Late last night I figured out that I wanted to write about Paul imprinting on a girl named Annalisa. Annalisa is one of my favorite creations because she has a special power that will be introduced in this chapter. I know it's not the right girl but I love using my own imprints so sorry :) Enjoy this one like you did my other please.
The rain was beating down on the classroom window softly. Many of us were dozing off from the teachers boring presentation about the great depression but I was wide awake with my nose in a dream book. I stole it from the town bookstore a few days back and now was the perfect time to read it. For the last few nights I've been having reoccurring nightmares about a strange man ripping me to shreds and I'm about damn sick of it. The man had these glowing red eyes and these long dirty finger nails that would pull me limb by limb.
My long curly black hair fell in front of my pale face when I moved positions. I stuck out in this town because I was so pale. But that wasn't my fault, not at the least bit, I blame my drunkard mother. She was the one who moved into the wrong town. She knew for a fact many people wouldn't accept us but she did it anyways. I guess thats why she stays in her room locked up all day and night on one thing or another. I shook my thoughts out of my head and made my brown eyes move faster across the pages.
Lunch was next period and I knew I couldn't step foot into the cafeteria without getting made fun of. Up here the only friend I did have was a girl named Lucy but then she moved to the town over. I flipped through a few more pages before I felt a tap on my shoulder. I growled inward and shook my head ignoring whoever sat behind me. I knew it was probably just someone wanting to poke fun at me and I was in no mood right now.
"Annalisa," I heard a deep voice say behind me. I closed me eyes and thought about turning around. The person did call me by my name which was not very common so of course I turned around. Paul Smith stared at me with wide chocolate eyes and his jaw was hanging down. I bit my lip waiting for him to talk but he never did so I turned back around a bit angry at myself for even giving him the time of day.
"Annalisa," he said again but this time he had said it loud enough that a few people sitting around us turned towards us. I hated attention so I ducked to look through my bag. When they turned back to whatever they were doing I sat up and flipped a page.
"Annalisa," he said my name again but this time using his full voice. Everyone turned around or woke up, even the teacher stopped talking.
"Mr. Smith, Ms. Gomez, is there a problem?" Mr. Edwards asked us in his monotone voice. I shook my head not feeling like getting in trouble. He turned back around to the board when the bell rang. I jumped up and picked up my bag and was the first person out of the door. The hallways were still clear as I ran down the hall as fast I could in ballet flats. I turned the corner to go to my locker and I started moving around people. One good thing about being short was it was easier to move in the halls.
My locker was in the English section, my favorite class. I fiddled with my chunky lock praying that it would open on the first try. Thankfully it did it was being kind to me today. I put my blue binder away with no notes taken down in it. I laughed at the thought that I pass all my classes with common sense. Why did everyone waste time writing notes and studying when it was all common sense, I never got it and I probably never will. With my dream book in hand I made my way to the cafeteria. The only table that was available was the table by the window. I didn't mind it because I loved watching the rain. It was beautiful to me.
I slid into my usual seat and opened my book to the page I left off on. But I couldn't concentrate with all the noise so I retreated to my next class in the math section. No one was in the room so I took a seat and cracked open my notebook. I looked at the clock biting my pen thinking about how I could easily transport home right now.
My mind traveled off after a few minutes of writing and writing so I transported back home. I saw my mom's door shut like always. I could smell the stale beer that was left on the counters and table all night so I threw them away thinking of how much money she wastes. I walk upstairs knowing I have thirty minutes to do as I please.
I rummaged around in my room to find my I-pod that disappeared late last night. I picked up my dirty clothes off the floor but nothing fell out of my pockets and I looked under the books that littered my desk. I bit my lip when I couldn't seem to place it and fell onto my bed.
The sheets smelled like Lysol and cigarettes. I snuggled into my dingy pillow and felt like I could stay there forever. Is that how my mom feels? My mind started to wonder back to my history class and wondered why Paul was acting so weird. He and I never spoke one word to each other since I got here. Although I wanted to yell at him a few times when he almost hit my car but I never did. He was way too big to pick a fight with.
I checked my clock and saw I only had a few minutes before the bell rang for sixth period. I sighed rolling my eyes and concentrated on transporting back into my math class. I sat up and pulled my hair back when I was settled into my seat again. I turned over my book and started to read again. This day needs to be over with and fast.