Blackout Experiment 1.0

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Jefferson, Ohio, November 21

There was a crowd.

There was always a crowd.

Not that Skye cared.

She was pretty good at slipping through the gaps in between the bodies.

Her locker was surrounded by 'airheads, neanderthals, and attention seeking females.' Well, at least that's how she described them.

The popular crowd.

They weren't nearly as stereotypical as she made them out to be.

She was just unfortunate enough to be stuck among the athletes, and a couple girls who weren't afraid to stand out.

Yeah. That sounds nice.

There are far harsher words I could use, but lets move on.

Skye could stand out.

Honest.

She was pretty. Funny. Smart. Quirky.

She could have boys crawling over each other to date her, girls blowing up her phone to go to the mall, and a crowd dedicated to follow her, not block her.

But that's not what she wanted.

It never was.

Maybe.

Skye was poetic, and what shallow people called boring.

She read, and she wrote, and she did well in school.

She didn't enjoy the cliche romances of today's society. True love, or any love for that matter, was quite overrated.

She read classics, and tried to write as such.

She was not friends with many.

And she spoke little to the people she was supposed to be friends with.

She was more of an observer than a socialize.

It was what she was doing now. Observing.

Oh, silly me, I was rambling so much we missed the part where Skye got to her locker. And then she was in the courtyard, just observing.

There was a group of girls, four to be exact, that she had been observing over the last few days.

None were blonde. Two brunettes, and two with black hair.

It was just something about the way they knew nothing of one another.

And what they did know, they didn't seem to understand.

The way ones eyes seemed to always shine, as if she was always crying.

And her there, at the end of the table. Her muscles were tense, as if she was ready to flee at any moment.

And that one. The one brunette. She was happy until she thought no one was watching. Only when she thought she had escaped the eyes of her friends, did she let the tears prick.

The last one. Smiling through stories she wasn't in. Pretending to not care.

Hard to believe, really. That they were friends and refused to see, or maybe they do but don't acknowledge, the pain of the people they care about.

But the bell was ringing and Skye ripped her gaze away from the group. And cocked her head. There was another girl, one she'd seen with the group, looking at her oddly.

Skye's eyes immediately widdened as she realized the girl, a gorgeous dirty blonde, had been watching her, watching the others.

Gathering her books quickly, she rushed to class with her head down.

Skye.

A straight 'A' student. A shy girl.

It wasn't a big day. Nothing monumental had happened. Except maybe getting caught.

It was a short day, and soon she was sitting in her History class, taking a test she'd missed the previous week. Today had been the only day her teacher could stay after.

It was easy.

A.

B.

D.

A.

And so on.

It was the kind of long chapter test that took an hour and a half, not to mention the time it took to get Mrs. Rose off her phone.

By the time Skye left the building, the actual sky was dark.

The school faced a gathering of houses up on the hill.

Clunk.

Skye turned, just in time to see the school go completely dark. Again her head swiveled. She watched, her mouth open, eyes awed, as the whole hill went dark. House by house. Window by window.

And she was left in darkness.