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{This is a book I have been working on and I will be posting bits as I finish them.}
“Beep…beep… beep.” The alarm sounded around the small room and I stirred a bit. I lifted her head and saw the source of the noise; she groaned and put my head down again. I lazily extended a hand and slammed it down to the “snooze” button. The beeping stopped and I flung the covers off of me and pulled myself out of bed. I rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked around at her dorm. Nothing had changed overnight, the door was shut, and the floor still had random items covering it. I felt my pajama pants rub softy against my skin, I like cashmere. My shirt was a tank-top that fit closely to my body. I am a rather skinny teen and my long blonde hair fell about to my bra strap. I scratched my head and felt the knots in my hair. I pulled her fingers out of my hair at this and walked over to the dresser. I scavenged through the draws for a bit before pulling out a pain of skinny jeans and at fresh tank-top. I then strode over to the bathroom and brushed the knots out of my hair, leaving it smooth and shinny. I knew that I would have to brush my teeth after breakfast, so I shouldn’t brush them now. I walked back into the main room and pushed the curtains open. Sun flooded my eyes and I snapped them closed. I cracked them open and let them adjust to the light. After few minutes my eyes were fine and I was walking out the door. I locked the door and looked up at the room number. It read,
13
West Forest Wing
Boarding High School of Virginia
Anna Marie Somons
She always had a hard time remembering the number; thirteen was not a number most people liked or remembered. After her third year at the school they had put her name on the door. I was the only one in my room, so they made it officially my room. I had been left at the school about five years ago, when my parents disappeared off the earth leaving me behind. I didn’t know why or how they left, all I knew was they left. The school had taken me in and I have been here ever science. I liked Virginia, the forests and the rich green landscape. It made her fell like some goddess when she walked over the lush green hills that the school had on the fields. I had so many friends here, but as the years went by they moved on, I stayed here. This was my home; I never left it for too long. I turned and walked down the carpeted hall. The halls weren’t narrow, but they weren’t wide either. Three people could walk side-by-side and have room on the end, but not much room. There were about ten dorms in one hall; my best friend lived in one of these dorms. Brittany was a border, like me, she lived at the school while her parents were on trips. She had a home and parents, but lived here anyway, Brit said she didn’t mind it, but I still felt bad for her. I knocked on the door that was Brit’s and went inside. We always did this before classes began. We talked and gossiped about the boys mainly. The boys at Virginia High were normal boys, they had peas for brains, but their looks made up for that. Jake was one of them. We were on the brink of going out; one of us just had to ask it already. I had never been brave enough to ask him, so it was up to him. As soon as I walked into Brit’s room I saw the photos of me doing the photo shoot Brit had talked me into doing. They weren’t bad pictures, but it felt odd seeing me like that.
They were both tacked to her pin board on the wall. I rolled her eyes and looked over at Brit. I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. I couldn’t believe Brit had kept those pictures. If the boys saw them they would be all over me, I liked Jake, not the other boys. I walked over to her and verbally expressed my disbelief.
“Brit, you still have those why?” I said this very sarcastically.
I was not happy she still had these.She sighed and walked over to the pictures, untacked them, and brought them over. She pushed them at me and showed me them again. I looked away; I had seen them enough for one year in the past ten minutes. It was Brit’s turn to roll her eyes, she sighed again.
“Have you seen how great you look? If Jake saw these he would ask you out in the next minute.” She said in a very exasperated voice.
