Silence

Chapter 3: New kid

I wake up to the familiar beeping of my alarm clock. I turn it off and get ready, putting on a similar outfit as yesterdays. I fill my pocket with its usual contents, fix my mouth mask and head off to school. In the middle of third period, math, the principal walks in with a boy that looks to be around 16-17. He's skinny, tallish, with short black hair with blonde tips on the left side, and a lip piercing on the left. He has a short sleeved white shirt with black sleeves and dark blue jeans.
I look around the classroom and see most of the girls practically drooling over him. I roll my eyes and continue doodling in the back of my notebook
"Ah, Blake Wilder. You can sit by.....Scarlett." says Mrs. Brantley.
I look up as I hear my name.
"Scarlett, raise your hand please." She orders.
I raise my left hand and Blake looks over at me. He hands Mrs. Brantley a piece of paper then walks towards me sitting in the seat beside me to my right. I look at him for a minute and continue drawing.
"What's with the mask?" He asks.
I instantly freeze up for a second. I don't blink, breath, or anything. I quickly get myself together and shake my head as I look down at my notebook and pretend to be busy.
"Forget it." He says, looking ahead at the teacher.
I sigh in relief and look up at the board. Almost all of the girls in class give me angry and disgusted looks. I ignore them and copy the notes from the board.
Once class is over I quickly grab my stuff and go to my locker. As I'm getting out my history book someone slams my locker floor shut and my books fall back inside. I look to my right to see Hailey a and her gang.
"We were thinking," she says referring to the two blonds behind her, "that you should trade seats with one of us."
She hives me a fake smile that looks as though she's daring me to refuse. I tilt my head to the side confused. Why does she wanna trade seats?
Her smile fades into a scowl as she replies, "To sit by Blake? Because obviously. You don't deserve it."
I shrug and re open my locker.
"What does that mean?" She asked confused and angry.
I open my notebook and write -not up to me. Ask Mrs. Brantley- and rip out the page handing it to her. They read it and look up at me. Her 'henchman' look confused and she smirks.
" Is that so?" She asks.
I nod and she chuckles slightly walking off. I can tell they weren't satisfied with my answer. I see her crumple up the piece of paper and stuff it into her pocket. I grab my social studies book and head to World History.
After the day is out instead of going home, I go to my usual spot in the woods.
I arrive at a tall tree with judge branches. I climb it and sit in one of the bigger branches, while I rest my back on the trunk with one knee almost pushed up against my chest and one leg ranging off.
I close my eyes and lean my head back until I feel it touch the tree. I sit here thinking about today. It definitely wasn't a normal one.
First, the new kid sits next to me, second he asks about my mask, then the popular chicks talk to me. I understand why, but it was still strange.
After a while I start to feel tired. Looking at my watch I realize its 4:30, I still have time. I lean my head back and close my eyes. Eventually sleep takes over and I'm out like a light.