I sat there in geometry class waiting for Mrs. Walker to stop explaining the Pythagorean Theory in geometry terms. Boy, I miss Algebra where the Pythagorean theory is only 'a squared plus b squared equals c squared'. Now it's all this crap! She wrote a bunch of triangles on board. When will she learn that writing things on the board is a waste? No one pays attention to the board anymore.
I scanned the room to see if anyone else was ignoring the lecture and my eyes finally reached Noah's eyes. He was staring at me, and that definitely shocked me after what happened in the halls. Our eyes were locked, but not in the romantic and cute sort of way. He looked at my blankly and I probably had a stupid double chin from pulling back my head to far in shock as my eyes bugged out. Although, I pulled away from his eyes and back to the board, I could still see him through my peripheral vision. Majorly creep out, I crossed my arms across my chest and hugged myself tightly.
Hours went by and school was beginning to bug me even more than usual. Why? He's in every single one of my classes so far. Geometry, English, Science, LOTE (Language other than English), and history all consisted of him staring at me. Even at lunch when I was sitting alone from across the room I could still feel his stare. Thank God that I was now leaving for Gym class and he's across the campus doing something else. I never thought I'd say this, but thank God for the mile. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday we have to run the mile.
After I was finally dressed for gym, I through my bag in the gym locker and headed out for the track. The relief washed over me. Two whole periods without him, and I can finally go home.
"Ms. Parker," I turned around to see the principal staring me down. He's tall, stern, mean, and intimidating. He could get a confession out of any criminal in the world! No one knew how he was so scary at all he just was. Not because of the way he always looks, but because of the words he says. He was wearing a suit and tie as always. The African American, of course, is a very fair principal, but to anyone who belongs in detention he's the scariest dinosaur alive! So why was he staring at me?
"Yes, Principal Miller?" My voice cracked and was all over the place in pitches. "Did I do something wrong?" He raised one of his eyebrows and stared me down. Literally, I could feel myself getting smaller and smaller as he stood there in silence. Yes, I'm still getting smaller. Clearing my throat so I don't sound pitchy, I prepared myself to speak again. "Not to be rude, but I have gym class, Sir." I addressed him as Sir and quickly gulped down a lump of saliva.
"Yes," He nodded. "You will be excused. No, to answer your question you have done nothing wrong but I would like to see you in my office. I must get a few more students, but please sit the secretary's office and wait patiently." I nodded m head and walked slowly towards the office that is on the other side of the campus.
I walked through the empty halls ways trying to decode the reason why I'm being called to the office. I had done nothing wrong. Well he said that I have done nothing wrong so what do I have to b worried about. Darn it! I just had to go and jinx it because right now as I stand in front of the glass door that leads into the secretary's office I see Noah sitting down playing with his hands and staring at the ground. Oh! Well this day keeps getting better and better.
I entered slowly hoping not to attract attention to myself. Marching over silently, I whispered "Ms. Cimorelli, I was called in." She looked at some papers skimming them quickly.
"Yes, Principal Miller will be back soon. Take a seat by Noah Anderson." I closed my eyes quickly and silently cursing her for saying that so loudly. As I expected, when I opened my eyes he was staring at me. Awkwardly, I took the seat next to him. Curse this office for only have two chairs.
I hated the fact that he wasn't scared at all to stare at me. Looking down, I could still see him turning to the side and looking me up and down. "Is there something you want?" My harsh tone was back as I was simply annoyed. He stayed silent and so I looked up to meet with his eyes. "I'm sorry, maybe you didn't hear me. Is there something you want from me?"
Ashamed of what he had been doing he shook his head. "I'm sorry," He adjusted himself as I sighed in relief. "Can I ask you something?"
My eyes looked away from the ground and to meet him. "Fine," I sighed. "Go ahead."
"Why?" Raising my eyebrows and furrowing them together gave off my confusion. Soon he cleared his throat, and began clarifying. "Why do you isolate yourself? Why are you so different from all the girls who are always trying to be so popular?"
"That's a long story, and we have no time to talk about it." Right after the words left my mouth I stood up because out of the corner of my eye I saw Principal Miller and three other students entered.
"All of you," He cleared his gross scratchy throat. "Enter my office." He gestured towards the door of doom that had his name Printed on it. We all hung our head during the walk of shame. Four seats were already put out for us to sit. Sadly there were five of us and I was stuck standing because I'm the slowest runner here. Noah tired to give up his seat but I refused.
"You are not in trouble. But all of you have failed to do your service hours that had to be done three months ago. We understand your condition, Hayley, but you still have to complete them." I was dead for five years; you'd think that they would cut me some slack. "The board has decided to let you make them up by working it off here. We'll be meeting here every Wednesday so that I'll give you your assignment for the week. Get to know each other because you will be working together for quite awhile. Tomorrow you will start by staying thirty minutes after school cleaning up the Kitchen."
"How long do we have to do this?" I looked over at the girl who had just asked the question. A strand of her bangs was died pink as the rest of her hair was black. If it wasn't for her pink hair she could be considered emo. Dark make up, dark clothes, and pale white skin heck she could be a vampire! But those aren't real.
"Katherine," He addressed her by her name. "You have twenty four hours to make up for your grade. Get use to it." He looked over at a tall Asian boy who had blonde streaks in his hair. His eyes were closed (at least I think they were) as she was looking down. "Roy," He coughed hysterically as if he were allergic to his name. He's been coughing a lot to think of it. "Nine hours more than what Katherine has." His eyes looked over one more seat to the beautiful girl who's always so happy. "Brittany, you have thirteen hours." Finally he looked over at Noah and then glanced between us. "Noah and Hayley, you both have all Thirty eight hours."
"That could take all year!" I screamed, but I didn't care. Slowly, everyone else made their way out of the room. "You guys can't cut any slack, can you? I'm sorry I couldn't do the service hours on time. I've just been dead for the last five years. Is it my fault I was dead?" I stared at him shaking my head in a disapproving manner.
"I understand that you are upset, but it's not fair to the other students." He shrugged sitting back in his chair.
"Not fair?" I scoffed. "It's not fair that I was dead either, but it still happened. It's not fair that I'm forced to live a life that I don't want to, but I'm still living. But when it comes to the entire student body doing simple service hours and I didn't everyone jumps! What's not fair is that I have to act like nothing happened when everyone knows I'm supposed to be a twenty year old."
"We don't give special treatment," He stood up and quickly I felt large because I was now steaming with anger. How dare he even say that it's not fair?
"Yeah, I see that." Turning on my heel, walked out without turning back.
