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A/N: Well Miss Leia and I(Nicoley) are back! WOOHOO! Ok for those of you who don't know us please continue reading this paragraph! Those of you who do know us please skip to the next paragraph! OK! Hello! I am Nicoley and I post my friend's (whom we call Miss Leia) stories for her. She writes this-Not me! Now don't worry-she sees your reviews (so please review! 'Cause she loves 'em!)
Well we are back and I know you're all excited! Yeah we should totally have a party that includes cake! YIPPEE! Ok so where did this title come from you may ask-Well we had no idea what to call this fic so we decided to look up song titles! Lately we've been having this Red Hot Chili Peppers obsession-So 'Soul to Squeeze' is one of their songs that we decided to use! (We don't own that either by the way) NOW! Onto the story!
Soul To Squeeze
Chapter 1: A World Gone Ebony
The door to the chemistry room slowly opens as 42 eyes are drawn to it. They stare at me, burning through me, uncovering every secret I hold. I clutched my books tighter to my chest, as if they were going to protect me. I walked over to Mr. Thompson's desk on shaky legs, handing him a small yellow slip.
"Sorry I'm late," I mumbled as he took the paper.
"That's the third time this week, Vortex," he said sharply, his own eyes burning into me, into my soul, just like the rest of them. "What's your excuse this time?" I brushed my now dark hair out of my eyes.
"Overslept," I responded quietly. Mr. Thompson gave me a doubtful stare.
"Sit down," he sighed. I nodded and made my way over to my desk, placing my books down and sitting down gingerly. "Now, as I was saying earlier," Mr. Thompson started, turning back towards the board. I slouched in my seat and immediately drowned him out. Why man even created a thing as insipid as school is beyond me. I sighed, putting my elbow on my desk and my palm in my hand, staring at the blank wall in front of me. Unconsciously, I moved my thumbnail into my mouth and softly chewed on it. Biting my nails. It was a horrible habit I could never seem to break.
"And the answer is what, Miss Vortex?"
"Huh, what?" I asked, snapping out of my trance.
"Maybe if you started paying attention, you'd know where we were. Can anyone else tell me the answer to my question? Ah! Yes! Mr. Neutron, enlighten us!"
"Well, you see," Jimmy answered, gloating and victory oozing in his voice, "according to the periodic table…." I rolled my eyes and sighed, drowning out the rest of what Jimmy was saying. I knew everything I needed to know about the periodic table. It's not like I was ever gonna see it again in my life anyway.
"Thank you Mr. Neutron!" Mr. Thompson exclaimed. "It's good to know SOMEBODY pays attention in my class." I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
"Thank you Mr. Thompson. I…." Jimmy was cut off by ringing of the bell. I sighed in relief. This wasn't the first time I had been totally humiliated in Mr. Thompson's class. I sighed as I made my way to my locker, where Libby was waiting for me.
"Hey girl! What's up?" she asked happily, too happily.
"Nothing," I mumbled, twisting my combination into my lock.
"Girl don't even start that. What'd Thompson do to you this time?"
"Same thing he always does," I replied, dumping my books into my locker and grabbing my binder for math. "God, my locker's a mess."
"Hey, what are you doin tonight?" Libby asked, ignoring the last thing I said.
"I'm busy," I said flatly, closing my locker door.
"Doing what? Cin, you really gotta get out more."
"I'm fine," I said through clenched teeth. "I gotta go I'm gonna be late."
"Well, if you change your mind, call me!" Libby called after me. I put my hand in the air, signaling I had heard her, although I knew she knew I wasn't going to change my mind. I used to love spending time with her, but ever since the accident…….I shook my head, clearing out the mental images, and unconsciously pulled the sleeves of my black sweatshirt further down my arms. Let's just say that now I prefer to stay home.
A/N: -in a sing songy voice- Review! REVIEW! ReViEw!!!!