Lights That Dance To Her Heart

Prolouge

<<•Christine's P.O.V•>>

I tapped my fingernails to the beat of Seven Nation Army on my desk while Ms. Carper scribbled equations out on the whiteboard that seemed way to boring for me to actually pay attention to, my head was resting on my arm while I dully stared at the side of the classroom and wonder why I am here. This class is boring as two little kids fighting over who the best Pokémon is, and the worst part is the class seemed to stretch on forever. I mean, I could have walked to Canada and back and it would still be going on.

I close my eyes. Why am I even here? I only have a week left in Saint Richard before I get dragged to Wyoming, yet I am sitting in this chair, rotting away to Ms. Carper's lame story about her almost getting arrested because her friend wouldn't put back a container of lip stick that she stole. She's not even teaching us anything to be honest, only thing I learned in this class is that drinking doesn't cause bad decisions, people do.

I open my eyes and sit up, I can't take anymore of this. I need some air, anything, just please let me out of this hot-breath classroom! I raise my hand.

"Yes Christine?" The dark-haired teacher called out, pausing in the middle of her story.

Right on cue, everyone turned around and looked at me. I felt like their pupils were burning holes in my face as I put my hand down. Damn, I didn't know that freedom meant that much.

"Can I go use the bathroom?" I ask politely, silently praying for her to just nod and let me escape. I swear to God if you sa-

"I don't know, CAN you?" She retorted, stretching out the 'can' with a high-pitched tone before returning to her scratchy voice.

GOD DAMMIT. I grind my teeth as I force a smile. "May I use the bathroom?" I ask again, containing myself from strangling her.

"Yes you may." She said, nodding and continuing with her story.

I stand up and begin walking to the front of the class. Now, if you were in my school, you would notice a few things. I make it to the first row. First, people despise you for getting out of class for free. I get to the door and open it. Second, the classes are slightly longer than regular schools. I close the door quietly and sidestep to the wall beside of it. And third, the security cameras are mostly placed in front of any entrances or exits to the school. Which means no security in the some of the halls. And by one of those halls, I mean this one.

I let out a sigh and stand up, fixing my hood before I walk down the hallway. Ahhh, nothing like seeing the blinding colors of crimson, mint green, and white while skipping some class. I look at the passing, weird lockers as I stroll up the hall. Everyday. Every. Day. I have to walk into school and I have to see that kind of green on my locker every time I want to get something. It looks like someone vomited and smeared it all over the 6th grade lockers.

I shove my hands in my pockets as I walk closer to my locker section. Seriously, why can't we have the 7th grade lockers? They look better than this shit! Crimson? Yes please! I stop and look at the number labels on the lockers, my eyes flickering from each one.

307. 307. 30- naha! I drop to my knees and grab the lock, then I twist and turn the knob until I get the right combination then tear it away from it's hold on the small hole near the latch. I stash the lock in my pocket and open the locker, I reach in and grab a dark grey bag that has the words Follow your heart printed in white on one side. I quickly unzip the bag and pull out a ziplock bag, inside that bag contained a reddish-white meat cut into 10 small stripes. My mouth waters.

Crab meat. Store bought and processed. Tastes like heaven in a solid.

I sit down and lean against the locker, setting my lunch box beside of me. My fingers grasp a strip of crab and plucked it from the bag. It shimmer as the light from the overhead lights hit it perfectly, making it look like it actually came from heaven. I wrap my lips around it and take a bite. I swear, my eyes watered a bit. It was so good!