*Please review! Tell me what you think, whether it's the good, the bad, or the ugly. I'm just putting it out there right now that my main character is going to seem like a Mary Sue until I get more into the story. This is my first story, so please go kinda easy on me! Hope you enjoy!*
I awoke to the smell of pancakes and bacon.
I smiled as I jumped out of bed. It was the last day of the ninth grade, and I was pumped. Goodbye homework, teachers and stuffy classrooms, hello sunshine, friends, and beaches. I put on the pair of jean shorts and the tank top that I had picked out last night, brushed my shoulder-length brown waves, and put some makeup on my bright green eyes, but only a little because dad is pretty strict about those things. I frowned at the freckles on my tanned face and tried to cover them up with some cover up, but it didn't do any good, I could still see them. I surrendered to the freckles, and walked out into the kitchen.
"Morning dad," I said as I rose on my tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. I sat down at the table and looked at the breakfast he set out for us. There were eggs, bacon, pancakes, toast, and orange juice. I grabbed a pancake and a glass of orange juice. I took out my backpack, took my blood sugar, gave myself a shot of insulin and put it back in my backpack. I have had diabetes for about 2 years. Along with my ADHD and dyslexia, it's hard to deal with, but I get by alright.
I took a look at the clock. 8:10?! I was gonna be late! I stood up, grabbed my backpack, and gave my dad a hug goodbye.
"Bye dad, see you after school!" I said as I rushed out the door.
"Bye, baby, have a good day!" he called out.
I ran to the bus stop and I just made it on the bus.
"Late again, sweetie? You are lucky you are so cute otherwise I wouldn't wait for you." My bus driver drawled as I ran onto the bus.
"Sorry Julie, "I panted. " I promise I will be here early for the New Year."
Julie smiled and shook her head. I spotted my best friend Asana, who was reading a book with her feet put up on the seat front of her. Her chocolate colored complexion practically glowed in the sunlight. Her long, super curly hair had been straightened and the gold eyeshadow on her eyes made her dark skin stand out even more. She wore jean short shorts with a cute purple spaghetti strapped top. I smiled at her as a sat down next to her. She looked at me and put the book away.
"ASANA! Get your feet off my seat!" Julie yelled from the front.
Asana rolled her eyes at me and put her legs down.
"Sorry, Julie!" she bellowed back and turned towards me, and I braced myself for the early morning gossip. "So," she said. "Daniela texted me this morning saying Chris is definitely going to her pool party next week, which is weird because I could have sworn I overheard him saying to Erica that he wasn't going…" she kept going on about whether Chris was going to the party still or not. I realized that her eyes were looking extraordinarily blue today. That's the thing with Asana. She was the only African American I know that has deep blue eyes, like the color of the ocean. And they weren't even contacts, they were all natural.
"Lucienne, are you listening to me?" she snapped her fingers in front of my face. I shook my head. Most people, especially teachers, call me Lucienne. I also get Lucy, Luce, Lou, Lulu, Cienna, and a few others.
"Yeah, you were saying something about Chris going to the party?" I said.
Asana rolled her eyes. "Nooo, that was like ages ago. Now I am talking about what we should wear to the party. Keep up, girl!"
Now normally, a typical day at school consists of: socializing in the morning, going to my morning classes, go to lunch, go to my afternoon classes, get on the bus, and go home. But today was different from any other typical day at school. We will start from the beginning.
At lunch Asana, Sage, and I sat at our table. We ate our lunch, talked and laughed. We said a silent prayer to whoever was listening up there that I made it through another year without being expelled. You see weird things happen to me. I don't know why, but they do. For example, last year, a massive dog attacked me in the school, and no one knows how it got in. everyone said it was a pit-bull, but I swear it didn't look like any normal dog. A couple years before that, a teacher attacked me, but everyone seems to think that I attacked her. And the year before that… well you get the picture. And so, because of this, I have gotten expelled from 3 different schools. Mom and dad understand, thank goodness, but they are still stern with me. They know that I have a hard time, but they still have to be parents, I guess. Asana understands me best though. It's probably because she has gone through similar things, and she also has ADHD and dyslexia. We have been best friends for as long as I can remember. Then we came to high school and met Sage, and the three of us have been inseparable ever since.
