Disclamier: I don't own Wizard101!
Wishing to be Different
The Average Girl that Wishes to be Different
"Jacqueline Frogstalker."
I heard a series of snickers from behind me. Yes my last name was Frogstalker but there is no need to laugh at it every time you hear it.
"Yes," I called back to my Algebra 1 teacher, Mrs. Dogood.
"Do you have your math homework?" she asked, a hint of irritation in her voice.
I froze, last night I had been so absorbed in my book that homework kind of… slipped my mind. Though this wasn't the first, or probably last, time this has happened, but I always hate answering this question. The look of disappointment in the teacher's eyes always kills me on the inside, but I bring it upon myself.
I said a quick "no," then I hastily went back to my math worksheet. Luckily, I had dark skin, so no one could see the blush that I could feel gracing my cheeks right now.
When the bell rung I quickly grabbed my stuff and went out of the classroom before Mrs. Dogood could stop me. I walked to my lunch table where my friends already sat, laughing among themselves.
"Hey Jakie! Did you hear?!" said Kelly Foster, the red head friend who knew everyone and everything about them-
"Jezz Kel, at least let Ashley tell Jack herself," Diana Sperling, the calm, collective one of the group said, Like me, she's black.
The shorted hair brunette turned around. "K-Kyle finally asked me out." Ashley- the quiet, sweet one of the group softly stated.
I raised my eyebrows, surprised. Even though I wasn't jumping up and down with excitement like Kelly, I was happy for Ashley, she has liked Kyle for some time now. I smiled at her and congratulated her.
I sat down and pulled out my Harry Potter book from my bag. Even though I've read this series dozens of time, I've never get tired of it. The main character, Harry Potter, started out as a nobody who slept in a little room under his Uncle and Aunt's stairs. Then a giant named Hagrid visits his house and everything changes for Harry. He becomes a somebody. Even though it's foolish, sometimes I wished something like that could happen to me. It was most unlikely though. I live with my happily married parents, in a middle class home, in a town just outside of Yellowknife, Canada. I don't have any unexplained scars nor do strange things happen around me.
"Did you see what that guy is wearing?! He's such a nerd!"
I looked over my book at Kelly. She was looking at the guy who had just walked past. In most people's definitions he did look like a nerd, though it still doesn't give people the right to laugh at him. Usually in these situations-which happen quite often- I would roll my eyes at Kelly and go back to reading my book, but for some reason this time was different.
"His name is John," I snapped. I regretting saying those words the moment they came out of mouth. I didn't exactly want to be bothered by them today.
"Hey, it sounds like you like him," Kelly said, leaning toward me waving her eyebrows suggestively.
I rolled my eyes; of course I defend a guy so I must like him.
"Why must you make fun of everyone just because they don't dress like you?" I asked, my brain was screaming for me to stop, that this was going to end badly, but I couldn't help it Kelly needed somebody to stand up to her.
"Well when he dresses like that, he asking to be called a nerd," she said. She burst into another fit of giggles again.
I could feel the anger rising through my body, bubbling into my throat. "Maybe you should go back to your little group of preps then," I snapped at her, "your sure acting like one!"
The instant the words left my mouth I want to grab them and eat them back up again. Kelly hated being called a prep because when she was with her old group of "friends" they kicked her out because she called the cops on them when a party got too out of hand.
Kelly stood up and left the table without saying a word. Diana and Ashley, who had been quiet this whole time, shook their heads and left to follow Kelly. I didn't go over to apologize to Kelly because I was still bitter about what she said about John but I felt guilty for what I said to her so I told myself I would apologize tomorrow. At that moment I didn't know that I would never see her again, nor think of her again. Though as I sat there, trying to read my book I couldn't concentrate and after I reread a sentence about ten times I put the book down and ran my fingers through my short black hair. I blew away a little hair that was always hanging in face and I couldn't help but think that something was missing. I felt guilty for saying that to Kelly but shouldn't I feel lonely or at least sad that all my friends were gone. I felt tears come to my eyes, though they weren't there because everyone left, they were there because I realized that I had no one to begin with.
:'(
I ran to the busses after school though it was too late when I got to the bus lot, they were all gone. I felt frustrated tears come to my eyes and I silently cursed my French teacher for holding me back to lecture me about how I need to do my homework more often. I didn't want to call my mother because I knew she would want to know why I missed the buses and I suck at lying. I decided to walk home, even though my bag had all my gym clothes, two text books, three notebooks, and a big Harry Potter book in it. Hopefully, I could get home before my mother.
:0
I didn't. I walked up to the house and I froze when I saw my mother black SUV parked in the drive way. I slowly walked up to the front door and before I could push the golden handle down, the door swung open and there stood my mother, furious.
