Kid in a Locker (REWRITING)

3. Grey's Anatomy

"I thought this class was going to be fun. Not...poking around in brains."

I roll my eyes at the Malibu Barbie standing behind me with her friend. Our anatomy class was standing in the lab with aprons and goggles on, the smell of formaldehyde surrounding us.

I had decided to take this class because the description said mostly memorization. My memory had always been extremely great, as long as I could hear the information given to me. This wouldn't be as easy as I thought if Chelsey and her friend Courtney didn't shut up.

Besides, is was a heart in front of us, not a brain. At least in that aspect, I was excelling above them.

"Excuse me?" Her irritating voice comes from behind me, her voice louder than it was a second ago.

I turn, giving the two Cheerleaders an amused look.

"Oh my God, Chels. Maybe she can't speak English." The chestnut haired girl gasps, a perfectly manicured nail slapping her friend.

I roll my eyes at them. By this time, everyone knew my brothers and I came from Germany, but not that we were originally Americans. They must've believed we were foreign exchange or something.

That wouldn't explain why I couldn't understand them, however. Anyone with two brain cells knew that any foreign exchange student needed to know the language of the country they were travelling to.

Looking at these two girls, I wonder if they even know what brain cells are.

"What do you want?" I say, crossing my arms over my chest, the thick fabric of my letterman crinkling as I do so.

"Dr. Richmond called your name."

I look over to the teacher. Sure enough, everyone is looking at me, waiting expectantly while the teacher stares at me from across the room, his foot tapping against the floor expectantly. If he wasn't in the black rubber apron and freakishly big, yellow tinted goggles, I would intimidated by him.

"Miss Pryce." He says again.

"I'm sorry." I say. "What is it?"

"I was saying there is a project coming up. Would you like to choose your partner?" His voice is gruff from years of smoking.

I look around the room. There were no familiar faces in the crowd. Romul didn't have anatomy with me. His class was in the morning with the upperclassmen. I was stuck with sophomores and advanced freshmen who were more annoying than the Malibu Barbies.

I shrug, my hands in my jacket pockets. "I don't really care, Dr. Richmond."

A pleased look crosses his face. Apparently he isn't use to students being easy. He was no doubt use to teens insiting on working with their friends. Good for him, I don't have any friends here.

"Great! You'll be working with Mr. Rainer then." He points a crooked finger to the table in the further corner.

Sitting there in the only other guy I know in this school besides Troy. Big Man, Nick Rainer, sits at the table, leaning over his heart wielding a scalpel. At the mention of his name he looks up and over to me. His eyes burn with familiarity.

I cross the room, leaving my dissected heart laying on the tray, straws sticking through the valves and ateries. I approach his table and look down at his heart, the thing still in whole pieces.

"Guess we're partners." He says.

"Guess so."

"When is the earliest you can come over?"