Chapter Two: Part Two

That night, Ginny curled herself into a ball on her bed, her knees almost touching her chest but being blocked by a brown velvet book. Her diary. Kitty hadn't touched it. No one had. It was still safely in the bottom of her chest, hidden by all her cloths and other keepsakes she kept there, and untouched. When she opened it, she first thought of just reading her last couple of entries. Maybe that way she could try to sort some kind of emotion out to make her feel better.

There was something pulling at her soul, weighing it down and making her feel all sorts of exposure. It was odd for her to feel like this, and it made her feel weak.

She read the diary's contents, scanning certain pages for useful information. Everything was typical. Usually Ginny didn't have much to write about; maybe something she ate that day and really liked or a really good class or danger room session. Nothing close to showing big emotion. Then she turned to the pages that she had marked with a pink ribbon. The following pages where ones where she had written about John. When they started to go out. Cute things he had told her throughout the day. The way she got goose bumps when he would hold her hand. One specific emotion. Love.

Or something resembling it.

She let the book slid to the floor as she raised her hands above her head and let her body go limp. There was just something wrong, and she didn't know what.

Just as she had thought of giving up, Ginny stood and moved to turn on her stereo. She accidentally kicked the diary when her feet made contact with the floor, sending it sailing into the wall. Now the corner of a folded legal-sized paper poked out from the back fold. Curious, she finished selecting the track she wanted then opened the note.

oOoOoOo

Warren heard the familiar pulsations of a bass coming from a stereo. It was still early enough for everyone to be up, but most of the time the kids on this floor would be visiting their friends in their rooms or downstairs trying to entertain themselves. Even the ones who did stay in their rooms never blasted music. At one point, he could even make out some lyrics.

(a) Whose eyes am I behind
I don't recognize anything that I see
Whose skin is this design

I don't want this to be the way that you see me

He pulled a shirt on and slowly made his way down the hall, his ears prickling at the sound. The music continued:

I don't understand anything anymore
In this world that I'm tired of
Is taking me right up these walls
That I climb up
To get to your story
It's anything but ordinary

And when the world is on its knees with me its fine
And when I come to the rescue I get nothing but left behind
Everybody seems to be getting what they need with mine
'Cause your what I need so very but im anything but ordinary

It was coming from the vacant teacher's suite. Or at least he thought it was empty. Now he wasn't quite so sure.

Coming close to the door, he noticed that it was cracked open. A girl sat on the bed, her feet wiggling on the floor as she concentrated on a piece of paper in her hands.

Can you save me from this world of mine
Before I get myself arrested with this expectation
You are the one look what you've done
What have you done?
This is not some kind of joke
You're just a kid
You weren't ready for what you did

And when the world is on its knees with me its fine
And when I come to the rescue I do it for you time after time
Everybody seems to be getting what they need with mine
'Cause you what I need so very but im anything but ordinary

He studied her, cocking his head in the inquisitive way he had become accustomed to. Her green eyes shimmered, although they were worn from lack of sleep. Lines creased across her forehead as tears started draining from her eyes the farther she read down the paper. She seemed rough around the edges, her chiseled facial features making her seem somewhat regal and poised. But the tears she was crying were real. They made her humble, and only accentuated her thin features. Almost too thin, like she had been starved, but muscles showed through her skin as her arms encircled her knees and her hand enveloped her face. A healthy starvation? Is there such a thing? Her skin was white - tinted pale - as her tanktop almost blending in around her shoulder and chest line.

The final words of the song finally hit him as she began to wipe her eyes.

I think im trying to save the world from you
You've been saving me too
We could just stay in and save each other

Im anything but ordinary
(ordinary)
Im anything but ordinary
(ordinary)

He found himself rapping on the door with his knuckles. Pushing the door open after forcing the knock, he watched her, now swollen, red, face snap up and meet his. "Are you alright?"

She continued to clean herself up until the puffiness was gone, then proceeded to indulge him. "I'm fine. Can I help you?" He watched her glide across the floor with a grace he had never witnessed.

"I heard the music and I was just curious... Are you sure you're okay?"

She nodded, choking everything back until it was bottled deep down again. "Sorry about that. I guess I just got used to no one else being around. I never really had anyone to bother..."

"It's wasn't a bother," he corrected, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, "just wasn't something I'm used to hearing. I'm kind of new here, though. I never really knew that someone had this room. Are you a teacher?" He felt himself rambling while giving her another once over.

She squinted her eyes at him, slightly turning her head away from him. She was judging him, too. "No..."

Now he just felt stupid. He had gone on, talking fast then slowing down when he realized he was talking fast, and she had answered him in only one question. Playing the fool, he smirked at her then turned to go back to his room.

"You're Warren, aren't you?" She felt a prickling sensation run up and down her spine.

He stopped in his tracks, rolling on his heels until she was in his line of sight again. "How did you know?"

"You took my room." Surprisingly, there was nothing to the words. No malice, which is what she thought would come out. "Nice wings by the way." That even sounded gleeful. What the hell was going on?

Confuzzled(b) and a bit annoyed, Ginny was the one who returned to her room first. First, she slapped the stereo off, then slid under her blankets and hoped for sleep to come.


(a) Ordinary by Train... really great song that i was listening to while writing this...so... i decided to incorporate it!

(b) the word i use to combine 'confused' and 'flustered' .