Xena Jane just wants to get through senior year unnoticed, graduate and go to college very far away from Winter Falls. She might succeed too, considering she's invisible, she don't think half the school population knows she exists, except for teache...
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“Mother I'm home”
“Kitchen”
Life at home for Xena Jane was bearable more than it was at school. Her mother's mindless chit chat about how stressful being a nurse is, and how tiring raising a brooding teenager with no social life or any interest in having one, is. Her days were one of a constant routine, wake up, get to school, get through the day, come back home, listen to mother yap for a while until she's gone, do homework, eat dinner, read Till we meet again by her favourite author Naomi Delaney, and go to sleep at about eleven pm, wake up at 6am and repeat. She never did anything out of her comfort zone and that's not changing anytime soon
She entered the kitchen where her mother was just taking out hot brownies from the oven, wearing a navy blue apron under her matron uniform. Wendy Jane was a woman with many talents, and baking special family recipe brownies was one of them. And Xena enjoyed it when her mother would take her stress out on brownies, cause that meant she could sneak in a midnight snack. “Oh sweetie, do me a favor and take out the trash. I forgot to do it yesterday, or tell you to do it”
She simply rolled her eyes, placing her bag on top of the kitchen counter. “Hello mother, how was your day? Oh mine was shitty as always thank you for asking”
“What's new there”.Her mother simply answered placing the hot brownies on the kitchen counter besides her bag to cool. She took off her oven mitts and apron, tossing them in a drawer. “Honey, how many times do I have to preach the same speech. Friends don't fall from heaven and into your lap, you have to actually talk to people in order for that to happen. Maybe your days can go from shitty to exciting, being normal is not a disease love, try it sometimes yeah”
“A social status is not all that is cracked up to be mother, 80% of the teenage population suffer great discrimination because of it, I happen to love my life drama free thank you very much” She rounded the counter coming to pick up the trash that sat neatly besides the kitchen door. “You worry me” She simply rolled her eyes to her mothers notion, picked up the trash and went out to throw it by the dumpster that lay neatly by the grass path leading out the front gate. She quickly came back, went straight for her bag and took it with her to her room, while her mother shouted. “Mark Zuckerberg invented Facebook, you can start there! Strangers can make for great friends you know!”
“I don't even wanna know how you know that” She shouted back
Yes, Xena Jane is an outcast, but not by choice. She just cannot get that simple human interaction that goes on in a teenager's journey to adult hood. Being social was never her strong suit, being awkward was more in her line of normalcy. Back in kindergarten when other kids would play with the other kids, she would be building blocks or drawing by herself in a corner. She was a child who was in peace with herself and in war with others. She remembers back in junior high when Nick Sanders pushed her down a three step flight of stairs and called her a weirdo, just for asking him if he knew what lentil virus was. In her defence, she only asked because Cindy Crawford had it, and she did not know what that was and thought the popular boy perhaps knew. And that day she realised maybe human interactions just wasn't meant for her, maybe being a loner was her destiny or a cruel joke by fate, who knows.
She made to her black painted door with a bright red I'M BUSYGO AWAYsign plastered on her door. She pushed open her doors and entered, seeing everything as neatly place as she left it this morning. Another thing that differentiated her from other teens, was the fact that she was a neat freak. While other teens just throw things anywhere, leaving a trail of dirty under wears just about everywhere, without a single care in the world. And she would have had a severe panic attack if she misplaced her bra.
She plopped tiredly on her spinning chair that was situated by her study desk, that currently had a neat pile of textbooks and her favourite novel at the far corner. A jar of pencils and pens beside the books, and her laptop and desk lamp in the middle. She carefully took out the novel, ready to dose off while reading, but her mind seemed to be clustered and untactful to be grasping anything novel related. Her mind seemed to be clouded by today's very unusual events, her first and most definitely last encounter with a fellow student, let along the most known one in school, not even one but two of the most known boys in school. She couldn't help think her luck must be running out, why else would the most known boy choose her as a physics partner in a project, leaving all the socialites that probably know as much about human cells as she knew how to gossip. Which just so happens to be zero to nothing.
She wondered if today's event's had anything to do with her church visit last Sunday, but then again, she's convinced God don't favour her that much. And there was another thing about Austin's behavior, besides the fact that he voluntarily approached her and asked if they could be partners, he was acting a bit out of character...and there's that little fact that Austin Miller never does anything voluntarily, unless it involves a naked blonde and a bed. Then she can only conclude today as a start of a very bad prank on her part, and in all honesty, she wished she was wrong
Just when her thoughts seemed to flying in the right direction on today's unfortunate events, her phone vibrated in her front jean pocket signaling either a call or a message. And seeing as her mother was downstairs preparing dessert for dinner and she's the only one who ever calls her or messages her, this could mean a prank call or message, or a number dialed wrong. She slowly fished out her barely working Nokia X2 phone, curiosity eating at her soul. She fully fished it out and looked at the flashing screen with curious eyes. But her eyes soon narrowed at the unknown number flashing a message on her phone. She hollered at her mother. “Mother, I got a message by an unknown number just now, could it be you?”
Her mother answered back. “God has finally showed you light, grasp it with both hands”
“I'm afraid if I do, it will disappear into darkness”
“Then use a flashlight, works best”
She shrugged thinking maybe its a wrong number that send her a message by mistake. But the odds of that where slim to non, and her suspicions proved right as she opened the message and read what was written
I figured school cannot be the only place to do a science project, don't you agree?
-A-
Maybe her luck really was running out
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