Before Arizona.

1

I stretched out the grey fabric of my sweatshirt. My mother always scolded me for my nervous habit, she claimed it made it look like the sweatshirt was swallowing me whole. My friends feared for my fashion sense. I, however, thought my plain blue jeans and large sweatshirt everyday look was something that worked for me. It didn't make me stand out from the crowd, which was the whole idea. 

The thunder of feet and clapping of lockers invaded my mind as I walked from class to class, the ticks of the clocks blaring into my ears every class period. They would not go away until my fourth period, science. While all the other juniors tried to get out of their work in that class, I adored the thought of finding the absolute magnitude of a star, or the chemical breakdown of a substance. I longed for the intellectual debates that would happen between myself and my other friends in the back of the classroom. That's where I touched deep down into my mind and pulled out every logical argument I could make to support my theory of explaining the bizarre happenings of our universe. The science classroom was where I could be my nerdy, geeky, all-around abnormal self. And I loved that feeling. 

So as the day went on and my science class passed me, I dragged my feet around the school just trying to survive the day by playing the role of wallflower. I wasn't the only wallflower in the school, there were many of us. There was Bobby who had the locker next to mine, Loraine who thrived in the art room sculpting her thoughts through mediums, Cecelia who never spoke a word in fear that the whole entire world would judge, Sam who was the go to guy for non-official counseling and deep talks, and then me, the gal who filled her mind with the pressure of succeeding throughout high school. We all were just one tight-nit group out of the many groups of wallflowers who went to our school. 

The homework load for that night was nothing I couldn't handel, but ever so boring as usual. Sitting down at my desk after making myself a pot of tea, I opened my laptop to find last nights newly created document still open. Closing it immediatly I shuddered as the thought of last night invaded my mind. I had spent hours working on typing up one of my reports for Ms. Alka. My reports were supposed to be a weekly thing, but I hardly ever turned them in. Removing the thought from my head I moved on to my pile of homework that would consume my being for the rest of the night. 

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Hey guys! Sorry that this is a really crappy chapter, but the next will be filled with excitement and you all will have bubbles errupting from your guts you're so excited! Too weird? Yeah, I know. Stay tuned for 2!