Sharada's POV
Wearing this-
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"Sharada, class is over." I felt a harsh nudge on my shoulder and lazily let my eyes drift over to my friend. "Right, of course," I murmured dreamily. I quietly stood up and walked to the front of the room. "Sharada, a word." I inhaled sharply and rolled my eyes. I placed a sickly sweet smile on my face, "Yes Mr. Winsock?" He raised his eyebrow as if he had already gone through this with me, which he had…. many times. "Sharada, were you listening to a word I said in class." I bounced on my toes, "Of course, Mr. W. You said, 'Hello, class.' And, 'Study for the quiz next Wednesday.'"
I gave him a bright smile and considered pleading with him to leave. He placed his hand in his pocket, "I mean somewhere between that." I bit my lip searching for something that he might've lectured on. Before I could answer he sighed, "Exactly, Sharada, your grades are slowly sinking, you drift off during class, what can I do to help a student, who doesn't want to be helped."
I tugged at my short blonde pixie like hair, "I'm sorry, Mr. Winsock, I'll try harder." He nodded and dismissed me. I inwardly scolded myself for making yet another empty promise. I smiled to the familiar faces that passed me by, yes, I was considered…eccentric, but that didn't make me a friendless loser. I noticed that a small group, who normally kept to themselves was hovering around my locker. I boldly made my way over and glanced to my left to find myself looking at the cause of the commotion. Bella Swan. Ever since she came, Forks has been getting, weird to say the least, not that I minded. It was no secret that her and one of the Cullen's was a 'thing.' She glanced at me and a tint of scarlet flushed across her face.
I rolled my eyes at her easily embarrasedness, if that's a word. I watched as she nervously twisted her lock around. I rolled my eyes and ignored the stares the family was giving me. "What's your combo?" She quietly recited the numbers. I skillfully banged it in the correct places and it flew open. I snapped my gun and turned back to my locker. I tugged off my beanie and shook my hair out. I placed my books in my locker and huffily turned and pushed my way past the Cullen's and to my friend, Ceria. Ceria was leaning against the hallway wall flirting with Mike Newton. I slowed my steps and allowed them to finish their conversation before heading over. "Mornin' sunshine." I greeted her as I normally do. She smiled and formed her hair into a tight bun.
Ceria was never really a talking person, she was a prima ballerina, literally, ever since she was 4 she's been an expert ballerina. She has always had this strange fascination about being popular. As a friend, I always supported her no matter how strange the idea. Ceria also had looks to die for, she was a model for many magazines. Sometimes, I think, the only thing that keeps her attached to me is her shyness. She gracefully flounced up to me, "Isn't he a total hottie?" Obviously she was gushing about Mike Newton. "McDreamy." I uttered sarcastically. She ignored my remark and launched into full on girl mode and told me every detail of there confrontation. My mind aimlessly wandered and I began to play with a strand of my hair. I was rocketed back to reality when she began to speak of the Cullens. "They're totally staring at you…. Sharada, are you even listening?" My head snapped up, "Yeah of course, why are they staring?"
A scoff was placed on her face, she snorted, "How should I know?" I absentmindedly shrugged, I glanced in their directions and caught eyes with the short black haired girl. She stared me down and I raised my eyebrow in question. She seemed shocked but she regained her composure and turned away. I smirked in victory and turned back to Ceria. Her lips were pressed into a tight line, "Now don't go staring and scaring people like you normally do." I opened my mouth and my hands flew to my chest in an overdramatic posed, "Me? How can you say I scare people?" I screeched.
She turned scarlet and hushed me, "Shar! Be quiet, we are already considered freaks." I rolled my eyes and smiled, "You're not a freak," I gave a devilish smile, "I am." She huffed and through her bag over her shoulder. I smiled and quietly followed, we once again passed by the Cullens, who gave me a curious stare. I turned toward them and gave them an icy stare, "Weren't you taught not to stare?"
They almost smiled but backed off nonetheless. Ceria yanked on my elbow, "C'mon." I half smiled to myself and made my way down the hall and out the doors. Once out the doors Ceria turned and looked at me with a bemused expression, "Shar…you're such a freak…but I love you for it." I let a musical laugh slip, I gave her a tight squeeze and turned to walk home. "Be good," she called warningly. I raised my hand and waved dismissively. I hummed quietly as I walked home. Being, me, Sharada, I was daydreaming about everything and anything. Oh, and random fact, but did you know cows produce more milk when they are called by name. I know, it's a useless little fact, but I'm full of them.
I may not be book smart, but it never hurts to know these little things. So if I randomly tell you something, you'll know why. I placed my beanie back on my head and quietly laughed to myself as I watched two squirrels bicker with each other over an acorn. "Um…excuse me. Sharada, right?" I sharply turned to find Bella Swan walking behind me. "Yes?" I couldn't hide my confusion over why she was talking to me. "Hi, I'm Bella," she stretched out her hand.
I politely took it, "I've heard. So, what's up?" She blushed….again. "Well, we're neighbors, so I was wondering if you wanted to walk with me?" Her brown eyes stared at me with nervousness. I silently chuckled, "Sure. I normally walk alone, but I'm open for change." She smiled timidly and walked beside me. "So, you and that Cullen dude?" I raised my eyebrow and cocked my head toward her. She blushed and mumbled something that sounded like, "Somewhat." I laughed, causing her to stare at me, "You're very shy, aren't you?" She looked as if she were about to disagree but looked down and nodded. I turned my head forward and continued, "I used to be shy…outgrew it after I moved here. I guess Forks has that magical charm or something." My voice was light and airy. She shrugged but had a strange expression on her face. She kicked at the ground, "I heard you have quite a reputation."
I shrugged as if completely uninterested. "Sorta, depends on what you've heard." Her cheeks tinted and she gave a slow smile, "Just that you're a dreamer." "Yup." I chirped, "Not going to deny it." Her face changed as she tried to figure out what to say, "What else do you do?" "Besides dream? I write, dance, live, breathe, smile, laugh, and make lyrics." She quirked her eyebrow, "I do some of those things to." I laughed and abruptly stopped. She jerked to a halt a few steps ahead of me, "What?" she asked panicked. "Look!" I whispered urgently. She jerked her head toward the direction I pointed toward the forest like area.
"There was something big and white over there!" She stared into the woods with a vacant expression on her face. I gasped, "And it was moving super fast!" Her eyes went wide and she gripped my wrist, "I'm sure it was just a bird," she pulled me forward. I ripped my wrist away, "NO way! I'm sure of what I saw." A billion things rushed through my head. None of them seemed to fit. Her eyes pleaded for me to drop it, unfortunately for her, that's not one of my specialties. "It's probably your imagination," she tried to reason. My mouth clamped into a tight line, "I'm not that creative." She pulled me forward, "Please, it's getting cold out."
I pulled myself away, "I'm going to go investigate," I told her distractedly. She jumped in front of me, "Later, please," she begged, "I'm tired and it's getting dark out." I grumbled but let her lead me away, "I know what I saw." She frowned and we walked home in silence. When we got to her house, which was next to mine, she gave me a sad smile.
"Thanks for walking home with me. I'm really sorry I'm in a rush." I returned the smile ten fold, "Not a problem. Probably was my imagination." I answered not meaning a single word of it. She sighed, "Okay, well see you later?" I grinned mischievously, "Of course." And yes, she'd be seeing A LOT of me.