I sighed, she was right, but the other boys would ask me out in the next second. Jake wasn’t the desperate type, all he had to do was walk down the hall to get a girlfriend. Most girls had given up on him because they knew that we would go out soon. It felt odd to be the center of the dating circle. If I had any more enemies I would have a club of people hating me. I knew that from the all of the glares I got when Jake and I talked at all. Jake was a very good looking boy, he was normal height, he had darker skin, and his hair had been very tightly curled and very short, but it now looked like he had stuck his finger in a electrical socket. All of the curls were gone and in its place his hair had been straightened out to make it almost fuzzy. It was very soft and long now. Before it had been close to his head and not very soft, but now once it was strait it was soft and felt good to bury your fingers in. He normally wore jeans or other pants, flat shoes, but not skate shoes. They were more like Vans I guess. He wore a variety of shirts, some he pictures on them, some had collars, some had nothing on them; it varied. On some days he would wear a tie over the shirt, not pulled tight, but loosely hanging around his neck. On other boys it looked odd, but on Jake it looked great. Jake was even thinner than I was, which was something that I didn’t find often. He looked so good in every way. To top it all off he was the nicest boy in the school. He would just listen to what you were saying, actually listen. That was one thing girls would have to look hard for in the other boys. Jake was truly the perfect boyfriend and most of the school would agree. This all started at the last dance. Every few months the school has a dance, I didn’t have a date and neither did Jake. Jake really isn’t the dating type, he has only had a few girlfriends. It was about half way through the dance and Brit had already danced with her guy, Zack. I knew that I liked Jake then, but I had never said anything about it. I ran into one of my friends, Hannah, I told her that I liked Jake. A moment later she was running out into the crowd. I started after her, but then I decided to let her go. One song later she came back saying that Jake would dance with me. I was shocked. We slow danced for one song. It was beyond odd and awkward. Once the song ended we both walked away. We left the dance when it was over and things continued as normal. We talked at school and said “hi “in the halls, just normal. Soon things went up and we started hanging out more, we were really friends. That was where we are now; just good friends, maybe a bit more, but not dating.
I snapped back into the present and looked at the pictures. I sighed and put them in my bag. I looked up to see Brit with her back turned and her head in her closet. She was flipping through her many outfits; she flung a few she liked out of the closet and onto the bed. I sighed and sat down out of range of Brit’s throws. After about half an hour Brit was ready. The two of them were heading down to breakfast about ten minutes later. The hall was already full with students. The many conversations were echoing around the hall and bouncing off the high marble walls. The sun shone through the glass ceiling and cast light onto the hundreds of students below. I walked into the hall through the huge double doors. The wooden doors stood open and grand letting students flow into the hall. I walked over to the buffet with Brit and grabbed up a few pancakes, drowned them in syrup and grabbed a table for the two of us. We had breakfast and headed back up stairs to get fully ready. Breakfast was like the lockers, a girl’s one and a boy’s one. There were two halls, one for boys and one for girls. It was nice actually, it gave the girls a time to talk and get ready for the boys. Most people thought it was stupid, but that was the way is was and has been for a while now. I dropped Brit back at her room and headed over to mine. I brushed my teeth very well and combed my hair again. It was when I was ripping a loose string out of my shirt that something odd happened. As the string grazed over my skin it sent a wave of shivers and twitches through my body. My legs gave and I fell to the floor, slightly twitching and writhing. My hands contorted into claws-like figures and became hard and unmovable. My spine became rigid, making movement impossible. My hands were still in claws, they were now shaking from being held in the unusual position. I lay there for at least three minutes. My breath was short and sharp to take in as I pushed myself up from the floor. My lungs were on fire as I stood. My hands were still rigid and hard to move. My muscles screamed in protest when I tried to move them out of the contorted claw-like position. I saw the string laying some feet away and I started at it in confusion, how a small little string could trigger all of that, I didn’t know.
I shook the whole thing off and got fully ready for the day. I headed back down the stairs and into the first class of the day. Brit sat down next to me and we waited for the bell to ring. Jake walked in the door a minute later. I smiled and waved as he walked by, he waved back and smiled at me. I sighed and looked back at Brit who was giving me a very nasty glare. She rolled her eyes and leaned in to whisper me something.
“Wow, you are really sad. You know that?” She said this in a very tired voice; I rolled my eyes again and looked down at my bag and pulled my papers out.
She didn’t understand why I liked him, but she was not one to talk. Last year she had gone crazy over boys, liking a new one about every month. I had given a hard time then, now it was my turn for the complaining. I let this one fly over me, I was still thinking about what had happened in my room. I had never had anything like that happen before. It was beyond odd, I hadn’t been feeling sick or anything lately. It made no sense; I didn’t want to share this with Brit until I knew what caused it. She would not really care, but still something inside me told me to keep this to myself for now. I could barely focus on the lesson today or Jake, my mind was always thinking about what happened earlier. It felt like I was changing into something else, my body had heated up like I was on fire. My hands had become a demented claw like form. It was odd; I had NEVER felt anything like it before. I shoved it out of my mind and tried to focus on the lesson.
