Different

Chapter Five: Track

The urge that's inside of me, causes me to push her back, and she falls on someone, and they both hit the floor. Everyone awhs.

"You. Are. So. Dead." She says, getting up, and pushing me into the window of the bus, and I try not to cry from embarrassment.

"What's wrong? Little baby Anna gonna cry and tell mommy?" She coos punching me in my stomach and walking down the bus stairs chuckling with friends.

I sink onto the bus seat and put my hands to my face, so no one will see my almost tears, and glassy eyes. When I take a peek of the world, I see the boy look back at me and give me a sympathy face. I wipe my face with a jacket sleeve, and walk off the bus quickly speed-walking to the nearest bathroom.

Why me? Why am I so sensitive? Why do I have to be the dweeb! Why is my life so fucked up! I kick the wall, and start crying, sliding my back against the wall and onto the floor.

Passing period if over, so I fix my face and rush to class. Everyone is starring at me as I walk slowly in, and try to sneak past the teacher.

"Miss, Snow. Do you have a pass?" He calls, and I turn to him, shaking my head.

"Ah. Well, you're going to have to take a tardy young lady. That's three already. Two more and you're in ISS."

After class is through I get through the rest of my day until, my very last class. Gym.

My locker is right next to Brittany's so I change in the bathroom. I don't need her to see my brushes from father.

I hear whispers, but I don't acknowledge them.

"Yeah let's go.." After those words the entire locker room is silent, and from the ordinary the door from my stall slams open and pictures are snapped, but I don't flinch. Not one bit, because as soon as I hear a SNAP SNAP, and Brittany is on her knees as a tall pale girl with light red hair is holding Brittany's wrist in the air, and pushing her left shoulder down to the floor. Every time she pushes you can hear a crack.

"Let me go you slut!" She screams.

"Listen hun. Bullying a girl a year younger than you? HA, your typical. What are you going to do when your out of high school? Bully your siblings? Say sorry."

"What? You have me-" another snap echoes through the locker room and she starts screaming. "I'm sorry! Now get off of me!"

The red head lets her go, and shuts my stall, standing in front of the door. I change and knock on the stall so she can move. When she does we both start walking up the stairs to the gymnasium.

"So what's your name?"

"A-Anna."

"So, do they normally bother you?"

I nod.

"Well, I'm here if you ever need help."

I look at her and she smiles at me. Oddly I see her teeth, four of then are sharp. I don't say anything though, I just look down.

Everyone gets in their attendance spot, and wait for the teacher to talk.

"Alright, today the girls are doing track race. The idea is to go against three other girls and run the track once, full sprint. Boys, you guys have the push-up test."

The girls jog outside in the heat and wait for directions. A female comes around with a baton, timer, and a clipboard with our names on it.

"Alright, Amy, Brittany, Roxie, and Anna. Your up."

Frustrated that she picked my name I stand in lane two and get in running position with the metal starter, that I have to connect my feet to.

I glance at Brittany, and she grins a evil grin. Switching my gaze to the front of me, I close my eyes and count down with the teacher.

"3!....(3).....2! (2) .....1!....(1)...."

The whistle blows and I start sprinting as fast, but slow as I can, just enough to stay in second. My strategy is to stay with energy then use it all when it comes close to the finish line.

Brittany gets in first and her blonde hair is flowing in the breeze. Still in second I look at the red head who looks like she's only jogging. It's weird.

We're almost to the finish line and I start sprinting as fast as I can passing Brittany. The red head Amy starts gaining up on me, and there's a smile on her face that makes me wonder.

When I think I'm about to win, a splash of wind hits me and Amy takes first place and I won second. Everyone is sweating and looking at Amy is weird because... She's not breaking a sweat at all.

Forgetting my curiosity I watch the rest of the girls run full speed, as I sit on the fake grass that the school has down on the football field. Under all this fake grass I can see little pebbles.

I start day dreaming about being perfect. Cute boys constantly complementing me. Teachers giving me excuses from assignments. People being jealous. Having a lunch table full of cool kids. Perfect family that said they loved me everyday. Never had a swollen face about the death of my brother. And never tried to do sexual things with the daughter. I sigh and look down.

"Hey there!" Someone says falling down next to me.

I look at the girl and see that it's Amy the red head.

"I was invited to a party this weekend. I just wanted you to come with." We exchange looks. "So will you?"

I shake my head and give a fake smile, playing with my nails.

"Well, why not? I know you have nothing to do."

"I...I guess." I say faintly curling my legs up to my chest and crossing my arms over my knees resting my chin on my forearms.

"Alright. Meet me at my house?"

"I don't know where you live."

"Sure you do. I'm your neighbor."

I look at her, and open my eyes more.

"Your new?"

She nods

This makes my curiosity fly, and I give another fake smile, and stroke my hair behind my right ear.

"It's a deal." She says getting up and jogging off.