Venom (going on hold)

Chapter 1

I took a long slow breath closing my eyes wishing to be anywhere else. Yet I also enjoyed being here because it also gave me a sense of normal. You know before I get physically wounded and heal, reminding me normal is one of the things I can never be.

I opened my eyes and pushed open the door. There was laughter. Really loud laughter. There was yelling across tables, throwings of papers, (and did I just see someone throw a fishstick? Or is it a chicken finger?) and then more yelling except his time from the adults telling them to stop it.

But as I dreaded things got slightly quieter. I could feel their prying eyes on me. On my long, wavy, black hair that reached my waist, my tanned skin, and my silver eyes. I walked steadily casting glances to some faces that looked awed.

Since I was late there really was no line to wait in so I just scurried grabbing a tray and sliding with the counter. I asked politely for the burger and the lady nodded before putting one on my plate. I picked up a yogurt and then turned around to face the cafeteria.

A bunch of people started waving excitedly, wanting needing my attention. I kept a look of disgust off my face as a guy winked at me and gave me the “call me” sign. I stared unsure.

This is soooo not normal, I thought.

Everybody wanted me to sit with them.

Except for her. I saw a girl picking at her food boredly sitting all alone at a neat white table. Yay! I can sit with her and luckily we’re treated like second graders and can’t move from table to table. I put on my most charming and kind smile on my face before walking to the table and sitting down.

She looked up ,almost confused, from her mashed potatoes(Or as I call them Mashed Pogrossos.Hee hee.) as I said perkily,”Hey!” She turned and looked around at everyone’s angry jealous gazes.

She leaned in and whispered,”Why are you sitting with me?”

It was my turn to look confused. “Oh. You . . . don’t want me to sit with you . . ?”

She shook her head. “Thats not what I mean. Why not sit with one of them?” She motioned towards the cheerleaders. “Or them?” She pointed out the jocks.

“I don’t know,” I lied shrugging.”You’re new right?”

She slowly nodded.

“Well . . . welcome!” I greeted.

She turned and ordered in a voice full of power,”Look somewhere else!”They all went back to talking and eating. I asked,” How did you-”

“I’m a ‘witch’ or whatever according to them.” She air quoted “witch.” She shrugged and started on her salad. I studied her looking for reasons why they would start a rumour about her.

She was a bit tall with long black hair with green streaks that match the color of her eyes and fair skin. Her fashion sense was . . . a bit dark. She had skull earrings and a bunch black clothes.

“Is it . . . what you wear? I think you look nice,” I complemented. Even though I personally wouldn’t wear that it really fit her.”Am I being punked?”She asked.

I laughed and that was when I made a best friend, Vikki.