Numb Sparks

Chapter 4~The Spark

Chapter 4~The Spark

-Kara's POV-

That dream.

I had it again last night. I shouldn't be surprised, though. I'm starting to think that I will be like this for the rest of my life, and will never be able to feel.

What am I saying? Of course I won't. Things like these just don't go away. It's like saying that a man born blind will see and a woman born deaf will hear. It's extremely unlikely, if not impossible, for that to happen. Why does the universe taunt me so with this silly dream?

I crawl out of bed feeling a tad more tired than usual. It seems that I didn't get enough sleep. Weird. What was I thinking about last light again? Oh, right. The new kid was arriving at school today. That's something to look forward to.

I take a bit more time picking out my outfit. Can't hurt to try to make a good first impression. I end up carrying a light blue blouse and skinny jeans to the bathroom and take a quick shower. I linger a bit in the relaxing warmth before finally ripping myself out of the jet stream.

Again, a banana is all I need to keep me going. Actually, it's about all I can afford with my medium-paying job on the weekends at a bar downtown. I manage, though. I grab my backpack and I'm out the door the minute I throw away the yellow peel. Fortunately the bus hasn't come yet. It's only a few minutes before it comes within sight. I clamber on, smile at Sam, and plop my stuff down on my usual seat up front.

 While I wait for the bus to arrive at the campus, I brush through my hair with my hands and tie it up in a ponytail. I don't live far from the school, so when I finish this task the bus is pulling into the unloading zone. The large brick building looms over us ominously and I gulp. Hopefully the new kid wouldn't be too mean to me when he found out that I can't feel.

I'm the first one to get off. The others take their time, not at all worried about class. Shaking my head, I worm my way through the crowd of kids to get to the school entrance. These kids are more tightly packed than sardines in a can.

I make my way to class, being pushed along by rushing teens when the warning bell rings. That means that you should get your ass to your homeroom before the real bell sounds, and that's what I do now. I book it to my classroom like someone lit my butt on fire.

My skin comes in contact with many different students. I ignore it; it doesn't feel like anything, so why should I be bothered by it? Then all of a sudden, I freeze. Completely. Because what just happened was absolutely mind blowing to me.

There was a spark.