Jezebel (Watty Awards 2012)

Chapter 1

I'm writing a new story and I don't really care who reads it. If you do, thank you, but the last one I wrote no one really cared to comment or fan or vote, so whatever. Here it is. In my own words and thoughts.

P.S: Just because of what I said, don't go thinking this book is about me. Hah funny.

 

Chapter 1

The headaches were getting worse.

I gazed out the window staring at absolutely nothing, rubbing the sides of my temple before looking back down at the empty page in front if me. It seemed to be screaming at me to pick up my pen and write something down already, but nothing could come to mind.

I had been getting these headaches since the age of 10, but now they were getting worse and worse with every year. If they got any worse, I wouldn't make it to my 18th birthday next month.

I could be an A+ student without even really trying if I wanted to, but I chose not to. I couldn't fathom why I was so much smarter than these average kids, but I sure as hell wasn't going to be stuck into no class of snobby idiots who thought they were smart. Leave it to me, I wouldn't go to school at all.

"Jezebel, can you please stop gazing out the window and get back to work?" Ms. Hewitt said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I sucked my teeth and folded my arms across my chest, rolling my eyes at her.

God, Ms. Hewitt could be such a pain in my rectum. It was as if she had it in for me. Always calling my freaking name. I wish I could change my name and I wouldn't tell her my new name, so she wouldn't be able to call me anymore. Wait, no that wouldn't work. One way or the other, she would still find a way to bother me.

I sighed heavily and slouched down in my seat even lower. It was the last class of the day and the seconds seemed to be taking their sweet time to end the damn class, so I could leave.

Suddenly, something hit the back of my head and fell to the side of my feet. I sat up and looked down to see a paper ball on the floor next to my desk. Immediately, my head snapped back up to see if I could catch who the culprit was. All the faces looked the same with bored or focused expressions. I narrowed my eyes at a boy in the back of the class when his eyes flicked towards mine and quickly away. Hmm, suspicious much?

Tearing my eyes away from the attractive guy I was suspecting as the paper ball thrower, I reached down and picked up the paper ball. I uncrumbled it and spread it open on my desk. My eye brows furrowed at the message written inside of it.

"Step carefully."

What could that mean? I looked back at the boy, but he had his head down in his arms on the desk as if he was sleeping now. I scratched my head as I scanned the classroom again.

"Dingggg," the bell rang loudly and everyone, including myself, raced out of the classroom like our pants were on fire.

"Okay, you may finish this assignment for homework..." Ms. Hewitt's fading voice called as I rushed with everyone else for the school's exit.