This idea came to my head all of a sudden but it really has changed from when it wwas planted into my brain. This shows you how when you start writing, your fingertips really can lead you to anyplace at all. I hope you enjoy it! R&R!! (I just learned what that meant LOL :D)

Chapter I

I skimmed over the first few questions on the exam.

What was Newton's first law of motion? Speed equals distance over what? What pieces of information are needed to calculate acceleration?

It was no use to try to rack my brain in search of information given in the class when I'd been practically sleeping for the answers.

Stifiling a yawn, I sat back in my chair, making a squeaking noise on the hard floor.

At the spine-tingling noise, my eyes darted to my science teacher, Mrs. Troopman, to see if she had noticed the slight distraction.

False alarm. She was staring at her computer screen, probably researching the latest science technology.

I let my body fully relax into the plastic chair while slipping my Ipod earbuds up my sleeve and into my ear.

I rearranged my long black hair so it was fully covering any showing white cord.

I closed my eyes and let my mind clear and just listened to the soft beat pumping through my skull.

Before I knew it, the blaring sound of the school bell was ringing and the kids in my class were shuffling out of their seat and turning in their completed tests to Mrs. Troopman.

I took my precious time turning off my Ipod, then grabbing my blank paper and dropping it off at the teacher's desk before turning on my heel and out the door. I was safe…almost.

"Demetria." Mrs. Troopman called out from behind me.

I rolled my eyes at my full name that teacher's felt they needed to call me to have more authority or something stupid like that.

I turned around. "It's Demi."

"Demetria." She said with a sharp tone to prove her power over me. "Would you please come over here."

I almost wanted to laugh at the word "please" coming from her, but I went anyway, too tired to put up a fight this time.

"Yes, Mrs. Troopman?"

She was holding a piece of paper up while she looked at me from beind her bottle cap glasses.

"Demetria, You didn't answer one question on this test. Or the last one, or the one before that." She gave me a pathetic look. "What's going on with you? Last year you were my best student, scoring one hundered percent on practically every test. But now…" She let her sentence hang in the air between us.

"Why don't you even try? Is there a reason for this, Demetria?"

I rolled my eyes at her. "No."

"Then what is the problem?" She gave me an impatient look.

"The problem," I said while making air quotes withmy free hand, "is that science is useless. I'll never use it in my life later, so why waste time learning it?"

This is the time when the teacher was supposed to start a lecture about how everything you learn in school becomes useful later in your life, but instead, Mrs. Troopman pursed her lips, looked down at the stack of papers in front of her and started to add red marks all over the first sheet on the stack.

It didn't look like she was going to add anything else so, shocked, I turned on my Converse chucks heels and left the room without a glance back.

I walked down the narrow hallway with my head down, teenage kids a blur through my periferral vision.

I was a stingray swimming in a sea full of goldfish.

I looked up at the school kids passing by. They all had a group to go with, a piece of the puzzle. I was that extra piece from a missing puzzle accidently put in the box labeled 'West High'.

There were the Hello-Kitty nerds, like Missy Karls, the mysteries, like Kevin O'Brien. The jocks, Patrick Downsey. The drama club geeks with head geek Clara Sheinwitz. And, of course, the populars, with homecoming king and queen, bottle blonde Hannah and her boyfriend, Nick.

Something was strange about them today, though. Although they were holding hands, they seemed distant. They weren't making their usual barf-worthing googly-eyed look at eachother, as usual.

Now, Hannah wore this look on her normally flawless features that executed a concern or even guilt. As for Nick, he wasn't even looking towards his girlfriend, sort of just spaced out in his own little world.

Wait, why am I even worried about them? After all that they put me through, no. I don't care.

Getting the flashbacks from my previous summer, I could have ripped open my chest right then and there and died in the middle of the school hallway, no one even stopping to be the good sumeritan. No one cared about me anymore.

I saw the girls restroom just in my line of sight and I thought some bathroom stall crying therapy would be just the thing I needed right now.

An african-american girl came out and I slipped in to find no one in there. I chose stall 3, my favorite.

Bringing my legs up on top of the toliet seat after I sat down, I rested my chin in my hands and just let the tear drip down from my heavy mascara-covered lashes.

I heard the bell ring and relaxed more, knowing that all the other students would be sliding into their assigned cheap chairs, ready to listen the the teacher's familiar drone.

All of a sudden, I heard the bathroom door swing open and two girls voices fill the air.

"I don't know what I'm going to do." One of the girls said.

The voice sounded familiar but I couldn't just quite put a name with it. I leaned over a little trying to see throught the crack in the door and see who these girls were, not that I was one much for prying.

"Hold on, let me make sure no one else is in here." The other voice was telling the first.

I heard the scrape of shoes on the bathroom floor. As I heard the sound coming closer and closer to my stall, I held my breath, not wanting to be found like this, sitting on a toilet with a red, tear-streamed face.

I saw red high heels right below my stall door and a glimpse of chocolate brown curls hanging down, but still no face showing.

"All clear." Red-heels girl assured the other girl in the bathroom. Suddenly, I knew who the girl with the brown hair was: Sel from homeroom. And that meant that the girl she was talking to had to be…

"Han, It's okay, I'm sure Nick will understand."

"I can't tell him, are you kidding me?!" Hannah cried in disbelief. "You know how he is, Sel. He will spaz out and then go kill Liam."

Hmm..Hannah had a secret that involved Nick being mad and Liam, the perv that's a year older than all of us.

"Well then what are you going to do, not tell either of them?" Sel questioned.

There wasn't a peep from Hannah for awhile, she must have been thinking hard. If not under these circumstances, I woulda laughed hard at my own little joke.

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do." Hannah concluded.

"Han…." Sel trailed off.

"No, Sel. This is my decision. I will just find a way to trick Nick into thinking that it's his."

"Did you two ever..you know."

"No." Hannah replied sharply. "That's the problem. God, you don't understand anything."

I could tell Hannah was really angry now, her tone familiar to me from when everything happened that summer.

"Han, calm down, I'm just trying to get the whole story. Remember yesterday what Doctor Louise said, exerting your anger on others isn't the right way to handle anything."

They went to a shrink? Oh my God, t's not like they are a couple of 40 year olds having marriage troubles.

I heard Hannah sigh. "You're right." She sounded defeated.

"We should go back to class, Mr. Clooney is probably wondering where we are."

"O.K." Hannah was probably too tired from all that steam bubbling over to put up more of a fight.

I heard the bathroom door open and close, but sat in my stall for another minute, just to be sure. As I opened my stall door, I let that whole conversation soak into my brain.

I looked in the mirror at my reflection. Other than the red, blotchy skin I get after crying I was still the same person. Same black hair, same dark eyes, same curvy body covered by a baggy UCLA sweatshirt and too-tight ripped black skinny jeans.

Weird, I thought.

I felt disoriented, almost like my mind and body were seperated, but why?

I kept thinking back to the conversation, wondering what the two most popular girls in school had been so worried about. It didn't make any sense.

I washed my face, careful not to ruin my emo-like make up. Then I waited, silently, drowned in my thoughts until the bell rang once again.

I scurried out of the bathroom door back into that sea of goldfish, only this time I felt like a catfish, maybe different on the outside, but somehow connected to these harmless other creatures.

I saw Hannah up ahead laughing with Sel, and I once again morphed into that out-of-place stingray, confused and alone, not part of anything.

Sorry for any mistakes and stupid metaphors, word choices, etc. Hopefully next chapter will be out in a week or so. R&R!! :))