〔the atella effect〕

ch. 2

Thoughts on the Matter

Willa's Pov
The school day couldn't have gone by slower. After school I was going to Tori's house to work on our project. I don't know what kind of luck that was given to me last night as I slept but it had to be enough to be partnered with the prettiest girl in school. I pulled out a leather bound book that held nearly 3 years of sketches and doodles. It also had some letters to myself when the world seemed to stop turning. I walked home with my lame brother who seemed to be lost in thought. My brother didn't really have many friends at school except for Blake who was popular beyond all means. I had quite a few 'friends' but the only ones I would put on a pedestal would be May, Thomas, and Tori. My house was right in sight so I had to snap at my brother before he ended up walking all the way back to school.

Jack's Pov
When I was walking home with Willa some part of me felt.. empty. I was always just the nerd that hung out Blake, the super popular king of everything. I was so lost in thought Willa had to snap me out of my trance. "Jack, what's wrong you never get that deep into your thoughts?" she exclaimed. "It's nothing Willa just drop it." I really didn't want to talk to her about this. For I always felt happier being by myself. Maybe it's because I've shared everything with my sister since well... the womb. I know I shouldn't be harsh with her she means well.

May's Pov
I walked right back to my foster home and entered into the sounds of my foster sisters arguing. Not wanting to hear their crap I bolted up to my room and locked the door. Today at school was pretty tough. In nearly every class I had at least 3 no 5 pairs of eyes on me. And everytime I visited my locker a new note was placed that was contaminated with cruel and awful words that would drive any normal person to their grave but I've learned to become numb, or at least I try. Today I wore a long sleeve sweater (I'm sure you can guess the reason) that was black because I don't feel color anymore.

I laid back on my bed and stared at the ceiling wondering what would help. Maybe I could try drugs? Nah I wouldn't be able to find them. Alcohol? Nah being drunk makes you do stupid shit. Cigarettes? Perfect.

I snuck to my foster parents room as they were trying to stop my sisters' argument. I grabbed the pack and a lighter and climbed up to the roof. I let the nicotine and cancer enter my lungs and for a moment I almost felt something.. almost. I looked at the stars they seemed to shine brighter when you pay more attention to them. Like tiny gems hanging from the ceiling of a fancy ballroom.

I've had big dreams since I was little to become a dancer. Just the feeling of flying through the air with not a single car in the world. That used to be my only escape. But.. dance isn't cheap and I can't be more of a burden to my foster family than I already am. Maybe I could lift the burden I mean I've already tried I just need to plan it out more and then no one will have to worry about me ever again.

-To be continued..

(A/N: Sorry I haven't updated lately I was sick and I didn't have any courage to write but here's a chapter sorry it short but every chapter I post will be necessary to move the plot along and reveal more to the story. Thanks for reading!)