Unfortunate Nixie

Chapter 2

Since today was the last day I decided to walk to school. Usually Hannah takes me in her car but gas has gone up and she's only been working so many hours a week. So I thought it would be nice to give her a break.

I walked through the double doors into the lobby of the school, it was a private school. I was offered a scholarship earlier this year. Don't get me wrong, I love it. It's just that.... If your parents don't have money and these kids figure out you're here on a scholarship because you couldn't pay for it. They will.... I mean WILL make fun of you for it. Sadly Elizabeth Connors,the popular one (I mean come on every school has one right? Her parents practically funds the school). She found out that I was here on a scholarship and has been giving me a hard time since then.

"Oh look girls, it's little miss Nixie trying to fit into this place but, it's a shame that her parents are poorer than dirt under hell."

They laughed and I turned around with a smirk on my face and said.

" You would know what it would be like to live in hell wouldn't you Elizabeth. How do you know what my family is like? How do you know I'm poor? You don't know anything about me!"

Her face changed from happy to frustration.
"You better watch your smart ass mouth Hawkins, before I report you."

"What are you going to do? Run and tell daddy that you're being a bully and you just got told by someone younger than you?"

"Hey! Don't talk to Elizabeth like that! Want me to teach her a lesson Liz?"

Then the bell rang.

" No it's fine," Elizabeth said, "this can be her warning."

Watching them walk away, I run to art class.

Everyone was chilling because we didn't have an assignment since we wouldn't see our teacher until next year.
I really didn't know anyone in my class so I decided to paint a picture. I mean after all we are in art.

I starred at the blank, pure white canvas thinking about what I wanted the picture to be. All I could think about was the mermaid in my dreams. I couldn't get her out of my head.

I began to mix colors to the appropriate colors and began to construct my masterpiece.

The teacher came up behind me. "Oh Nixie, it's beautiful. Did you see this on a website or a magazine? Or-."

"A dream I had." I said cutting her off.

"A dream?" She asked with concern.

"Yeah." I replied.

She starred at it for a while as if she knew who it was. Then she put her hand on my shoulder and whispers in my ear, "Good job, good job."

That was..... Weird...... I thought to myself.