Story of My Life

This is the story of a girl. Not just any girl. A girl with special power. Not super powers like in comic books, but a power that seemed to come from within. It was almost like she could control everything. Not in a sense of moving a table across the room with her mind, but more like a control over how everything planned out. It sounds ridiculous to you and I, but it was real. How else could you explain her perfect boyfriend, loyal friends, supportive family, stunning beauty, endless kindness, decent grades, and still all the time in the world to hangout and do activities she loved. It was definitely a power. She left an impression on the people she encountered. Grace and innocence and mystery was constantly in her wake. She was youth. She was beauty. She was-

"Hazel," Mr. Garcia said, rudely interrupting my day dream. "Hazel do you know the answer?"

"Uhh," I stuttered blankly. "I, uh, I..."

"The answer to number fifteen." He sounded much less pleasant that time. Crap. Fifteen? I didn't know we were that far. I looked down at my paper completely filled with meaningless doodles and random words that I had copied down just because I liked the way they looked when I wrote them. One of those weird quirks I had. Was I even on the right page? Looking up at the board, I noticed I was 4 pages behind the class. Oops. Flipping through the math book as awkwardly as humanly possible, I started to sound like I was speaking Gibberish.

"Um...nine ab squared?" Obviously that wasn't right. We weren't even doing polynomials...at least...I think that was a polynomial...

"No, that is incorrect." He almost seemed to smirk as he said it. Like that was the best part of his sick job. "Can anyone help Hazel on this problem?" Oh yeah, like that was necessary. Make it sound like I have a mental disability and need help on...you know, whatever we were doing. I never paid attention in Mr. G's class, and he knew it. I hate that teachers do that. It's like they watch you intensely watch you just to catch that moment when you aren't paying attention. Just to embarrass you in front of everyone. Almost the entire class shot their hands up like the students had freaking firecrackers stored under their desk. "Yes, Melissa!"

"Positive negative seven," she said with a way too cheery voice. It sicked me how perfect she was. Flowing hair, small waist, tan skin, long and thick eyelashes...it was revolting.

"Correct!" Nooo, really! I wouldn't DREAM of Little Miss Perfection getting an answer WRONG!

*riiiiiiiing* Finally! shoving my math book and paper into my backpack, I leaped out of my chair, not even bothering to zip it closed. As long as I could get out of there as soon as possible.

"Hazel," Mr. G called. Great, what NOW. Groaning under my breath I turned around to face my teacher. "You left your pencil." I honestly hadn't even noticed.

"Thanks," I replied, and took off.

Pushing my way through the crowd, I finally made it to the front of the school where my one true friend at this entire dang school awaited.

"Hey, Haze. How was your day?"

"Just PEACHY," I replied with as much sarcastic emphasis as I could.

"Mr. G again? What'd he do, show your doodles to the class like last week?"

This is why I liked Kevin. He always knew what was up. and never pushed it too far. Pretty much the reason he and I were friends. You know, that and the fact that we were pretty much the same person. We used to joke that we were separated twins. We were born on the same day, afterall.

"Nah. I mean yeah, he's still calling me out in class, but it's not just him. Just life in general."

"I get that. Hey, what do you say we hang at Walmart later today?" I rolled my eyes. He knew I hated Walmart, and always teased me about it.

"Can't. Homework and missing assignments. Then chores. Then I have to clean my room. Then I have to-"

"I get it! Geez, when do you ever just get free time?"

"According to my mom, all the time."

"Well...looks like you're screwed."

"Pff, when am I not?"

Just then we heard a car honk. We both looked over to see Jennifer, Kevin's mom, waiting in her car.

"I gotta go. I'll see you later, Haze!"

"Bye," I said waving to Jennifer and Kevin as they drove off.