"Razim."
"Razz. Wake up."
"RA-FRICKING-ZIM"
I immediately snapped my head up from it's resting place on my desk. Ashton was shaking my shoulder.
"I'm up, I'm up." I blurted hastily. Ashton pointed to the front, an anxious frown had replaced his usual mischievous smirk. Knowing something was wrong. I looked at the teacher.
"Mister Asanda, that's the fifth time you've fallen asleep in class in THREE DAYS. Are you not sleeping at home?. Ms. Jacobson asked, sounding genuinely concerned. I rub my eyes.
"No, Ma'm, I've been sleeping alright." I told her. This was a lie, as I had been sleeping terribly for the past month. Ms. Jacobson sighed.
"Class, tomorrow we will be welcoming a new student to our class. She looks a bit...different." She announced. I could hear nervousness in her voice. "I'll explain tomorrow morning, you can start packing up and go when the bell rings." I immediately stood up and packed my bag. The bell rang, and I walked out the door.
"Razim, you still coming to my place." Ashton asked. I nodded.
"Of course." Ashton rolled his eyes.
"Well, c'mon." He said
I nodded and followed him down the road to his apartment that he shared with his sister, Taylor.
"What do you think Jacobson meant by different? Is the new kid deformed or something?" Ashton asked me when he arrived in his bedroom.
"Dunno, maybe she has a cleft lip or was attacked by a dog." I answered as I put my book bag down near the door. "You got any homework?" I asked.
"Psh, no." Ashton laughed. "I am bored though. Wanna play Black Ops?"
"You know it, Ash." I said, turning on the Xbox he has in his room. Apparently he was playing it yesterday, because the game is ready for us.
As soon as we begin to play, I realized there were no bots on. It would have been fine, if Ashton had internet connection. As it happens, he didn't. We needed bots.
"Damn it, hold on." Ashton said, frustrated. I sighed as he ended our team death match. Put us online, then started a match.
We ran around, shooting other players, saying things like "noob!" "Haha, gotcha."
It was fun, but still, I was wondering...
Who was this girl. And what made her so different.
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Teen FictionShe had fair skin and brown hair. One of her eyes was normal, but the other was an ivory color, with a reddish slash going through it before continuing down the rest of her face, slashing though her cheek, nose, and part of her lips as well. They...
