Chapter 2
After a long and pointless day of school I'm finally free I then go to my broken down locker to put some bricks into it. I guess my locker partner has already been here. Grace seems nice, quiet and neat. Today was so stupid; I'm just in a school of idiots. I go to turn to close my locker and there he is walking in slow motion? What? Slow motion? This is getting creepy. This angel is coming towards me. He stops before my locker and opens his. He smells so good, and he is my neighbor! No fcking way. I must be dreaming.
"Hey" he smiles.
I look around to see if there is anyone else around. "Hi?"
He gives me a smile," So you're in my English class. Can you believe the work load the old bag has given us?"
"Ugh". Why can't I say anything, I sound so stupid. "…Well I really don't have a life and writing is a passion of mine, but I hate how we have to talk about ourselves, and then present them to the class."
He gives a small chuckle, "Yeah I know what you mean. Its hard to say who you are and not sound so, um, conceded. Not to brag but I'm the reason that our football team makes it all the way."
That wasn't conceded at all. "That wasn't conceded at all. You know you football players think you're all that just because you can run with a ball in your hands. Ugh!" I slam my locker door and I turn to walk away.
"Well at least I don't look at the world like it's all doom and gloom 24/7!"
"You have no idea what kind of sht I've been thought and you cant assume that my life is all that its cracked up to be, you have no fcking clue who I am or what my past is."
He just looks at me. Say something, anything.
"You're right I don't, and you know what's also true, you don't know a fcking thing about me", he says as he slams his locker closed and heads out of the school.
Great not only does he think of me as a bitch but as a person who hates life. I love life, I just hate that my mom died. I sigh out loud and head outside and begin to walk home. The clouds turning grayish and a few drops begin to fall. I sigh, "Well this weather is really helping my mood." I walk home and it pours as soon as I reach my street. Running as fast as I can, I still get soaked.
Crawling up to my room, shaking because of the cold rain I take off my clothes and find some warm pjs and put them on. I turn to my computer and open up Microsoft word to start my English work.
Who am I, what is my story? This is impossible I have no idea who I am. I guess I could write that. Who I really am that will still scare people and tell them to leave me alone? I guess I could write about how I was born and my mom died. No, I don't want people to read that… ugh I wish this was easier.
I start typing on my computer and I finish my paper in about an hour. No too bad if I say so myself. Two pages double space, on "Who I am" Ugh I don't want to share it with the class.
The door bell rings, sighing I get up and I walk downstairs slowly. The person seems to be in a rush, so ill go extra slow. After about a minute I get to the door, opening it and there he is my angel.
"Um hello," I say in a questioning way.
"Look Raven? I'm sorry it wasn't right for me to yell at you or anything like that, Deanna, that girl who I was with earlier today, well I caught her cheating on me with the coach. I guess I took my anger out on you and I felt really bad."
"I guess you're different from all the other guys in our school. I don't think anyone has ever apologized to me. I'm sorry too; I shouldn't have said those things either." I smile as I see him blush. "Why are you blushing?"
"I've never seen you looking cute, or in tighter clothes, you have a great body." He smiles and puts his hand on my waist.
"Can you not do that, it's weird. I-I just don't really like being touched."
"Raven, I like you. I know it's weird, we come from two different worlds and all."
"Steve, we come from the same world."
He smiles, "Well that's one way to look at it. Can I kiss you?"
"What?"
"Let me kiss you".
"Okay".
He leans in, his lips an inch away from mine. Oh boy this is really going to happen!
"Honey wake up! Dinner's here." My dad is shaking my shoulder, I fell asleep.
"I'm up, I'm up. I'll be down in a minute." I say as I look up at the screen, my paper is already done being typed, with a few letters more then needs to be. Must have typed that when my head fell onto my key board. I delete the extra on my paper and I print out a copy. I head down for dinner kind of sad. It was all a dream. Damn. I was really hoping it was real. I get into the kitchen and I smell fast food. Gross.
"I know you don't like fast food so I picked up some vegetarian sushi for you and it's in the fridge." My dad smiles as he hands me chop sticks.
"Thanks dad." I sigh.
"How was your first day of school?"
"Dumb"
He laughs and we sit down and eat silently.
Why did it have to be a damn dream? I really wanted it to be real. It felt so real.
"Dad, I'm wicked tired. I think I'll just go to bed."
"Alright honey, I love you. Sleep well."
"I love you too, night."
I walk upstairs and get into a nice warm shower. I wish he really did touch me or even thought of me that way. I really do. My dream was right though, we do come from different worlds. Yet again we are from the same world. I get out, run a comb through my tangled hair, get into my pjs and take a nice long look at my body. I have too many curves, but I bet guys like that. I'm too skinny; yet again who likes a pig, well I guess some guys would. I'm gross anyway. Sighing as I turn off the light and crawl into my nice warm bed.