"You get in here right now, young lady!" My mother grabbed my arm and pulled me into the living room, slamming the front door shut and leaving my bag outside.
"Where have you been?!" My mother snapped at me, her voice making me visually flinch.
"Uh uh," I tried to swallow the knot in my throat and talk but I couldn't.
"ANSWER ME!" my mother shouted at me, annoyed by how long it was taking me to answer.
"I had to walk home, I missed the bus" I said, quickly afraid she might kill me if I took any longer to answer.
"Why didn't you call me?" she yelled, though quieter this time.
"Um…my phone was dead," I lied, terribly.
My mother looked at me and held out her hand; I looked at her hand then back her, confused.
"Give me your phone," she commanded.
I reached into my pocket and pulled my cell phone out and gave it to her and winced as she slid up to see that it still had two bars of power on it. She then, to my surprise, threw it on the floor to left of me and it broke into many pieces. She turned her back to me and grabbed onto the counter without saying a word. I stood there frozen just looking at what was left of my cell phone.
"Why did you miss the bus?" my mother quietly asked, not even looking at me.
"B-because the teacher h-held me back," I whimpered, tears coming to my eyes for the third time that day.
My mother turn her head, though she wasn't making eye contact with me, which I was grateful that she didn't because I might break down crying if she did.
"What did they want to talk about?" she asked again so quietly it was barely above a whisper voice.
I inhale slowly, gaining control of myself, and I told the truth, "I haven't been doing my homework."
"Well that would explain this," my mother snapped, anger present in her voice again. She passed me a sheet of paper.
It was my freshman 1st semester report card. My eyes widen as I saw that every subject had a C next to it except PE but all you need to is follow instructions and have your PE clothes to get an A in that class.
"I'm very disappointed you, Jacqueline," I didn't look up from the paper but I wished she would just send me to my room and ground me forever, it's not like I go out anyway. "I know you could do better than this. If you would just get your head out of those books of yours, no matter how much you wish your life will be like in books it won't happen. God, you such a teenager! You need to grow up."
By this point I was crying, my hands were shaking with rage. How dare she think that she know all about me! How dare she insult books, there the only things that understand me! How dare she think I'm a typical teenager!
"I think it's best for you if we get rid of-"
"Shut up!" I snapped at her.
Turned to me surprised at my sudden outburst, " How dare you spea-"
"Just shut up!" I yelled this time, "How dare you think that you know everything about me! When's been the last time you've asked me how my day went? Or anyone asked me?! You have always been complaining about your work that no ever gets a chance to tell their day! So books are the only thing I have ok! Of course you wouldn't know since you wouldn't pick up a book unless you were forced too!"
She walked up to me and slapped me across the face. I fell to the ground, I was so surprised. She had never hit before in my life, no matter how bratty I had been. I touch my cheek, it felt hot and wet and I grabbed on the nearby chair and helped myself up. My legs were shaking and I looked my mother, I had never been so terrified in my life.
My mother's face turned an anger scowl to one of worry as she realized what she just did. She took a step towards me and I took a step back. Tears were coming down my face harder than ever now and I was gasping for each tiny breath I could between each sob. When I saw my mother face all my fear turned into rage.
"I hate you!" I screeched at her.
My mother tried to touch me but when she did. I pushed her away and she went flying back and hit her head on the counter. I gasped. I couldn't have pushed her that hard? It didn't matter anymore though and I bolted out the front door. I fell when I hit my bag ripping my jeans and long sleeve shirt but I got up again and ran down the street.
:'(
The sky was dark with clouds and it was snowing since it was the middle of January. I didn't feel the cold though until I finally stopped running. I looked at my arm and saw blood on the sleeve and I felt faint. I hated blood. I looked around, I didn't recognize where I was and there weren't many people around. I leaned up against a wall next to a trash can, suddenly tired. I couldn't even cry anymore. My eyes felt heavy and I just wanted to sleep there. Then suddenly I felt myself sinking into the ground. I stood up and the feeling of exhaustion being replaced with panic. My feet and ankles had disappeared into the ground and my legs go down into it. I tried to get out of it but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get out. I started to scream for help, at this point it was at my waist, but no one came. It was swallowing my chest as I look franticly for something to grab hold on, there was nothing. I screamed as it swallowed my head and I entered darkness.
Author note: Yeah the first chapter!! I just created this story out of nowhere. It will kind of sort of follow the game but only really in the beginning. I will also change a few things to get rid of the childness of the game. By the way if you see Jacqueline Frogstalker or any other of the characters on Wizard101 give me a holler! I want to see how many people read the story. Thank you to Naomi Hansen and their very helpful betaing skills. If you want to go read another Wizard101 story go read her's.