After lunch, Sage and I went to our next period, which was science. We took our seats in our usual spots, and turned to each other and started talking. Sage seems really quiet and shy, but when she's around me and Asana, she is just her usual goofy, fun self.
"So, have you drawn or painted any good pictures lately?" Sage asked me, flipping her white blonde hair.
I smiled. I love anything that is art. Painting, sculpting, drawing, you name it, I do it. "Actually, I just painted this beautiful picture of a picture that I took years ago when mom, dad and I took that trip to the beach."
"That's awesome! You will have to show me. Do you have any plans later?"
"Not really, I was just going to Asana's house to help her pack for her camp. You should come! And then after I was-" I was cut off by the teacher who walked in. It wasn't Mrs. Williams, our usual teacher, but some other guy with a black goatee and horn-rimmed glasses.
"Hello, class. My name is Mr. Daley. I will be your substitute for the period." He spoke in soft, hushed tones, as if he were scared someone was going to overhear him. I turned to smirk at Sage, but she wasn't paying attention to me. Her icy blue eyes were widened with terror and she was staring at the sub like he was going to eat her.
I put my hand on her shoulder. "Sage? Are you okay?"
Mr. Daley whipped his head towards me. "Is there a problem, Ms. Gauthier?" he asked me. It sounded like he had something like a German accent, so it came out sounding more like, "Iz Vere a problem, Miz Gauthier?" I shook my head and turned to face the front, trying to wipe the smirk off my face. It wasn't until later did I realize that he didn't do roll call yet.
"Luce," Sage whispered to me, still keeping her eyes on Mr. Daley. "Run. Get out of here right now. I will explain later. But you need to get out."
I just stared at her. Part of me was tempted to laugh at the seriousness on her face, and the other part of me actually wanted to believe her. I just shook my head. "I can't leave," I said. "We're in the middle of class."
"That doesn't matter right now! The only thing that matters is your safety, and you have to trust me that you're in dang-"
"Is there a problem, girls?" Mr. Daley asked again. He cocked his head to one side and smiled a really creepy smile.
I started to say no again, but Sage interrupted me. "Yes, actually, there is. Lucienne and I have to go down to the office for something, it's an emergency."
Mr. Daley still had the creepy smile on his face. "You're not going anywhere."
"But it's an emergency…" Sage trailed off. Mr. Daley picked up a desk and threw it across the room. Screams echoed off the walls of the classroom and children started to run out of the room. I sat frozen to my seat as Mr. Daley threw more desks and science equipment. Then he started to grow from almost six feet, to six and a half feet, to seven feet tall. He had bulging muscles and a gruesome scarred face, and he had busted out of the suit he was wearing and was just in red plaid boxers, which may have been funny under other circumstances. Instead of laughing, I stared at him in horror and screamed. I didn't even move, I just stood there and screamed and screamed. Mr. Daley made his way over to me and was holding a desk and was about to slam it down on my head when I jumped out of the way.
"Girl is good food! Want to eat you!" he said, picking me up. I tried to get away, I kicked and screamed, but it was no use. He grabbed my neck and squeezed. He probably would have broke my neck too, if Sage hadn't have come up behind him and slammed a desk down on his head. He dropped me and I crumpled on the floor. He turned on Sage and roared. He picked her up and started to stretch her arms out to the point where they may have broken.
"Sage, hold on!" I yelled and I went onto the teacher's desk and started to look for something that I could use as a weapon.
"HURRY!" she screamed at me. She cried out in pain some more. I looked at her desperately and I grabbed a pair of scissors. I went up behind Mr. Daley and stabbed him in the back where is heart would have been. All of a sudden he disintegrated into a bunch of yellow powder that got all over me and Sage. I collapsed onto the floor, panting, still holding the scissors. Sage was leaning up against a desk, staring at me.
After a long silence, Sage shook my shoulder gently. "Lucienne," she said softly. "We have to go before someone sees-"
Not even five seconds later, the principal walked in. Now to her, it probably looked something like I was some deranged crazy child who had attacked everyone with a pair of scissors and started throwing desks everywhere in a fit. Even in my stupor, I knew how bad it looked, and that I had to get out of there. I got up and started to run.
