So…random though but has anyone noticed how much of a bitch alli is? I mean, she hangs out with clare and talks about how much she hates jenna. Then the next day, she's practically holding jenna's skirt while she pees. I mean, pick a side! I had a friend who did that once so maybe I just hate people like that but seriously?
Anyhoo…new chapter. I'm gonna work extra hard on this one so…here goes…
This school was the definition of cliché. We're talking quarterback is dating a blonde cheerleader and makes a touchdown-with-three-seconds-left-in-the-game cliché. The only thing that's missing is the rain falling while the two lovebirds share a long awaited kiss while sappy music plays in the background. Barf.
Seriously? Maybe I could be the kid that dies of cancer or something because I honestly don't know if I can handle this much cheese.
I sat in English class fixing my nails with a sharpie. Is sharpie poisonous? Maybe if I eat a sharpie I'll die. It's better than sitting here talking about letters. Please. The least Ms. Dawes could do is challenge me a little. It's too damn early to have to pay attention to this crap.
"Ms. Dawes, there must be some sort of mistake. I've never gotten a C. How did this happen?"
Little Clare sat behind me in this class. I ran over her glasses. I'm still expecting my 'thank you' note.
She was a sophomore taking grade 11 advanced English. Who does that? And she's upset over a C? Just get over it, honey.
Ms. Dawes justified the low mark, "Well, your earlier assignments had been divine, but lately you're writing has become distant, impersonal."
Wonder what's got her so distracted? My running over her glasses and charming the socks of her probably got her all in a tizzy.
The class all made hushed comments about the grade grubbing and laughed a little. Truthfully, I could care less. I thought it would end there, but oh no, she opened her mouth again and tried to earn some points back.
"I used complex sentence structure and advance vocabulary."
I rolled my eyes. Wow. Just give it up. I was impressed though. Anyone else would have never even spoken up let alone argued this far with a teacher.
"Yes, but your assignment didn't tell me anything about who you are. What you want. You can't hide behind vampire fiction forever." Ms. Dawes explained, again.
Back up, vampire fiction?
"I'm not hiding," she mumbled, but the way she said it made it so obvious she was hiding.
"Then prove it, to your writing partner," Ms. Dawes said, ending the discussion.
I felt stares burning holes in my head. I looked up to see Ms. Dawes looking expectantly at me. Oh god...
"Me?" I asked, unbelievingly. What a pair: the goth and the christain. It sounds like one of those 'a priest, a rabi, and a duck walk into a bar' jokes. I heard Clare shift around in her seat. This is what I was talking about before about minding my own business. Did I ask to be Clare's partner? No! I wasn't even looking at either Ms. Dawes or Clare. It's probably because I wear so much damn black. I stood out and Teach used me to get out of her argument. Great.
"Yeah, you," She sounded so fucking happy about the pairing, "You write well but you're a little wordy." Excuse me? "You and Clare will be editing each other's work this semester."
"Great," said the sad little voice behind me. Yup. She was stoked. "That'll be fun" Don't act as if you don't love it, Clarey. I guess it wouldn't be so bad. If she doesn't already think I'm a freak for running over her glasses. After I left she probably realized how pissed she was. But no death threats in my locker yet so maybe I'm in the clear.
"We may have a very special partnership on our hands people," Ms. Dawes gasped like she had witnessed the apocalypse, "like Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes"
Those two were married. So I guess I just married Clare. Hmm this might actually be fun.
"Sylvia Plath killed herself," Well, shit I guess I was the only one who thought way. And people say I obsessed over death. Don't worry Clarey, you'll grow to love me.
We walked to the door almost next to each other, but at the last minute I pushed ahead and brushed passed her, just to mess with her a bit. I looked back and saw her mouth gape open and give a little scoff of shock. I smirked in her direction, shook my head and walked passed her.
Oh yeah, this was going to be fun.
I think the reason I'm so disappointed after every chapter is because I can't stand the dialoged. It doesn't leave much room for my imagination to grow. So I think after this I'll write my own little eclare thingy.
Also the "clarey" thing wasn't a typo. The whole "blue eyes" and "clare bear" nicknames make me vomit. So I invented my own. And really, we've all seen the show. There is no way in hell Eli would call clare either of those nicknames.
