already March. I grunted, pushed the keys into the ignition and waited for the cars to clear the lot. While I waited I pulled down the sun visor and examined my appearance. Strands of brown hair stuck up around the top of my head and my eyes looked warn and tired. I suppressed a yawn and began to pull out of my parking space.

Just as I pulled out of the parking lot, I saw the unfamiliar face of Josh Lakers staring into my side mirror from behind. He didn't look unpleasant or dangerous at any rate. He just stood there, staring like he could see something I couldn't. I waved to him from the mirror and that seemed to take him out of his trace. He smiled, waved back, and then walked away. I furrowed my brow, confused, and drove away.

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Hey guys! So since I've started writing I've been getting bursts of inspiration to write about pretty much everyday like [but I'm leaving most of that action for "Bully"]. I've learned that not all my ideas contain enough action or actually story to write about so I've let some ideas just sit in my head. This idea has been chomping at the bit for a while to get written down, so here you go!

I'll update this every Friday. :D

Also;

Poetic Hearts on Mondays

Bully on Wednesdays.

This is going to be valid through June because once Summer starts I might not have time to post all the time. SO I'm going to go ahead and write a couple chapters in advance(:

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