London

Unusual Meeting

I begin the day like any other day, my phone rings waking me up from a dead sleep, it's the normal routine. Shower, dress, breakfast, school. But today seemed different, it felt, strange. Like things were going to change and there was nothing I could do, but nothing happens to me so why should today be any different. The sound of the car tires creeping up the drive way brings me out of my musing, I grabbed my bag off the bench and open the door. As I leave the house the bitter chill of Seattle's charming winters encircled me with its icy grip. Shuttering I pulled my arms around myself as I reach the car door. Opening the door I throw my bag in and then climb into the seat before closing it, the door locking the chilling air out.

"Hi" he says.

"Hi, that's some winter hu?" I say as I turn the heater up.

"Yeah and it's only going to get worse."

He turns the car around before snaking down our step drive way and turn on to the main road, I watch as the lake I grew up on flies by and is replaced with rows of houses as we turn into the suburbs.

"Do you ever think about what it would be like to live in a neighborhood?" he asks me as he turns down on street.

"mmmm, sometimes" I say looking out the window.

Before long I found myself at the school, it looks as if ship has been built into it. The bow looming over the parent drop off. I say goodbye before leaving the car. There were several kids walking into the building, one nice boy even held the door for me. Such kindness was rare. I'm nice but I'm quit and have no real friends, I'm nothing more than a ghost in the school.

There where groups of teens forming as I move down the hall to my first period.

My teacher was a very tall man, at least 6 ½ feet tall, he towers over me, I admit its intimidating but he is a very nice man. Most of the time. I take my seat pulling my homework out and falling into my silence. We're learning about quadratics, not my best subject. Well I was never really good at math in general, but I mange to scrap by. The bell rings and students slowly filled the room, most laughing with their friends, others silent like me. The bell rings again and they all sit and pull out their homework and going over the papers before turning them into him, after he has them all he begins our next lesion, I fall into a daze as he talks about some formula, that's probably why I'm failing, I can never concentrate.

Before I know it he handed out the homework and the bell rings. Quickly I stuff the paper into my bag and head for my next class, luggage Arts. I love writing and stuff I just can't stand the teacher, she thinks she's the best when she can barely control the class, and her threats really aren't threating at all, there just even more annoying. But I have no say in the matter so ill just let her be. I see her standing in the hall, she greats the boy entering her class like she dose with everyone, but not me. She just glares at me as I enter. She's probably still mad about our fight last week, she lowered my grad on a essay I got a A on, and me being stubbornly argumentative it turned into a fight in front of the class, I won of cores, and on my way back to the seat one of the teens congratulate me. The ending bell rings and I sit in my seat still silent, watching the clock like I always do, counting the minutes tell the bell rings. I remember today's Thursday, they day we do the mile and a half run in gym. I like running but today I dread it. The bell rings before I know it and I up and off to third.

I change and head out into the main gym; I'm usually one of the first people out there. We walk in circles around the wide space of them gym waiting for the whistle to be blown. As I walk the others slowly poor into the gym before it is filled with screaming teens. The whistle echoes trough the gym and all the teens are herded out of the building, we move to the track splitting into groups. The popular, the football players, the freaks and the Goths. I stand alone I was never good at making friends. The teacher gives us our times and then was off; I'm immediately at the front but soon passed by the other athletic students. I keep my passes as we run; I always get around 10 minutes so there's no hurry. I think about silly things as I run, dozing off into a dream like state.