If you wish to see a disclaimer refer to chappie one, Freakin' Faeries, if not enjoy!

Screaming at Sound

Today has not been good.

Everything seemed like it was going to be normal, I got up, got dressed and went to school. I should've faked sick and stayed in bed.

The first thing that happened, the coffee pot broke, so I decided to a pick up coffee at a gas station.

Bad, but not horrible right?

Its gets worse. Upon entering the school parking lot, Jeffrey, the petulant jock, decides he's going to stop in the middle of the lane and b.s. with one of his rather insufferable cheerleader friends, once again, manageable, then.

Oh then, once I get parked, they decide to talk to me. Whilst, WHILST I'm trying to finish my algebra homework, needless to say, I told them to go shove it, that I wasn't having a good day and I didn't need them making it worse.

I want to go home and curl up in a ball.

I glare at everyone, while taking my seat in Lit, hoping, hoping that Mrs. Jones' lesson will cheer me up.

Mrs. Jones is out sick.

Some one is going to die.

I close my eyes as I listen to the substitute blather on about some obscure fact from Elizabethan history. It seems that some unseen force has decided to make me the object of their hatred and rain down bad luck and petulance on me.

I trudge from Lit to my drama class, drama; they could make my life into a soap and make millions.

We are studying Hamlet, and my teacher, Mr. Olasar, has us pair up and chose a scene that we would like to act out. Fortunately, the only person who doesn't have a partner is a quiet girl named Janie.

"Hi, I'll be your partner" I offer, trying to be nice and not unleash my wrath on this poor unsuspecting girl.

"Thanks" she replied quietly.

We focus on the opening scene, and she chooses to speak for one of the guards, I choose to speak the part for Hamlet's dead father. Our work with the scene goes pretty well, both of us are rather mediocre when it comes to our acting skills so neither of us mind when the other messes up a line.

Mr. Olasar calls the classes attention as the class come to an end, telling us that we will be working on these scenes for the rest of the week, and that on Monday we are expected to act them out in front of the class.

I make the -_- face at that, and Janie laughed, I smiled. "So, umm do you want to sit with me at lunch today?" she offers "yes, please" I reply. I realize then that I've made my first friend, which was kinda nice.

"So," she starts "how come Aislinn. Donia, and Seth follow you around so much, I don't mean to pry but it just seems like you don't really like them but they like you"

"Do you want the truth?" I ask, she gives me a look.

"Ummm, I don't really know, I usually just ignore them." I lied lightly, knowing that if I told her the truth she'd think I was bonkers.

"Oh, okay" she replied, and we lapsed into a comfortable silence. "I'll see you at lunch" she promised when the bell rang, I smiled and nodded.

Maybe today wouldn't be so bad.

Wrong.

My brief enjoyment was interrupted, for when I stepped into the locker room, Brianne stood next to the doorway, wearing her usual look meant for me, disdain.

I ignored her and put on my uniform; a white tee shirt and a pair of black sports shorts with blue stripes on them. The school colors were blue and white.

I pulled my long hair into a ponytail, when she opened her mouth "hey, freak chick" my new nickname "why don't you move back where you came from" I'd heard worse.

I used my usual method for dealing with people like Brianne, I ignored her. I was going to continue that method, as I headed into the gym, until she grabbed my arm.

"I don't know what's your problem, but you better knock it off," she then proceeded to call me an expletive. I was already having a bad day, my reaction couldn't be helped.

I punched her.

Right in the nose too. It started gushing blood and she started crying. I had no idea what to do, so I just walked away.

Of course, things couldn't just go on after that, because the moment I start to walk out, the teacher Mrs. Creener, walked in.

A trip to the principal's office followed; where Brianne rather exaggeratedly told the principal how she was just getting ready when I randomly punched her and that all she ever did was try to be nice to me.

I then told him that she was lying and it was quite the other way around that I was getting ready when she bothered me. Apparently, since it came down to a she-said she-said, we both got in trouble.

Of course only my dad got called, seeing as hers was on the school board, which was just great, let me tell you, to have to explain to your dad that you only punched her because she grabbed you.

Thankfully, my dad believed me, but pretended not to for show. How do you know that? You must be asking me at this very moment. I know this because at the end of the fiasco he winked at me, which always means 'I believe you'.

At the end of the ordeal, I just had a day of after-school, which wasn't bad.

I didn't chance my luck and venture the thought that things would get better. Instead, I rejoiced that the event had taken two classes in time, which meant I was free to go to lunch. I smiled when I saw Janie and walked over to her table. I had been bringing my lunch for the past few days, and today was no different.

I pulled out my salad of mixed greens and assorted fruits, once I had emptied the packets of Italian I usually carried onto it I asked Janie how her classes went.

Of course, someone up there was trying to kill me, or at least what little patience I had left.

They decided to sit next to us.

Someone kill me.

Jamie noted my distress and did one of the sweetest things almost anyone has ever done for me, "wanna hit the café?" she asked, knowing I'd say yes. I nodded, covered my salad and we left.

The café is a little coffee and book shop across from the school; students were allowed to go there during their lunch hour. I'd wanted to go there but hadn't wanted to go alone.

"Thanks for back there" I said as we walked in, "no problem" she replied with a smile, "I saw how uncomfortable they made you and figured you'd like to go somewhere else" I smiled in reply.

Once we had sat down and got some coffee ordered, we talked, and talked and talked and talked. It was so normal, like I hadn't had to leave because of faeries, like I hadn't been forced to move because I was being stalked by the supernatural.

It was great.