I'm finding that it's way easier for me to write shorter chapters more often, rather than a long one less often. THey just turn out better that way........

Capitulo tres!( Chapter three)

I was hypnotized by him, and I almost fell under the former spell, that he was perfect, that he didn't do anything wrong. But I caught myself. I will not let that happen again.

"Hey," Zigzag said to me. He glanced around, and then his voice dropped to a whisper. "Is everything okay, with your dad and all?"

Oh, he did NOT just say that. Stop acting like you care! I've been trying my best to forget everything, now he brings it up again? Thanks a lot. "Why do you care?" I snap, almost lashing out at him. Before I could do anything, though, the dinner bell rang.

I stroll over to the table, not knowing what to expect. Will everyone treat me like, I don't know, an outcast? Will they accept me? Who knows. It hits me that this is exactly like my first day at my new school.

Loudness, all around me, screams, yells, and everything else. This is the moment I have always dreaded, being branded a loser on my first day in a strange place. I grip my lunch tightly, and walk, as if I have friends I'm going to sit by.

Five minutes later: I'm leaning on the side of the wall, pretending to make a call on my phone, while trying to hold back tears. The last thing I want is fore everyone to think I'm a crybaby. This is a nightmare.

"Hey!" Who was that? They're probably not calling for me, though. I've learned to expect the worst.

"Lucy!" Maybe they are yelling at me. The voice is coming from the way other end of the cafeteria. I smile, and walk towards it with a bounce in my step.

There's a boy sitting there; tall, with out-of-control blonde hair. A girl's right by him, scribbling something in a notebook.

"Um….hi?" I squeak out. Suddenly I'm nervous, self-conscious, and every other uncomfortable feeling in the world.

"Hey, Lucy," How does he know my name? "I'm Ricky; this is my twin sister, Jane." Gratefully, I sit down, and start to munch on the Cheetos I brought with me. Somehow, I know that they're not just being nice. Somehow, I know that we'll be good friends. Maybe more.

My heart burns at the memories. Why does everything remind me of him? I can't even say his name. Now, he's sitting right across from me, just like on that first day. I look downward. Suddenly, the food on my plate looks really interesting.

I need a distraction. "I'm not really hungry, does anyone want this bread?" I say. I give it to X-ray.

"You know, nobody's ever offered to give this up," X-ray says, gesturing to the bread. "You're not like everybody else."

You got that right.

I observe that everybody's just eating quietly, even Zigzag, who is normally a pretty talkative person. Or, rather, he was, I thought sadly. I realized that I didn't know anything about him anymore.

Two hours later, I'm in the tent, under the covers (trying very hard not to suffocate from the seemingly toxic fumes of the blanket. When was the last time they washed these?). My hand is cramping up from writing so fast, but I need to let it out.

"I used to think life was so simple. As usual, I was wrong. I'm losing control of everything I have ever known. Not to mention it was my worst nightmare to have Zigzag here. He's the only one who knows about my past. I used to think that I was going to start over here, and I can't do that anymore. He's a constant reminder of the past, and I can't take it. One day down, about eight million more to go."

I slide the notebook and pen under the bed, or rather, cot, and tell myself that I need to get some sleep. After all, I'll be digging tomorrow.

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