I failed; the lesson was so boring that half the class was asleep only half an hour into class. I didn’t even know the teachers name; I looked at the board it read:
Mr. Leanch
I shrugged and stared over at Brit, who was near sleeping on her desk. I rolled my eyes and let my head fall into my arms that were crossed on the desk. Today was going to slide by ever slower than snail mail. My mind was not even in the classroom, it was on the day ahead. In PE soccer was the game to play. We always played it when we got a chance. The grass was mainly dirt that was covered in brownish green patches. The school had never bothered to fix it, so it had just continued on its slow path of turning browner every day. This year I had taken an interest in getting faster when we run. I have to say I passed that goal by a long shot. With out fail, everyday, we have to run at least one lap around the track. My goal was to keep up wit the head group, I did that. My next goal was to be able to pass some of the head group, I did that. My next goal had been to keep pace, or pass Jake. Jake has always been fast, from the first day I saw him run. It is almost creepy. He is not very tall, but can run stupidly fast for his age. I am very happy to say I passed that goal. Not on the mile, that is undoable, just on the warm up laps. It was a major improvement for me. Last year being able to keep up with the head group was so far out of the question. Today we were playing soccer, the first period told me yesterday. Soccer is fun and I like it, but during PE, no one really plays it is kick a ball around for an hour. I hope that today the teachers force everyone to play a set up game.
In my ear a bell rings and we are free from Mr.Leanch and his lecture. He seems to not even notice that the class is out the door and escaping his boringness. I look back about three minutes later and he still hasn’t clued in. it seemed sad and odd, but whatever. We walked down the hall and around the corner to the locker rooms. We had PE for the second period of the day; the schedules here were beyond messed up. The teachers held the doors open so they wouldn’t lock us out sand we all filed in. My locker is a tiny box on the top row of lockers. I am tall, so no prob. for me, but it is still a pain to have such a small box for a locker. We don’t have lockers for school books, only PE clothes. Kids have complained about this for so long, but nada has ever been done and probably never will. I dressed in the uniform they make us wear. It is not horrible, but could be better. It is a gray shirt with a place for you to write your name. I asked for a small, but I got a large, how they mixed those sizes up, I will never know. So now I am half swimming in the shirt and the shorts are the mesh cloth and they are black. They have a drawstring on the inside like game soccer shorts do. They too have a place for you to write your name. They fall to about me knees, and they managed to get the sizes correct on the shorts. Well better to big top than shorts, but seriously, it’s not that hard to find a small and not a large.
I dressed and walked out to the field, we have lines we meet in every day. On the hard grass is where we start and then we normal walk out to the track. Our track is one fourth of a mile in one lap. Four laps, one mile. Today they decide to make us run one lap and meet them on the soccer field. I was right, soccer it is. We all ran for the track. One lap is easy, even for the running challenged. Of course, the head group is well defined by a long gap between us and the middle group. About twenty yards behind them is the slow group. These people are walking and only concerned about how much talking they can do in one lap. The middle group is trying to run and some are, but not many. The head group is only running, you never stop or you become behind and you fall out of the head group and then you have to run by yourself. I am in the middle of the head group today along with the boys (Jake and others) and a small number of girls. There are about six boys in the whole class; four of them are up here with me. The other two are in the slow group. The number of girls in the class is much higher than the boys, it hovers around fifteen. There are about five of them in the head group. So about ten people in the head group and the rest are scattered in the other groups or running alone, I prefer the head group. I am normally first girl in the start, but I slow down as we run. Today we have to run one lap. I finish in the head group as normal.
We met the teachers on the fields and split into teams. I always was picked in the middle group. I was never anyone’s top choice for a team. I was fine with that and my team wasn’t horrid. Most of the players were actually pretty good. Jake was put on my team, of course. We normally played soccer and we were almost always on the same team, but not today. One of the teachers witched him over to the other team, a twist in my day for sure. The game started; at first no one really was attacking the ball. We all just waited for someone to take the chance and kick it down field. I looked away for a moment and the ball flew past me and down the field like a blur. I took off in chance for it and stopped it right before it went out of bounds. I let the attackers come closer and then passed the ball off. I ran down field as the ball moved.
After about half the period later, I was goalie. Goalie was a job that was easy, al you had to do was stand in front of the tiny net and wait. That was really all I did until Jake got the ball. He got a breakaway and tor down the field. My help on defense was on the other side of the net and would be no help what so ever. They actually just walked and watched as Jake came closer. I sighed and ran towards him. He kicked I jumped to block the shot. We both missed. Instead I fell, tripped him and he fell on top of me. Over the entire whole thing was awkward. He rolled off of me and lay in the grass for a moment. Grass was in my eyes and mouth I raised my head, but set it down again trying to recover from what had just happened.
{Esme no coments on Jake if you please.}
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