Translucence

Chapter 1.

In the middle of my junior year of high-school, my mom decided I was reaching my 'full potential' in Washington Post; a high school here in the busy state of Arizona. So she decided it would be best to take that job opportunity in Indiana she has been hesitant over for almost a year now and has enrolled me in Riverside High School, home of the Trojan Horses, right in the middle of the year.

Since we arrived in Fort Wayne, Indiana (a small town to say the least) almost three days ago, I rarely left the house and spent a lot of time in bed watching almost all four seasons of Prison Break.

I was planning on breaking a record on watching a whole season in a day, but my mom thought that it would be a good idea to go to the towns yearly carnival to 'reminisce' with the abundance of teenagers that were apparently going.

She handed me the flyer and I told her it was inevitable that I go because the flyer clearly stated that it would be fun for kids, and I am not a kid.

"At sixteen and a half," I stated laying on the sofa in the living room where I haven't moved from in the last seven hours, "I'm hardly a child, therefore I should not go."

Somehow, I managed to get out of the carnival situation, but I soon would have to face actual human contact.

Sooner than I thought actually, because today was Sunday and that meant tomorrow was Monday, and Monday meant school. I cringed at the thought of starting all over again. New town, new people, new everything.

I finished the episode of Prison Break that I was on and used the remote to shut the tv off, grabbing my blue-grey blanket and the cup of sprite that sat on the coffee table and started upstairs to my room.

I threw the now warm and flat can of sprite in the silver trashcan that occupied a space on the floor next to my desk.

I did a double, then triple check of my backpack, just to make sure I had everything that I needed for my first day tomorrow.

If anything was worse than being new to a high-school where you know exactly nobody, is showing up late and unprepared to sed high-school.

Before I went to bed, I made sure I had my copy of Sign Language

in my backpack. (To be fair, I call it a backpack because I use it as one, but most would call it a 'purse' or just a 'bag'. It's a big MK purse that I had taken from my mom, because who knew what the bag fashion was at this new school. My mom didn't seem to mind I was trying to be 'involved', but the truth is I'm just trying to make it passed the year without being talked too or glanced at for too long.)

Before I even came to the school, the school board made it fairly clear to my mom that I had to be 'caught up to speed' in all my classes. Which meant I had to read a book called 'sign language' by Amy Ackley for my world literature class, which by the way, I had a double period for first thing in the morning.

Also, I do not know why they call it world literature; it's just a fancy way to say English. They probably called it world literature because it was an advanced course.

I didn't mind reading the book actually, maybe because I don't mind reading in general.

In fact, if I wasn't laying on the couch watching prison break or busy ignoring my mom, reading is my favorite past time.

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I beat my alarm and woke up an hour before I was supposed to wake up due to the nausea and the anxiety I felt for today.

Since I had more than enough time, I took a lengthy shower; it was the perfect place to think of all the possible scenarios of horror that could occur in just the 7 hours I was obligated to be in school for.