HER EYES CHANGE AND SO DOES SHE

Chapter 3; "Then to finish it off the last major reason was Abraham Lincoln."

        I Hope everyone reading this is enjoying it. Sorry about Intros and why they had to be so long. We will meet the turtles for real in this chapter! Maybe but it will introduce you to them. Also I would like to ask a question. Shoter or longer chapters or the same?

        Yay excitment. Have fun and critque (:

                                                        With Love        

                                                                Meg

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        I awoke with the screeching of an alarm clock. I slowly reached over and silenced it with a smack. Slowly I sat up in bed and rubbed my tired eyes. I sighed and hopped out of bed. I only had to survive today and then the weekend and spring break was mine. I smiled happily as I turned on my laptop for music. I played my Pierce The Veil station and began happily dancing around my room as the lyrics to Bulls In The Bronx sounded through my dull room.

         I flicked on my lights and sat at my desk as my feet happily danced to the music. I looked in my black framed mirror above my desk and began my makeup. It was fairly simple; foundation, concealer, and mascara. As soon as I started I was done. I placed my little makeup in its bag and placed it on my desk. I pushed off the ground and rolled to my closet. Halfway through I turned so I face the closet before stopping abruptly.

        I picked out a pair of black skinny jeans and a white loose tank top. I placed on a black bandeau underneath and finished it off with a pair of teal vans. I smiled at my outfit and went to do my hair. I simply brushed it and let it be slightly messy today. I felt content with my outfit as i gave myself a curt nod in the mirror. I grabbed my bag and my black zip up and headed for the kitchen, placing both nicely on the chair.

        I quietly pored myself a glass of juice and drank it to get my energy for the day. Finally I grabbed an apple and headed out the door with my hood on my jacket up and my bag slung over my shoulder. My school was a short distance away so I walked everyday. Within a few minutes I arrived to my large school and headed in.

        In school I am the silent girl, only on rare occasions do I talk. It was mostly in science which was the class I head to right after I get my books. I opened my one locker and replaced my bag and hoodie with books and pencils. I sighed softly and headed to my huge science exam.

        Flustered and drained is how I exited the science room. I was sure to receive an A with the evidence I used to support my stance on the topic but it was still hard. I sighed and let myself relax as my second block class was nearing me as I walked closer. This was AP U.S. History, difficult, but still easier then Honors Biology.

        I entered quietly and sat at my usual spot. I stayed quiet as other students chatted among themselves until the bell rang. When it finally did Mr. Jager came waltzing in like he was dizzy but he wasnt. This was just normal Mr. Jager.

        "Good Morning class. We have a student transferring from Easton school on the West side of New York City." Mr. Jager announced with a smile as he stood alert in front of class. "She will be arriving momentarily but until then we will be talking about the struggles of the civil war." he continued as moans of disapproval rang through the class.

        "Ah shut up," he said with a half hearted smile. "Anyways can someone tell me why the civil was began?" several hands shot up. He then picked on one of the more popular girls in school.