Chapter ll

[Hey!]

(Note, This Chapter Gets A Little Dark >:o)

I Watch Her Walk Away As People Turn To Me.I Look Around And See People Staring As If I Just Killed Someone In Front Of Them. I Adjust My Thick Black Glasses Back Onto My Nose And Stutter “…Um, Er..I-” But I Sigh With Relief When The Bell Rings For Lunch. As I Speed-Walk To My Locker, I Whisper “Talk About Being Saved By The Bell..” I Put Away My Books That Got Me Into This Whole Mess, And Grab My Lunch. I Tuck My Dark Red Strands Of Hair Behind My Ear, Only To Find They Slip Loose And End Up Right Back Where They Were. I Sigh, Annoyed, But I Weave Through The Crowd Of People Going To Lunch Along With The 10th Graders Who Think They’re Amazingly Cool Just Because Their Older Than Us.
I Walk In To The Lunch Room Only To Find Everybody’s Glaring At Me, And All I Hear Is Dead Silence. I Don't Want To Sit Near Anybody, So I Walk To A Table Thats Empty, And Open My Lunch. I Notice Out Of The Corner Of My Eye Rebecca And Her Friends Get Up And Walk Towards Me. “Cant I Eat In Peace For Once..!?” I Mumble To Myself.
“So, Sitting Alone I See. Well, Makes Sense, Since Your Such A Nerd.” Her Preps Laugh, And Rebecca Exclaims, “Im Just Glad That We Have A 9th Grader Here Who Actually Knows What She’s Doing!” She Flutters Her Fake Eyelashes And Looks Over To A Girl In The Crowd Of Preps. I See A 9th Grader Who I Recognize From My Middle School Last Year.
She’s Obviously One Of Them, And I Know This Only Because She Has Her Hand On Her Hip, Pink Painted Nails, Cheerleader Uniform Covered By Her Varsity Jacket With Her Name Be-Dazzled On The Back, And Long Brown Hair. The Look In Her Eyes Scares Me, But I Ignore It Anyways.
“Her Name’s Paisley. Adorable, Right?” Rebecca Says, While Paisley Smiles Such A Cheesy Smile. I Roll My Eyes, Wanting Her To Shut Up. “Why Are You Even Here, Rebecca? Its Obviously Not To Show Me Your New ‘Gang Member’.” I Say, Hoping Its Nothing Too Severe.
”Oh, Thanks For Reminding Me, Dork! I Came Here To Tell You What You Are In This School To Everyone.” She Says, Now Leaning On The Table Im Sitting At. “Your A Peasant, And Im The Princess. I Make The Rules, And You Follow Them. So When You Argue With Me, It Doesn't Mean You Get Away With It.” She Moves Closer, And I Smile. “Good Job, You’ve Been Studying History!” I Say Sarcastically. I Grab An Apple Off My Table And Toss It In The Air.

Rebecca Quickly Grabs The Collar Of My Turtleneck And Pulls Me Back, Making Me Fall Onto The Cold Hard Floor Of The Cafeteria. I Wince As A Flash Of Pain Flows Through My Arm. I Lay On The Floor, Crouched Up Into A Ball, My Other Hand Supporting My Injured Arm. I Hear A Male Voice Ask Me If Im Okay, But I Don't Get To Respond Because Everything Goes Black.

Typing..~