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Karen looked down to her feet, embarrassed at herself. How could she look at the guy who made her despise all of their kind. How could she? She scribbled down homework into her notebook. She looked out of the corner of her eye to spot the empty seats. Only one was available. Only one.
Simon fell into the seat in front of her, and twisted her way. She kept her eyes glued to the page.
"Hi, do you have a pencil I could use?"he asked.
She didn't look how she used to, just like he didn't. She no longer had to wear glasses, and she let her hair grow out into its wavy black style. She started wearing makeup after a while, and she actually looked nice.
He turned when she didn't answer, and asked the person in front of him. The boy handed him a pencil, unsharpened. He turned back to her.
"Do you have a pencil sharpener?" he asked.
He sincerely wanted to talk to his new classmate, but she wouldn't budge. He turned back around, and she sighed happily. He had stopped annoying her and she could breathe again. She finished her work, and headed to gym after the bell demanded.
She changed into her purple shorts and her black tank top, and proceeded to run the track. She loved to run, it gave her a sense of escape, and she could run for hours straight. As she passed the chatting girls, and teachers smoking the cigarettes outside of the school campus fence she felt herself passing places in her past, when she enjoyed doing those things.
When she entered the locker room at the end of the school day, she found a composition book someone had slid into it through the large vents. She shoved it into her bag and walked home.
On her way home her cellphone rang, announcing her mother would be home late, and to pick up her little sister from the day care center located at the bottom of their apartment building.
When she pushed open the heavy glass door her sister waddled into her arms. Karen nodded to the teacher, and walked into the elevator. Her sister held on to her fore fingers, and used her other hand to pick ot the cold metal of the door.
Once they got to their apartment, Karen changed Emma into her pajamas, so she could run around more comfortably. She popped in Mosters Inc. and let Emma be attached to the screen.
She opened the composition book and began to read the words.
I thought maybe if we were writing and you couldn't see me, you would talk to me.
 Catburrower · Sun Apr 27, 2008 @ 12:28am · 0 Comments |
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