The Game Called Life (CANCELLED)

Chapter Six

I glanced at Teresa and Joanna, the two people sitting next to me. In front was Seth, so I was pretty happy with my seat in science. At the moment, we were taking notes from the SmartBoard. "OK," said our teacher, Mrs. Hill "That are all the notes we're taking today. Now, we're doing a project!". A collective groan went through our room, and Mrs. Hill glared at us. "It has to be with partners, so if you complain I'm choosing them for you." As if on cue, everyone sat up straight and stared at her with the utmost attention. All except me. I glanced down at my desk, and hunched over, trying to make myself invisible. I did NOT want the students to be able to choose partners. Why? I think it's kind of obvious.

I'm alone. If she chooses partners, I won't have to deal with the humiliating task of being stuck with the only other person alone.

"Well then..." said Mrs. Hill "So the project is to create a wanted sign for a agent of erosion! It's simple: Just choose one of the agents of erosion we learned about, draw it, and explain why they're wanted. On the back, explain how this agent of erosion works. And I swear, NO ONE BETTER FORGET TO PUT THEIR NAME. And I'm taking to you Nick." Nick grinned and everyone smirked. "Ok, go children of the corn and find your partners, OR ELSE YOU CAN DO THIS ALONE." At those last words, I sat with straighter and glanced at Mrs. Hill, silently thanking her in my head. And then, I could've sworn, she looked at me and nodded, but it was only for a short second, and the next moment she was talking to Mrs. TeddyBear, our assistant teacher. 

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Lunch

Ever since the day I had screamed at Nicole about insulting my lunch, I had bought lunch from the school every day. The lunch wasn't as bad as other schools lunch programs, though it WAS before. In fourth grade, Seth, Levi, and I had been talking on the bus one day and we had all agreed the lunch was terrible. A bag full of oil? No thanks. So we had went around our class and gotten pretty much everyone to sign a piece of paper against our school lunch program. To be honest, it was pretty organized for a couple of fourth graders. We choose one representative from each grade to get signatures from their class, but we never sent them because, well, we were a couple of fourth graders. But Tim hadn't known that, and being in eighth grade then, the principal did what he did every year for the eighth graders, ask them what the should do for the school. Tim had remembered the plan that Seth, Levi, and I had thought of and told Mr. Abbey (our principal) about the plan. It went a little like this:

Tim: "Oh, you know how the fourth graders are rebelling against the lunch program, right?"

Mr. Abbey: "What?"

Tim: "Yea, well they are. Getting signatures from every grade about how bad the lunch program is. And when they're lead by an angry 5 foot fourth grader, I would watch out if I was you."

Mr. Abbey: "Is the lunch that bad?"

Tim: "To put it correctly, no it's not bad, it's a piece of crap."

Oh, and yes, the angry 5 foot fourth grader was me.

Anyways, I was sitting with Teresa, Katelyn, Nicole, Grace, Phoebe, Joanna, Megan, Anne, and Becky, all of the girls. Katelyn was also popular, and she was Teresa's best friend. She had brown eyes, and golden brown hair. She was defiantly the beauty of the class, but in my opinion, she was BORING. Still, Kate was kind and smart, so I kept being friends with her. She can't help it if she is extremely dull. Becky wasn't popular and wasn't exactly every ones favorite. She was different from everyone, but no one made her know she was, because if they did, well, let's just say you might be cornered later by a agitated girl with black hair, asking you darkly why they insulted her. Becky was tall like me, and she had long curly brown hair and brown eyes. 

Nicole said "I wonder when performance club is going to start?". Oh C R A P . I had forgotten about performance club! Performance club was, well, a club were you, erm, perform. You can sing, dance, anything, and they also put on what you could call a "musical". They choose a famous play or movie (mostly from Disney) and sing and do a big group dance to the songs from there. I didn't like performing in front of people, so I never joined. All the other girls joined every year, except Anne, Stress ball, and Lulu. I wouldn't have minded so much expect for one thing about it... it was done during lunch and recess. The last few years had been fine because Lilly would always drop out of performance club every year for me, and we would have great times, even without the others. Plus, when Stress ball, Lulu, and Anne came to the school, it was even better! But none of the people I cared about were here this year, and no one else cared enough for me if I was alone during recess and lunch. I mean, pfft, it was TRINITY! Trinity was strong! She didn't have feelings like the rest of us! No, she would always be fine. My image to the others was a strong rock, unmovable. At first, I hadn't minded so much, taking pride in the thought of not caring what others thought of me. Over the years though, I began realizing I was NOT the strong rock, but a weak pebble. I cared, yes I fucking cared. I was hurt like you. I was weak like you. No, I was not a paranormal human. I am like you. 

But who the fuck would care about me? I had to vouch for my own. 

The girls began talking about when it would start, what "musical" they would do, and what song they might sing. Normally I would have Stress ball, Lilly, and Lulu to talk to because they didn't do performance club, but not this year. I glanced over at Joanna, and caught her staring at Alex, who was sitting a table away from us. She realized I was looking at her and blushed furiously and turned to Megan, who was sitting between me and her. Hmm....

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Why, ello there :P. Is this chapter short? I feel like it is short. Hmph, who knows? Anyways, HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER :DDD More coming EXTREMELYYYY soon :3

~SickAtSoul