S E C R E T (A Mindless Behavior Story)

♥Chapter One

Craig.

It was floating. Seriously, it was floating.

My alarm clock was floating and I was trying to make it touch the nightstand by pushing down on it, but it kept floating. And, no, I wasn't high because I had just woke up- and, the eye boogers were still in my eyes. And it wasn't a dream because I tried sitting on the alarm clock and I fell on my butt. Oh and the pain? Yeah, it was sharp, landing on the hardwood floor. All while I was engrossed with pain, the alarm still beeped a rooster chime.

I didn't even bother to get back up because the alarm clock was invincible against me. However, once the alarm clock read: 7:15...it fell on my nightstand like-nothing-like I didn't just have a wrestling match with the alarm clock and lose. Hallucinations, much? Yeah, I'll go with that because this wasn't the only time I saw something float.

Finally, I decided to get up and walk over to the window to see my hell of a neighbor, Adrienne stretch. She turned her head and saw me look at her so she walked to the window.

After pulling up the window, Adrienne says, "What?"

"Oh, nothing. Just wishing to see a beautiful, amazing, fantastic, sunrise out my window, but instead I see this," I paused emphasizing my words, "troll."

Her eyes flickered up opened and I noticed something... I couldn't figure it out. What is it that's different? "Why are you being so rude?" she asked. She didn't sound like herself asking me that type of question. "Why was I being so rude?"

"Are you messing with me, Adri? C'mon every morning we say rude things to each other," I said referring to every morning *before* the football incident. "Did you have amnesia? Did the football hit you that hard in the head?"

"No, I still remember everything."

"Then, why are you-" I couldn't finish my sentence because I lost my train of thought at her body being marked up. "Is that a tattoo?"

"Yeah, a fake one. I brought it for fifty cents at the corner store." she quickly covered it with her pink sleeves, mustering up a generic smile. Then, boom it hit me. Her eyes were...

"Are your eyes sliver? What the hell? I thought they were brown."

Adrienne flashing me another generic smile. "Jeez, they're eye contacts."

"Did you buy that for fifty cents at the corner store, too?"

She gave me a scolding look and walked away from the window.

*

At school, I couldn't focus almost the entire day because of two things; my floating clock and how different Adrienne was acting. First of all, alarm clocks don't f*ckin' float, and secondly, why did Adrienne have a tatttoo, why did she get contacts? I know her vision is perfectly fine because of all the times I wrote signs for her to shut the f*ck up, for her to read across the window, because afterwards, she always shot me a bird.

Maybe she was right. Maybe I was too rude to her this morning. But the thing was, worse had been said between us. I decided to _try_ to be nice to Adrienne. Even though I knew it was gonna be hard. I just _had_ to figure out what was going on with her.

Soon, I saw Adrienne walking down the hallway towards the girls' bathroom. But I saw something that couldn't believe. Instead of tied, her shoe laces were pretty much suspended in midair!

Mr. Stein was looking dead at her feet too, and he looked up and around quickly. It seemed like he was making sure no one was watching. His eyes landed on me, and in the last second looked away. I felt his stare for a moment, and then the feeling went away.

I looked up, and he was gone. Like magic.