Numb Sparks

Chapter 2~Another Day of School

Chapter 2~Another School Day Starts

How many times have I done this? Countless times. Almost every day, in fact. Well, I suppose it's true for most every kid. It's school.

School. A simple 6 letter word that only has 1 syllable but can make or break your day. In my case, it's usually the latter. Ever since the kids at school found out about my "problem", I've been getting hate. I'm pushed around in the hallways, maybe an occasional punch. But I don't feel it. No, I never feel anything.

At least I have some friends. All of the teachers are like my besties, which is a bit sad, considering I'm a 17-year-old child senior. But that's alright with me. I've always prefered adult company to that of teens, anyways.

 I contemplated this in my head while lying in bed, trying to squeeze every ounce happiness out of my time at home. Once I was sure that I absolutely had to get up, I slipped out of my twin-sized heaven and started rummaging around in the dresser next to it for clothes. I usually have my outfit layed out at the foot of my bed, but yesterday I was to tired to from studing for an upcoming math test which happened to be today. I scanned over the pile of shirts in the light from the windows and randomly chose one along with a pair of navy blue yoga pants. I have about 5 pairs of those pants; their so darn stretchy. I feel so free in them. Of course, I could say that their comfy, but I have a "problem", remember? Can't feel a thing.

I bring my clothes into the bathroom connected to my room and make out the form of a Pokeball. The sight of it produces a small smile. Pokemon was one of the numbered things that brought joy to my world. I played it on my dated Nintendo DS in my spare time. Flicking on the bathroom lights, I was greeted by the sight of a shower standing nice and inviting directly to my left. I placed the bundle in my grasp on to the counter on my right next to the single sink. Finally I stripped out of my pajamas, with consisted of a small white shirt and light blue pants, and stepped into the warm spray of the shower.

-10 Minutes Later-

After a long(well, long for me), refreshing, bath, I felt fully awake. I went downstairs, tying up my raven locks back into a high ponytail with a band as I walked. It was a bit difficult, not being able to feel anything, but I managed after years of practice. A banana was all I needed to keep me going until lunchtime.

 I grabbed my backpack that was leaning neatly against the wall where I always put it. Forgetting something...something... Oh! My math homework! Can't leave that here. I pick it up with unsteady fingers and the thin sheet drops to the ground. Sighing, I lean down and carefully stuff it into my bag. I could already tell that today was going to be a long day.

 I run outside with my bookbag banging against my side. Don't worry, no pain.  The bright yellow bus is just pulling around the corner as I sprint down to the stop sign where it always stops. Even if I'm late, the bus driver is my friend and he waits for me but I still don't like holding up his schedule.

"Hey, Samuel." I say, a bit breathless from my run. The old Hispanic man just grins at me and waves me on to the bus. I nod to him and made my way to the front seats where no one ever sits. My cheeks are flushed and I reach up to massage them. Even though I don't feel a thing, I can tell that they are going back to normal.

The "populars" sit in the back of the vehicle. They chat aimlessly, well at least it was aimless gossip to me, and I stealthily eavesdrop on them. What? Surprised I'm not a perfect good girl? I have my moments.

I rest my eyelids and let them assume that I'm sleeping. Better for them to talk freely without suspicion that I'm listening.

"...new boy at school tomorrow." I hear one of the blond barbies croon to her minions. I catch snatches of their conversation.

"Is he hot?"

"We'll see, maybe he..."

"...can't wait..."

Rolling my eyes at their exclamations, I say goodbye to Sam and hop off of the bus since we're at school. Yippee.