Infinity

Chapter 2: Eleanor

I hurried to my locker, trying to keep it from seeming as if i was actually rushing. Walking up to it, i put in my combination making sure to hit every number. 5-8-13. Fibonacci numbers, all in order. I need order. If i get something wrong, everything will go out of whack and i can't afford to let that happen. I opened up the creaky door and slipped out 2 black binders. Social Studies and Math, my next two classes. My pens were in a small jar on the top shelf, and i selected two of them even though i already had one in my back pocket. It was good to be prepared, right? Better than to draw more attention to myself. I already know what people thought of me. I wasn't sure if they were right, and I was too shy to find out. I looked into the scratched up mirror on my locker door, hoping my makeup wasn't smeared. A pretty, pale faced, mature looking girl stared back at me, pale green eyes and thin cheeks, long straight hair. A stranger. Who was that girl? It couldn't be me. No one had actually looked at me for a long time... Except for that boy, Mason. What made him so special? I didn't know, but there was something about him...

His hazel eyes had stared straight into mine, hazel eyes that looked like he tried to smile a lot, yet also held a sadness that made me feel as if i couldn't breathe. His gaze held mine for only a moment, but the feeling it gave me stayed with me until that very moment, at my locker. I couldn't help but wonder what his story was. This felt so different than what i was used to, and it freaked me out. It was unnatural. But i liked it. And i shouldn't. But i did.

I closed my locker quickly and put the lock back on, turning around to come face to face with a blonde ball of bubblyness.

"Hey Eleanor!! Have you thought about joining the cheerleading squad?? You already know that we'd love to have you, even though you don't seem to have that much pep yet. But we can totally change that!"

Ugh. Bethany. She was the most annoying girl I'd ever met, a mosquito in my ear that i couldn't slap away, a blonde bimbo with a bobblehead and 10 pounds of make up on. At least i had an excuse for it, unlike herself. She'd been trying to recruit me for the cheerleading team since my freshman year, 2 years ago. I'm a junior now, and the same amount uninterested as before. I hated the idea of tiny shirts, half shirts, screaming at a sweaty obnoxious crowd that i secretly wanted to be a part of. It just wasn't worth it.

I shook my head at her, starting to walk away.

"I'm not interested Bethany, I already told you that. Could you please just stop?"

Bethany, in turn, grabbed my wrist to stop me from walking away. I flinched, yanking my hand away quickly and almosy dropping my books.

"What the hell is your problem, anyway??" She asked me in her snotty voice, loud enough for most of the hall to head. "Can't you have any fun? Or are you gonna stick to being the annoying, heartless skank that you are?"

Oh god, oh god people were staring. This was not okay. I forced myself to keep a straight face, though my heart had already started racing. A few people laughed, nodding in agreement and waiting to here the cat fight they were sure was coming soon. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

"I do not appriciate you speaking to me like that, especially when you are dead wrong about me. I have a class to go to, if you'll excuse me."

I walked past, making sure to avoid touching her. Touching people was just... ugh. She started yelling profanity at me, and i simply tried to ignore her as i sped to class. She was right anyway, about what she said. I shouldn't have even tried to defend myself, but my dad wouldn't appreciate it if he found out people were talking crap about me and i said nothing. But whatever. That's unimportant.

I walked into social studies and sat in the same place i always sit, the far back right corner. It was right next to the window, and it overlooked the school courtyard, the perfect spot to stare at to imagine you were free. I started writing in my notebook once again, nonsense words that i wrote over and over again, almost like a code. Maybe one day it would make sense, but i didn't know.

Someone sat beside me, and i looked up slightly to find myself face to face with Mason. Had he always sat there? I could've sworn he always sat a few rows up, where i could see the back of his usual black hoodie and his wavey brown hair. But today, he sat there. Unusual. But for some reason, it didn't bother me. This was an odd day. He looked over at me, and i swear for a moment he smiled, but I'm not sure. A moment after that, and he was looking back down at his paper.

Today's lesson was pretty dull, and i sat there and took my notes like a normal girl would, and tried to pretend that after school i might go hang out with my friends and go have fun somewhere, maybe grab a bite to eat, catch a movie, go to one of those little coffeeshops downtown that I've always wanted to go to. But those were only dreams, just out of my grasp. I didn't deserve for them to come true.

Suddenly, our teacher Mr Bagu was called out of the room by the principal. One boy in the front row immedietly stood up and locked the door, a huge grin on his face. Most kids weren't paying attention as it is, and this didn't make a difference to them until the music started.

All of the sudden, all you could hear was the eerie tinkling of highnotes over the loudspeaker, like a jewelry box gone horribly wrong. Soft lyrics in another language filled the air, so beautiful yet so haunting. Some of the students started to frek out a little bit, one boy standing up and screaming "ITS 9-11 ALL OVER AGAIN!!!", running towards the door in a panic. I turned to Mason, who was staring at his paper, and couldn't hide the small smirk on his face. I wasn't too worried yet, but then a voice began to speak in english.

"Please turn your television sets to channel 13 for an announcement from the president."

Immedietly, a girl ran up to  Mr Bagu's desk and grabbed the remote, turning on the TV. I couldn't have been the only one suprised to see the person behind the screen, as the music changed and "Fame" by David Bowie began blaring through the speakers.

"Is this even happening" I couldnt help but think to myself, as i watched the scene unfold before me.