Imbalance

Introduction:

The girl with the dark eyes walks gracefully down the street, it seems. But she steps carefully, as if the ground will crumble under her feet if she is not careful. Everything about her seems simple and so very average in every way. Her dress, dark purple with pretty but average black flowers on it, drops just past her knees and her sways back and forth with each step. The bag that is over her shoulder drops to her knees as well, and bumps against them with each step. It seems heavy. Her eyes stay to the ground, watching the rocks, and knowing all too well where she is going. Her long dark hair, a sign that she is insecure her friend says, covers her pale face. Certainly not a flawless face, she knows all too well.

She stops at the bus stop. She waits. The cold can be felt all over her in the early morning. The sun has barely risen. The street lamps are still on. The few other people at the bus stop don't even look her way, but she doesn't care much. One guy smokes, one girl pulls her jacket closer. The bus pulls up.

Sighing, she steps up onto the bus when the doors opens and tries to get up the stairs without falling on her face. But the initial moment where one might think she is a graceful girl is gone. She is really a complete klutz. Staggering up the stairs, she takes the seat up front where she sits every single day. The bus is loud, and she cringes, her ears hurting from all the noise. Ringing in her ears begins. She squeezes her eyes shut and wished it would stop, but it doesn't. The bus keeps going, leaving her to deal with the ringing in her ears.

The ringing returns during her first class, as the stress builds up. She didn't finish her homework.

"Where is it?"The teacher asks. She shakes her head.

"Don't have it."

"Why?"

"No excuse, ma'am."

The teacher just nods, looks down upon her with her evil stare and moves on to the next student, who insists that his sister stole it. Of course the teacher doesn't buy that story. The girl clamps her hands together, knowing that her mark is getting worse and worse each day. That night would be horrible if her parents got another phone call.

Suddenly, papers start to fly around the room, and then chalk joins in, flying at people and hit them in the face, leaving chalk dust everywhere. She just sits and stares, unsure of what to do. The teacher screams, more at a loss than any of her students. People come running, she can hear it. The teacher runs to the phone, as if someone will be able to help. The students run from the class, but the girl in the purple dress just sits there, staring, her hands clamped together still as the papers fly around the room. The teacher seems dismayed; the homework she was collecting is everywhere, along with everything else.

Someone comes to the girl. It's one of her friends.

"Are you okay?"

The papers drop to the floor, and she just nods.