Just like music class, art class contains an art free 75 minutes. Just another stupid questionnaire, seriously? Can't we just fill it out once and photocopy it because it's basically the same questions over and over. Also why are they even doing this in grade 12? Shouldn't the teachers already know their students pretty well by now.
I expect to sit alone when I show up in the massive art room with way more seats than students. People quickly pair off into the seats of two, is that a trend in this school that just promotes exclusion? I'm better off alone.
However when Zander, Sage and Wyatt show up they quickly realize there is no room for three. They looked so ridiculous when Zander and Sage quickly sat down before Wyatt got the chance to. He looks like a lost puppy for a couple seconds until he sees me.
I would have quickly turned him down to sit alone, but he looks so pleading and I hesitantly comply.
We end up sitting in the pair of seats in front of the Zander and Sage and I can't help but notice a pair of eyes staring from behind me. Why is there always this tension?
Nonetheless I'm sort of happy Wyatt sat with me, maybe I am making friends. Sure, he doesn't appear to be close with anyone else in the class because he's shy, so I am a last resort. But I am his first last resort which makes me feel nice. It makes me feel normal.
We both finish the sheet early with fifteen minutes to spare, so we chat a bit. We're both pretty quiet so it doesn't cause any friction in the almost silent atmosphere.
I learn he's as much of a nerd as he appears to be. Apart from the glasses and introverted personality, he also plays and programs video games which is kind of freaking cool. He's also ridiculously smart which I can just tell by talking to him. I initially thought talking to him would be super awkward since we're both introverts, but oh was I wrong. This boy does not stop talking and for some odd reason I'm just as active in the conversation.
We talk until there is only a single minute left of class, and this school day as a whole. Wyatt and I decide to exchange numbers which is the third number I have received today, the other two being Kit and Lexi.
"Hey I want the pretty little lady's number too" Sage's voice boomed from behind us, compared to Wyatt and I he is very loud. He said his sentence in such a way that didn't seem like he was hitting on me at all even though his words were flirty.
After we exchanged numbers Zander looked like he was about to say something but was cut off by the bell. I'm kind of disappointed because I want to know what he was going to say.
After grabbing my small leather bag from my locker, which is slightly pointless since there's no homework, I begin walking home in a crowd of students doing the same. It's terrifying to say the least. This many people surrounding me sends chills up my spine, so I stare at my feet just in case there's an accident. I can't really see in front of me so I'm hoping not to run into anyone; more dangerous for me but less for them.
I begin my half an hour walk home until I hear Kit calling my name. I take a deep breath before looking up at the red Jeep clearing a path towards me thorough the crowd. She's not even driving on a road, just randomly through the school's front lawn.
"Hey loser we're going shopping" Kit says while peeking her head out of the window which probably isn't the safest thing ever. "Kit can you please let me drive, you don't even have your license" River scolds from the back.
She pops out a little 'oops' before exiting the drivers seat and walking towards me meanwhile River is now moving to the front of the car. "Where do you live? We can give you a lift"
I end up giving her my address but I'm still a bit skeptical wether or not I should be getting into their car, I mean I just met them. Then again riding with them, only two people, is much less risky than waking home with dozens surrounding me so I take the offer.
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Eyes
Teen FictionShe's always kept her head hung low, she's never made friends, never been normal and never lived without fear. Fear of herself. All because of one thing. Some may call it a curse, a miracle, a superpower. She hates herself for it. She hates her eyes...