Sorrow of the Night's Voice

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

SOLANA

My butt hurts so badly I can hardly sit up. When I open my eyes I see a girl, kinda pretty with her golden straight blonde hair and brown eyes and her face looks young, but she's really skinny. She looks at me wide eyed. It's kinda creepy but I realized behind the shocked and scared eyes she's in pain like me. I jump to my feet and apologetically say "Oh my freaking god I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going! Are you okay?!" I'm not okay but I ignore the pain to be concerning.

She still stares at me mumbling something so quiet I can't understand. I snap my fingers in front of her face and asked if she was okay again. I finally make out the words she's mumbling to herself "...this is so weird she looks just like her. It can't be her.... it just can't." What is she talking about? She seems crazy. I think to myself. "Uh.... excuse me?"

She looks like she's been shot. Then she comes back to life and says "Oh! It's okay. I'm fine. It was my fault anyways, I shouldn't have been running." I laugh and said "You must be new here. I've never seen you around before. I'm Solana." "Solana? Like the beach Solana?"

I smile a bit but it quickly fades. I like it and don't like it when people compare me to that beach. My parent's were island and beach explorers. They love traveling to places like that. Sometimes during the summer they'd take me to some new beach in the U.S. only since I wasn't getting a passport till the age of 16. They were gonna take me to Solana beach for my 16th birthday, but they died a few months before they got the chance to book a hotel and a flight. Now I live with my drug addicted uncle who barely pays attention to me. Not that he doesn't love me, he just doesn't like to have to be responsible for anyone.

"Yeah, exactly like the beach. How about you? What's your name?" I say kind of happily. She puts out her hand as if I were supposed to shake it like it was a professional thing to do. "Paisley. It's very nice yo meet you." She says a little too brightly. I lightly use my pointer and thumb to pinch her pointer finger and shake it. I laugh nervously " Uh-huh, sure.." The bell rings which means I'm now late and already on Ms.Gunderwealth's bad side again. She absolutely hates people who are late when they don't have what she thinks is a reasonable excuse, and when someone is late she automatically doesn't go easy on them for the rest of the year or until she thinks you deserve to be liked again. Last year I was late because a teacher kept me after class and didn't write me a note and Ms.Gunderwealth started to drop my grades saying I didn't try hard enough or that my work was too sloppy and many more made up reasons. I was so upset I got her this year, especially for first period. "Great! Back to my year of doom with almost failing English. I probably don't have a good enough excuse for her and I doubt you do either. Come on." I gesture her to walk in first.

When we're both in the classroom everyone is staring at us with all the same look saying "oh your gonna get it". I finally realize that Ms.Gunderwealth is tapping her foot impatiently with her evil glare. "You ladies are late!" She says with her English accent.