Indigo

Chapter 2

I have never had a good life. Every time I start feeling like I can pick myself back up again, something knocks me back in my place. I have tried everything to make it perfect. To be perfect. But perfection is only a matter of outward appearances. When people see me on the street they think that I have it good. If only they realized how many times I cried myself to sleep before.

"Elena? Do you care to elaborate?"

I look over from staring out the window. Mr. Harris is raising his eyebrows at me and the class all turns to stare at me too. "Sure, on what?"

"Well I was just saying that Communism is all about Marxism beliefs, just like dictatorship is all about Machiavellian beliefs. Anything you wanted to add on to that?" He managed to get the whole class to turn just to look at me.

"Not particularly. Unless you were asking for my opinion."

He looks up at me and continues, "No, I believe that's all."

I couldn't help but sass him, "Great, Mr.Harris. Carry on."

I smirk when I hear that stupid ooh echo through the classroom because my ego got the better of me. I tried to wipe the stupid grin off my face, but it was probably still there. "Actually, Miss LaRoux, why don't you come and see me after class."

The echo sounded again, it feels like middle school all over again. I don't want to waste my time talking about my attitude, but maybe I can run away. I do have my converse.

Before I knew it, the bell rang loudly and I started speed walking towards the door. Mr. Harris got me by the arm, "Not so fast, Miss LaRoux."

Yeah, grabbing your students isn't creepy or illegal at all. "Yes?"

The students cleared out, and he let go of me. "What is going on with you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Your attitude lately. Usually you're my straight A student." He holds up a C+ essay that I wrote on abortion.

"Hmm." I tried not to smile at how annoyed he looks.

"Is there something going on at home?" He questions me.

"No, I'm great." I smile and lie.

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"

Yes I would, "No."

"Good."

"Yes, well thanks for the C, very undeserved. If you don't mind, I have things to do so..."

"Sure. Bye Miss LaRoux."

"Bye, Mr.Harris."

I exit through the tall white door that has fingerprints on the barred window. Troy was outside waiting for me. He is my best friend and we are inseparable. I'm surprised he's friends with me, but he's the only one I trust. We met when I was 7, and I was sitting alone on the monkey bars because I had nothing to eat. I felt ashamed and nobody even noticed except for him. He climbed up with a spiderman backpack and started talking about the weather. I didn't really say much at first. When he pulled out his matching lunchbox, he offered me his lunch. I said that I already ate. He caught on fast when he saw me up there by myself every day. And every day he came to talk to me. Eventually I started talking back and he shared his PB and J with me. I have always been surprised at how nice he is to me, and I don't think I could ever repay him.

"Hey, Lena," he smiles down at me.

"Hey, too tall," I smile back. He really is tall even though I'm only 5'3, he's the quarterback on the football team, and at 6'6 he's really good at it. The unfortunate part of having a quarterback as a friend is that he is always really busy, and he draws a lot more attention to me than I prefer. I bet people are surprised that he would hang with a girl like me, and I don't really blame them.

"So, are we going to do laser tag later?" He smirks at me, the same smirk I got from him.

"Maybe. Depends."

"On?"

"On if I can go change into some darker clothes." I laugh at how girly I sound.

"Sure," he says, "Want to just borrow some of mine?"

I think about going home and I know that's why he offered. "Yeah. Even though I doubt they'll fit."

"Yeah probably cause of my awesome muscles," he jokes and flexes.

"Or your ego..." I laugh.

"Hey! Don't diss my ego. I'm very proud of it."

I roll my eyes, "I'm driving."

"You want to drive my dad's fancy sports car without your lisense?" He raises one eyebrow.

I grab the keys out of his hand, "You know you want me to."

"Fine," he smirks as I run to the drivers side.

When I get into the black Audi R8, I can't get this smile off of my face. He gets in and buckles the seatbelt, gripping the door handle tightly. I barely have my permit and he is trusting me with this. I turn it on and it powers to life underneath me. I can't resist putting on some music before we go. He rolls his eyes as I fiddle with my Ipod and plug it in. I choose In Da Club because it fits my party mood, and I take off.

He turns it up and rolls down the window. This is freedom, and it feels amazing.