Insanity || Ongoing

6. Edward and bella

< Kai p.o.v>

The grey-blue walls pinned with posters of the human anatomy and the cell, the shelves filled with piles of books about biology and the life-size diagram of the human organ system, all make up my Monday first periods. I don't mind biology. I don't really mind anything, it's all either easy or confusing but do-able. Biology falls into the do-able side. It isn't easy but I can come in the top 3 with some effort. When you don't have any friends, except your violin, all you have to do is either go for a walk, which gets boring after you have scanned the 3 km radius around you or study. And I most often choose the later.

I love how the teachers and I have an unspoken understanding with each other. They know to not ask me questions in class or make any interactions for the most part ( except projects). I know to just be quiet and do what I must and we both just know that I will get the grades. Very few teachers pay attention to me, Mrs Emmiline and Mrs Maria are exceptions.

Today in biology, we are just revising, which I honestly have done plenty, of when I hear the classroom door open. Our principal walks in, followed by a tall blonde girl. She's wearing a dark orange and black striped shirt with jeans. She wears one of those trendy backpacks everyone wants. Her hands are gilded with bracelets and a watch. She's wealthy by the looks of it. Her hair is wild. She has attempted to tame it with a few clips here and there but you can't tame madness like that. She has all that makes a 'basic girl' but there's just something. She looks different.

"Good morning class. Today, we have a new addition to our school," says the principal with an encouraging smile. "Why don't you introduce yourself, darling?"

The new girl smiles shyly and says, "Hey. I am Elise, I am 17 and new to this town." Her voice is soft but sure. She ends this presentation with this nervous smile. Her skinny fingers twist one of her bracelets as she looks around the class. Her shoulder slump and I see relief in her eyes.

"Let's all welcome Elise, and make her comfortable, okay?"

No one really says anything. She is then told to grab a seat. The only seat available is the seat next to mine so she comes to the back of the class and sits here. I feel a sudden pressure from her gaze as she scans me.

"Hi!" she says way too brightly.

"Hey."

"I am-"

"Elise? Yeah, I heard." I don't mean to be mean, I just do not want to talk to anyone. But looking at her face and seeing the hurt, I soften.

"Are you new here?'

"Uh, yeah. I am new to this side of the state. I come from Greenwich."

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<elise p.o.v>

When this dark, mysterious, almost scary guy asks me where I am from, I say Greenwich because I am not sure. I am from this state for sure but which part? I don't know. Greenwich is a rich area filled with pillared mansions and lush parks. GREI sits in the outskirts. Just the thought of GREI sends a shiver up my spine.

"You?" I ask. Maybe he's my first friend. Maybe this won't be too bad.

"I... I've been here for the past year, lived in a neighbouring town before."

He has dark raven hair, and tanned skin, though he doesn't come off a summer type guy to me. He has beautiful grey-green eyes, the colour of the sea on a stormy day. They seem to be moving when I look at them, like waves Bilour they are also glassily giving an illusion of emptiness, or is it an illusion?
He's wearing a twenty-one pilot band tee and black ripped jeans. I almost roll my eyes at how much of a bad boy vibe he gives off. He speaks weird. He muffles his vowels, pronouncing 'been' as 'bin' and 'before' as 'b'fore'. He doesn't give off a goth vibe though. Not because his eyes aren't lined with black eyeliner and body stuffed with piercings but because he seems broken but stirring. He didn't just choose to be dark, he was made dark. But there's still life stirring down there. How do I know all this? Because I spent all my life around people who are broken, either my circumstances or society. Sent away by family to psych wards.
The bell rings, signifying the end of the class. I get up to see the not-goth guy disappear into the crowd of annoyed teenagers. Shit, I am going to face what intimidates me most about high schools; hallways. I walk out slowly, only to be pushed into stinking pubescent kids. I feel the waffles Xan made me slowly rise in my stomach, but before I can ruin a few outfits, including mine, I hear a voice talking to me.