They are everywhere! There's one right there. And over there! Get away from me! Don't touch me! That one has a nasty smile on his face. Are they going to hurt me?! Ouch!
"Hey, watch- oh. Well hey there, cutie. What's your name?" he said to me with a guy tone of voice. That's the problem. A GUY tone of voice. I can't believe I ran into a guy.
"I'm so sorry!" That's all I said before I ran off, as fast as my legs could move me. I'm only 5'2, so my legs were pretty short, so I probably didn't run that fast. If you are wondering what I am getting worked up over then let me explain. I'm am currently at To-Oh University, heading towards the class where I will be taking my entrance exam.
Why am I scared, you ask? Because there are men everywhere. I'm deathly afraid of men. Shouldn't I be used to them, you ask? Well, no. I have always went to a female only school, so this is my first time going to a school with males.
Why am I so afraid of men? Just imagine that your mother, the only person left in your life to raise you, left for work and a man broke into your house. He tries to rape you and hurt you and break you. Wouldn't you be scared? I know I was. The neighbors had heard him break in a called the cops and thank God, they made it before he took something that we females all, or for the most part, try to keep with us to save for a man we love.
This happened in America. Mississippi, to be exact. I wasn't born in America, though. I was born in Winchester, England. My grandfather didn't want us to be around him, though. My parents left for America when I was two. However, my father died when I was 4. Car crash. I wish I had met him, but it's hard to miss somebody that you never met.
My mother had lung cancer from smoking and died last year. I had never mourn so much in my life than I had that day. I knew I couldn't be alone for the rest of my life. I had to break out of my shell. That's why I entered this college. To make something of myself. Maybe people will start respecting me and maybe I can make new friends. That's all I want. I can't consult with my mother about anything anymore. I can't hide behind her anymore.
I head to the bathroom to check myself before I go to the classroom. I still have thirty minutes. My reflections looks the same as I had had it when I left my small apartment, which included one bedroom, a small kitchen, a tiny living room, and the tiniest bathroom you had ever seen. My top half of my hair was still neatly pinned up and curled, which the rest of my fiery red hair was left down and also curled.
Even though it was curled, it still fell past my waist. I have always trimmed the dead ends of my hair, but never have I completely cut it in my seventeen years. I didn't skip a grade. That's what most people think. I just started early. I hate being the youngest, I get teased for it.
I am quite small for my age, which I also get teased about. I am 5'2, as I've already explained before, and 109 pounds. A lot of the weight is probably in my thick hair.
My makeup is still in tact, as I noticed looking in the mirror. Eyeliner. Check. Eye-shadow. Check. Mascara. Check. Lip gloss. Need to apply a little more. I take it out of my little purse and apply some. Smack. Check. Everything else seems to be fine, so I'm ready to go.
My legs shook as I made my way to the classroom to study for a little before the test begins. I'm so nervous. I usually do okay at school as long as I study really hard. It was hard to see the board for a few years because my mom couldn't afford to buy glasses. My grades dropped a lot and I had to work really hard to get them up. Wait. Where's my glasses?!
I reached in my purse to search for the spectacles. Keys. No. Wallet. No. Phone. No. AHA. Found them. My vision became clear as I put them on, and when I was able to see, I realized some guys were staring at me. Stop staring. Are they planning something? Are they going to hurt me?
I just need to study. I pulled out my blue notebook and studied the material on it. My only friend here gave me her notes to study off of because she had already passed the entrance exams last year and knew what type of material would be on the test. Her name is Aiko Ibuka. She is just a bit bigger than me, 5'6 and 120 pounds.
She has black short hair and dark brown eyes that gave off the maturity of a grown woman. She reminded me of my mom, which I found comfort in.
It's about time for the test to start. I put my notebook away and waited for him to pass out the test. As I waited, a guy walked up to my row and sat down right beside me. I don't like this. It was two minutes before the test started. You could practically feel the intelligence radiating off this guy.
He was quite tall, with brown hair, and intelligent brown eyes. He was handsome and the girls in the room seemed to moon over him. I realized I was staring when he turned to me and spoke. "Do you need something? I can lend you a pencil if you need one." How nice! I have to keep my guard up, though. He is a man.
"Umm. Uh. No! I-uh- don't need your help so leave me alone!" I am an idiot. How could I respond to such a nice gesture? I am truly the worst. And what made it more embarrassing is that I didn't sound intimidating in the slightest. I sounded like a little girl speaking to a boy on the playground like she would get cooties or something.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bother you." He spoke in such a gentle way, but he still sounded bored, like he couldn't be bothered.
"I'm sorry, too." I admitted. If I did make it in, this wouldn't be how I wanted to start off my first real interaction with somebody.
"Here, let's start over. My name is Light Yagami. What's your name?" He looked at me expectantly. The only problem was that I have been even more suspicious about giving out my name since this whole Kira thing started up. He can kill with a face and a name, well that's what I think at least, which really makes me not want to give out my name.
Only criminals have heart attacks, though. I'm not a criminal, so it should be good, shouldn't it?
"Um. Are you alright?" He had a little concern in his voice, but something else, too. Annoyance? Was he annoyed by me? He was probably annoyed by how I wasn't answering. Maybe I should answer now.
"Oh. My name is Grace Wilson." I finally spoke up. My first words to a male that sounded not as scared as usual! Progress is being made ladies and gentlemen.
"Were you raised in America? I can detect a southern American accent in your voice." He can tell that? I thought I had lost my accent after spending over 5 years here, but maybe he was just that perceptive.
"I was born in England, but raised in the southern part of North America. I moved here when I was twelve. I thought I had lost my accent." I whispered, so lightly in fact that Light had to lean in to hear. I leaned backwards to get further away from him, which made it harder for him to hear. I wasn't trying to make him not hear me, I just wasn't used to guys being that close to me.
"Oh, I see. I guess I can pick up on accents." He smiled and I felt heat rise to my face. This is the first time I saw a guy up close smile at me. It wasn't genuine from what I can tell, but it was still a smile. I'm really simple and stupid, I guess.
We went silent to listen out for the teacher to tell us to begin. The bell rung. "And begin." the teacher said loudly for everyone to hear. We all picked up our pens/pencils to start the test and I just so happen to notice that Light didn't. He flipped through the test to check out some of the questions with a bored expression on his face. Was he that cocky?
The teacher walked past us and for a second, I thought Light was going to get in trouble for not starting, but he kept on walking. Finally he picked his pencil up only to be distracted by the teacher again. "You there, student number 162, sit properly in your chair." the teacher scorned another student. I notice Light turn around to look at said person so I turned around to check him out too.
It was another guy, who looked quite odd. He had black, wild hair, dark eyes that looked like the pupil took up most of with bags under them, and really pale skin. He crouched in his chair with his knees pulled up to his chest with no shoes on. He held his pencil with his thumb and index finger which made me question how he was able to write properly. Men were truly strange!
Him and Light were now having a stare-off. Almost like they were questioning each other's mind and trying to find out about each other through eye contact alone. I will just go back to my test. It was none of my business anyway. I need to get away from all of these guys!