I lay my head down on the desk, not wanting to deal with the endless droning of the teacher. I usually didn't mind English, but a review of nouns, pronouns, and adjectives, was just too much.

I sighed. The room was stuffy, hot, and everyone had their head down on the desk. Mike Newton was snoring, loudly.

Someone poked him in the back with their pencil.

"Yow!" he shouted, jumping nearly three inches out of his chair.

The teacher didn't even blink, he continued to read off his prepared speech. Those who were still awake chuckled lightly. We were doing everything we possibly could to stay awake. Even if it meant torturing others, for the sole purpose of our sanity.

Thankfully, the bell rang. We all stood as one, gathering up our books, and waking our sleeping friends.

I hugged my books to my chest, happy that it was Lunch period.

'Lunch' was basically just an expression for me, since I didn't actually eat lunch.

I walked slowly to the bathroom, people racing to the lunchroom, and to their cars, not wanting to waste a minute of their newfound freedom.

The bathroom was dimly lit, it was empty. I checked my appearance in the mirror.

My concealer was beginning to rub off, and a shadow of a bruise above my right eye was beginning to shine through.

Thank the lord for makeup.

When I was finished touching up, I looked like my regular self again. With my baggy brown hoodie, and my black sweat pants, I looked as inconspicuous as ever.

I walked out the door, not sure what to do with the remaining twenty-five minutes.

I walked around never-ending halls, that went around, and around. No dead ends, no breaks, everywhere you walked, you always ended up in the same place you began. I was sick of this, so, I sat down on the floor, somewhere off to the side, and out of the way, and pulled out my ipod.

I listened to my music for awhile, untill I fell asleep.

I woke with a start at the sound of a bell. I grudgingly trudged to my next class. I was feeling especially sore today.

I walked into history, my favorite subject. Although we were talking about the Trojan War, one of my favorite subjects, I was too tired to listen. When a quiz was passed back, I ignored it, and went back to sleep.

When I woke, the classroom was empty. I sat up quickly, rubbing my eyes. I looked at the clock, it read: 3:20. Crap.

Who would do this to a girl? Surely the teacher would have been kind enough to wake me up, but no, its all a big joke. (A.N. That happened to me once...)

I had missed my last class as well.

I sighed, oh well. I better get home.

I stood, stretching.

"Good morning, or should I say good afternoon. Nice to see you are awake." Someone said from behind me.

I jumped, and turned to see Mr. Masen, the history teacher, sitting at his desk, twirling a pen through his fingers. He looked as if he had been waiting for me to wake up.

"Uh..." was all I could say.

"Come here Elizabeth," he said, motioning to come closer.

I looked around, wondering who he was talking to, when i remebered, I was Elizabeth. wow, I still wasn't used to that yet.

I felt the sinking of my stomach. He was going to report me, I was in big trouble... Why does things like this only happen to me?

"Y-yes?" I asked, standing by his desk.

"Elizabeth, you have always been a wonderful student in my class," He said, pulling out a few papers, "Always the first to raise your hand when a question is asked, one of my star students. But for the last week or so, you have been falling asleep in my class. Are my lessons really that boring?" he asked, handing me the papers that I recognized as the tests that I hadn't filled out.

"No, Mr. Masen, its just that I haven't been getting much sleep lately, you know since end of term is coming up, and I have been busy with make-up homework." I lied. I hadn't been getting sleep, but it most definitely was not because of homework.

Mr. Masen sighed and looked at me skeptically. "I understand, but this sometimes happens when it isn't end of term." He said, calling my bluff.

I didn't know what to say to that, so I shrugged.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Elizabeth, I don't want to fail you, you are perhaps one of my most respected students and this would look terrible on your record." He looked up at me. "If you would come by tomorrow before school, I can allow you to re-take the quizes and the test, that will raise your grade to a C." He paused, "And for being a good student I will raise it to a B." he said, smiling slightly now.

I tried to look grateful as I said, "Oh thank you Mr. Masen, that is so generous of you!" I said, sucking up.

"Don't be a suck up," He said, teasingly punching me on the arm.

I gasped, it was by accident of course, he hadn't known. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I rapidly blinked them away, hoping he hadn't seen. He had, of course.

"Elizabeth?" he asked, standing up and walking to my side. "Did I hurt you?" he asked concernedly.

"N-no, I just hurt my shoulder playing tennis." I lied again, trying to casually creep out of the room.

"Well, as you know I am the basketball coach as well, and I deal with these sorts of injuries all the time, may I look at it?" before I could say no, he gingerly pushed up the sleeve of my hoodie.

My arm was black and blue in many places. My bruises and cuts were still healing. It was his turn to gasp.

I quickly pulled the sleeve back down over my arm, "well, it was nice seeing you Mr. Masen!" I said, grabbing my books, and I ran out the door, as quickly as my broken body could handle.

It was raining.

When I safely left the school, I banged my head against the wall, adding to my healing injuries.

Hopefully Mr. Masen would think nothing of it, and never mention it again. How could I have been stupid enough to let him see. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I scolded myself, bashing my head every time I said stupid.

I had to stop when I became too dizzy to do it any longer.

I looked up at the school clock out in the cortyard. It was nearly four. Crap. I was dead.

I pulled my hair into a ponytail, and sprinted off into the rain.

A.N. Well, there is the first chapter. I know this doesn't make much sense, but it will in future chapters. Hugs Review please!