Mystery Maker (under construction)

Mystery Maker

Main character's POV

School came as early as it should, not leaving a single drop of summer behind. Sweeping all the dust of hardwork into the trashcan, no one could even remember what we took last year.

The school lights buzzed their usual glow, those that could take your sight away. The tiles were a light shade of blue, since the students last year complained about the dull colors and that the school should be 'modern'. Everything else was the same. The same groups of friends and the same strict teachers. Same ole me. I never understood why I couldn't fit in.

Sitting in home room, waiting for the other students to arrive, I felt something in my head. Like whispers of the heart. They just came, clattering and clashing in my mind. Strange, I thought. Then I sensed someone staring at me. I glanced around the class, receiving glares or mere waving of hands. Someone new caught my attention. A girl with a plain top and slightly baggy jeans with a calm face was sitting at the corners of our cold dim classroom.

Her black almond shaped eyes were tucked away under her short eyelashes and her dark brown hair. Her mouth was as thin as a needle, and she didn't speak. Her head was lowered, explaining her shyness. Suddenly, the biology teacher, Mrs.Kimberly, came in. That's when I snapped out of my thoughts back to reality. Great, I was day dreaming again for what seemed the fifth time this morning.

I couldn't believe when the period finished, since I was glancing at my cherry red watch for forever. It was my favourite. If I forgot to wear it I would rush back to my house and grab it. It was precious since it was from my uncle, who used to visit ultimately rarely.

Boy was I addicted to it. Oh god, I was fantasizing about my watch.

Next morning as soon as I settled down into my seat, the teacher declared that me and Rebecca were working together on a project that was due next week, and that we should get started on it right away. I glanced at her blankly, and she did the same. The only response I got was her eyelashes fluttering in the school lamp light. Clutching my book bag I hurried to my locker to avoid any awkward conversations with her. If she would even look at me, that is.