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Game Time.

"But I don't like Basketball! I don't even know anything about Basketball!" I whined.

"You don't have to know anything! Just look around the court, pretending you know what they're doing. Simple." Brianna was currently walking beside me, probably sick to death of my constant rambling.

We were on the subject of Basketball- a sport a mind like mine had no knowledge of. Why know a sport when I can't even play any sport? It's pointless.

"It's not pointless." I need to stop speaking my mind, literally. "He's not expecting you to know anything about it. He just asked you to seem charming and endearing." I could tell Brianna no longer had my undivided attention, she was too busy picking off the remains of the dark blue nail polish on her fingers.

"But Brianna, I don't- I don't like your brother- in that way."

Liar! My conscience debated.

Shut up! I groaned. One of the first signs of madness is talking to yourself. A common factor of my daily life.

"I mean, how cliche can you get? Asking the new girl to see you show off your sweaty muscles. My brother is such a douche!" Brianna was now the one rambling, whereas I stood beside her wearing a smirk and feigned interest.

"Did you know, one time he tried to teach himself Karate? He worked himself up all about it; pretended he was the master of Marshal Arts, wore his light blue robe around the house in the middle of summer. And finally, one day he was so chuffed with his 'new found talent', he thought he could punch a wooden plank- and he did."

"Bruising his knuckles in the process?" I guessed

"Nope. He broke his hand."

"Well that was sort of inevitable."

"I know!

"Know what?" Jason's inquisitive voice sauntered into our conversation, joining us by the cafeteria doors. Brianna and I shared an amused look.

"That Elijah is amazing." Said person had now joined us, snaking his arm around Brianna's waist and pulling her closer to his chest.

It made me feel claustrophobic even though I saw it every day this week.

I collapsed down on the stool, bringing my bag down on the table and bringing out my old copy of "To Kill A Mockingbird". I remembered my Mother suggesting I read it, which I did, but I vaguely recall being temporarily unable to adapt to the way the book is written. But when I did, I remember being impressed by Harper Lee's vision and the book itself.

It was one of the few books I was able to retrieve before being whisked away from my home.

"To Kill A Mockingbird?" An unknown voice spoke up from over my shoulder. I hesitantly peered over, noticing the flock of people I'd never seen before now.

If this was one of those movies, I'd call them a group of Jocks with their Cheerleader girlfriends, the boys being all strong, handsome and all-round manly looking. The girls on the other hand had make-up smeared all over their faces, tight clothing to grab the attention of all of the fellas etc. And yes, these were the type of girls that Ash and I despised and teased behind their backs- Luca would've too, if not for his never-ending gawking.

But since this isn't one of those typical high school movies, then I'll settle for calling them the incredibly-obnoxious-people-who-enjoy-reading-over-people's-backs.

"Yeah. By Harper Lee." I said, trying to hide my discomfort and annoyance out of my voice. 

"Why is it called 'To Kill A Mockingbird'?" The Cake-faced-in-makeup-several-tones-darker-than-natural questioned, seeming genuinely interested.