The Curse

Chapter 3- Head in the clouds

     The math teacher droned on, teaching today's lesson in the same, monotone voice. It was no wonder half the kids in class were asleep, and the teacher didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed used to it. Figures. I raised my hand, the only one paying attention to the class. The teacher looked for a volunteer, and then his eyes rested on me. "Yes. Martha."

     Ouch. That stung. I tried to ignore it. "Actually, it's Sarah." I couldn't help but correct him. "And...uhh...the answer is 47, right?" He nodded after staring at me for a while, as if curious.

     "That is correct, Martha." He said, totally ignoring my comment about my real name. Usually, Martha had been the one to pay attention in math class...I now realized that, like me, she was trying to take her mind off of what was happening to her. After all, there weren't that many days left before my fate would be decided, and I would know whether or not I was going to be a murderer or not. The whole thing had me on edge.

      I heard someone in the front row ask a question, but I hadn't listened to it. No, it was the teacher's answer that had gotten my attention. "Well, as Martha has said before..." He droned on with his unending explanation as my blood boiled. Had he called me Martha again? Used the name of a murderer on me? Why couldn't he get it through his thick skull that I wasn't Martha?! He was able to teach 30 students, but not able to distinguish me from a dead look-alike? But I bet that if I stabbed him in the chest repetitively, he would remember me very well. As would the class. Maybe I'd even get some respect if I pulled on that girl's necklace in front of me.

      I realized what I was thinking, and almost gasped. Damn it. I was going to have to get my thoughts under control. Well, at least I had been lucky. My thoughts had remained just that: thoughts...this time, at least.

     The bell rang, startling me. I looked down at my notes, random doodles of stars, hearts and animals covering up half of the blue pen writing.

    Well. That's gonna help me study. I thought, sarcastically, trying to see the messily jotted down words through the squiggly lines that resembled the art of a two year old who had just found markers.

     I got out of class a few seconds later, once again avoiding eye contact with everyone. That is, until Felix walked through the halls.

     I don't care what you say to deny it and make people believe that you're "different" and that this "doesn't include you"...because that's absolutely false. The fact is, everyone has an immense crush on someone that they know they will never get no matter how hard they want to or try. Whether it's a famous celebrity or simply someone who's already taken and doesn't seem to be breaking up anytime soon, they always imagine themselves beating the impossible and being with that person. For me, it was always Felix Brooke. His dark hair covering his eyebrows and ending just above his beautiful blue eyes, he had the most wonderful face in the world. His smile was friendly and happy as he greeted everyone he saw, and his style was rather jockish, even though he didn't play any sports. He was friends with practically everyone in the school, including me, which was why everyone in the school liked him. The best part? He was single.

     Why didn't I stand a chance you ask? Felix waved towards me, his eyes now showing a hint of fear as he greeted me with courage. "Hey, Martha." He exclaimed, with a winning smile to convince me that he wasn't scared at all, which was, of course, false. That was why I had no chance with him. He thought that I was Martha, cursed killer that could strike at any moment. I smiled, not bothering to correct him. I never did, for unknown reasons, even when Martha was still alive and I had just met Sir Hotness. I guess I just didn't want to correct him every day until the point where he got it right, which could be long. Martha did look like me a lot. That would be annoying. Just another annoying event of the day that I, personally, wanted to avoid. And even though she was dead, I still didn't bother correcting him. I just stared like the creepy stalker that I was.