Those Seven

Chapter 2: Who?

I woke up with a start, the sun coming through the curtains blinded me.

"Fuck you, fuck this shit, fuck school, fuck light." I started mumbling as I dragged myself out of bed, showering quickly.

I changed into a beige sweater and some ripped skinnies. I paired the outfit with some Timberlands and Dutch braids.

As I walked downstairs, I cringed at the sound of glass breaking.

"Mom!" I shouted as I jogged into the kitchen, "what did you do this time?"

The short woman glared at me as she cleaned up a ceramic plate, "I dropped your food you ungrateful child."

I stuck my tongue out at her and snickered as she snarled at me. My eyes widened when she raised the sweeper and I quickly grabbed an apple and ran out the door, not forgetting my bag.

"Isla! Get back here!" I almost tripped as I laughed and waved behind me.

"I love you too!"

I had plugged my earbuds in by the time the bus arrived and was halfway through my breakfast.

I waved at the driver as I sat in the seat I was in yesterday.

...

When we arrived at the school, I dumped my apple core in the trash as I walked off the bus.

Wren and Jay... well Wren skipped up to me as Jay walked calmly behind her.

I smiled slightly at the two red heads, "hey. Where's the other four?"

"Not here yet!" Wren hooked her arm around mine and dragged me inside the school as Jay trailed behind us.

...

Fourth period. English 11.

It's almost lunch.

English was one of those classes where I didn't know anyone in it.

"Alright class, settle down. We have a project that will be due next week Monday. You and your partner," people started whispering. "That I picked," groans, " will present together. You each have to write a speech about the other person and I have given you an outline of questions so you are not lost on what to write."

"Kenzie and Ken."

"Lauren and Jack."

"Sebastian and Stan."

"James and Steve." The two high-five.

"Isla and Colton."

"Christie and John."

"Lucas and Hannah."

"Dalton and Olivia."

I had no idea who Colton was. It sounded familiar though.

When the blond walked up to me, I cringed.

Colton Walker.

"I thought you were a sophomore?" I ask nervously.

"Oh. I am."

My eyes widen, "you speak German?"