Dead || h.s

one

Sonaclair

"BEEP BEEP BEEP! I REPEAT, BEEP, BEEP BE-"

I slam my hand down on the snooze button of my noisy, but highly effective, alarm clock that sounds like an old Mexican guy yelling in my ear. Tuesday's are annoying, but not as annoying as Monday's. It is useless to come to my mom with an excuse after I missed an entire day of school yesterday, but why not try anyway.

"Mom, I don't feel good!" I scream from my bed, hoping she can hear me from all the way downstairs.

"Rosalie Marie, don't give me that! You just missed school, so you're not missing another day. Stop wasting your time finding excuses" she called back to me.

What a waste of a good day. I could have stayed home and do nothing productive, but instead I must go to this facility filled with teenagers high on hormones. Why must we live like this? I have no idea.

I kissed my mother goodbye as I slipped through the door. I was running late, probably resulting in another speeding ticket. I drove to school, still disappointed in my self for letting go so easily. How could I show all of my classmates a side of myself I wanted no one to see? What is wrong with me?

You've got more problems than the number of plastic surgeries Bruce Jenner has gone through.

You're a mess of a person with problems that don't even exist. Why are you so needy for attention?

I've got voices haunting me inside my head. I am officially crazy.

Showing up to school is just bad all by itself, especially when you've had the nickname "Ghost Girl" for 4 years, that people came up with because I'm whiter than paper, talk to no one, but I kind of scare the shit out of some people because I don't like it when people stare at me for longer than 3 seconds. It's weird to walk around school hallways everyday with no one making eye contact with you, but I kind of like it. But today was definitely the worst day at school, even yesterday was better.

I got out of my car, wrapped up in a jacket to keep me warm, but as soon as I looked up, I was done for. I walk to the side walk to have everyone that is engaged in any kind of social interaction to stop and stare at me. Stare. All different eye colors are just in front of me, looking into my soul. I pause briefly but still keep walking at my slow pace. I keep looking forward but listening to the silence. They're eyes are knives, stabbing me in the back as they keep staring. I should say something, but decide against it. Instead, when I am about 3 feet away from the main entrance, I put up the middle finger that was intended for all of them.

I smile and laugh behind the doors as I see people's jaws drop at my actions. Some just turn towards their friends and start talking again as if nothing happened. But the one the get's to me the most is a tall boy with freakishly large hair laughing. He's dying of laughter while some of his friends join him. That was not suppose to be funny. I walk a couple step, only to see all the freshman looking at the floor, not daring to look me in the eye. I chuckle at them

"Weirdness is just a side effect of being awesome"

Freshman faces are the last thing I saw before exiting outside to find that boy with the curls and his friends who seem like the only people who get a joke around here.

When I push passed the doors and exit the building, some eyes follow as I march over to the guy with the super tall guy with all his friends talking. They are all pretty tall compared to me, which is a disadvantage when you're trying to get someone take you seriously. I barely reach my short arms up to his shoulders where I tap him. I couldv'e yelled his name or threw something at him, but I'm not all bad...

"Hey dude why-"

He turns instantly when I start talking. "Well hello Rose. Nice entrance you made"