My Tarnished Knight

Chapter 3

I walked into the hell hole they call Julia Douglass High School with my head down low and my music loud.
I passed people and some teachers while smiling at the teachers who greeted me and ignored the other kids. When I was little I was always around adults, courtesy of my parents. It was one of the reasons I was horribly awkward around people my age. I get along with adults better.
As I got to the courtyard, where everyone waited until the doors opened to let us in for school, my friend Clara came running up to me.
"Hey." She said as she took out one of her earbuds. Her makeup consisted of plum eyeshadow with her regular black eyeliner on the top, bottom, and waterline.
"Hey Clara." I said glancing around.

"What, no Jon today?" I asked in a joking tone. Jon was her boyfriend of two months. Usually when she would greet me he would be there holding her hand or with his arm over her shoulder. It was quite cute. Jillian was pretty and knew how to flirt, unlike me, so she could get almost every guy in this school, even with her, alternative, style.

"No he punched a guy in the face for trying to grab my ass and so now he's in the principal's office." She sighed. "He can be so protective sometimes. Not that I mind though that guy totally deserved it."

I nodded. "Who was it?" I asked. "Logan Garza." She said as she rolled her eyes. "Ew, he is such a perv." I said with a disgusted face. Logan is a short scrawny guy with short black hair who hits on every girl he sees. He never gets one of them though.

"Yeah I know. Good thing Jon saw his hand reaching before I felt it. That would have been so freaking gross."

"Yeah." I said agreeing. "How much trouble do you think he's gonna be in?" I added.

"Probably not that much once he describes what happened and considering Mr. Langdon is a total marshmallow." She said shrugging.

I laughed a little at that. It was true though no one really got in trouble with him. It was the vice principals you had to watch out for.

Just them the bell rang. Clara and I started walking towards the stairs. Our school had two buildings and both of them were two story. My homeroom was on the second story of the second building. Clara's was too but she had a different homeroom.

"I absolutely hate stairs." She said groaning. "Doesn't everyone?" I said. We finally got to my locker and parted ways. "Bye Jill." I said. "See ya, Alice." Clara called back. I turned to my locker and undid my lock.

As I opened a piece of paper came out and landed on the ground. Stupid math notes. Always falling out, I thought.

I took out my binder from my backpack and shoved the paper into my binder. then I grabbed my books for my first three periods, replaced it with my backpack, and put my phone in my pocket while taking out my earbuds and putting those in my hoodie pocket too. I slammed my locker and locked it, then ran to my first period, language arts.

I sat down at my desk just as the late bell rang. My teacher, Ms. Weech, walked in. She was the worst. She was really tan with a super short hair cut. Everyone hated her. She was the meanest teacher at Douglass High School.

"Good morning." She called. She had a slight New York accent.

"Good morning." A few kids replied back. Mainly the suck ups. I stayed quiet. As she wrote what we were supposed to do for the day, I opened my binder. Then I saw the paper I thought was a math note in my locker. It was folded in half and on a completely white piece of paper, with no lines. It looked weathered and slightly yellowish. I realised that this wasn't one of my notes from math. My stomach dropped. I looked up to make sure no one was paying attention. No one was. I put the note in my lap and slowly opened it. What I saw made me freeze.