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Chapter 2
I left the building absorbed in my schedule. Excitement and nervousness rushed through me like a wave. First class, literature.
The parking lot had started to fill by the time I got out. I noticed most people had cars, not very new I might add, and my black motorbike stood out. Many students were staring as they passed by it on their way to class. I hadn't really thought that through. It rained all the time here, I had to get myself a car. And a job, the little voice in my mind added.
That was very much necessary considering the fact that I was posing as a nineteen year old, living all alone. I needed an income; people were going to start asking questions.
The story went as follows.
My parents had died in a tragic accident when I was 17 and I lived with my grandmother in Phoenix until recently she passed away too. Devastated by my parents sudden death I had dropped out of high school and got a job to support me and my grandmother. When I lost her too ,all I wanted was to get out of town, so on an impulse I had bought this bargain of a house on the other side of the country with the money I had inherited and decided to finish my education.
Yeah, I know the last bit was a bit dramatic but I couldn't come up with a better excuse. An honestly I didn't have to because people's gossip would fill the gaps for me.
Of course none of it was true.
Well, except for the death of my parents, but that was literally ages ago.
I started moving towards building 3.
How extraordinary! I thought. Mundane, everyday conversations went on around me. Some were talking quietly about me, looking at me when they thought I wasn't looking. Lowering my head, I smiled to myself.
Even their thoughts when someone passed me were instantly curious, to return seconds later on more important questions like "what should I wear to prom" coming from a brown-headed girl, "life is so unfair, I hate my parents!"coming from someone who had obviously had a very nasty morning fight and the occasional "I don't understand a thing, I'll fail the test next week" from several people around me.
I reached building 3 and hung my coat outside the class, following the example of two girls before me. The professor was a tall middle-aged man, a sign on the desk read "Mr. Mason". When I said my name, he nodded, welcomed me indifferently and handed me a paper with the books of the semester on it.
Not surprisingly so, I had read them all.
By lunchtime, my nervousness had quite subsided. I was actually beginning to feel comfortable (surprising, I know) with both my classes and the number of unknown people approaching me to introduce themselves. I was enjoying this.
A girl I met in Spanish class, Jessica, if I remembered correctly was walking me to the cafeteria.
My God, this girl wouldn't stop blabbering the whole way! Her way too wavy hair was bouncing a little as she moved, making faces and excessive gestures to accompany her words. She seemed to get excited pretty much with anything and all her reactions were over the top. At the moment she was grumbling about our Spanish teacher. Honestly, I couldn't keep up with her and I don't think she even noticed.
We sat on a table and she introduced me to a couple of her friends. This guy Eric I had met with in my literature class sat with us and he was having some very inappropriate thoughts about me that were making it hard to focus. I closed my eyes and took a breath. Trying to avoid him, I took my time to study the room around us.
And then I saw them.
My blood turned cold, my mind stopped working and I stood there frozen.
