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I walked to English to see Mrs. Brown writing on the dry erase board. She was a pretty cool teacher, when you aren't on her bad side, like I am frequently. I've had many unfortunate things happen to get me into trouble ranging from passing notes to a random outburst or two. I took my assigned seat in the middle of the classroom and set my stuff down.

After a couple of minutes I turned on my ipod and started to stare blankly at the wall thinking about my mother's and my pasts'. I mouthed along with the words to "you're the one that I want" from 'Grease' while thinking.

My mother lived in a small town in Washington, she never told me the name so I never asked, and that's where she got raped. It seams kind of ironic for the police chief's daughter to get raped, let alone pregnant because of the rape, but she became ashamed and ran away. She moved here shortly after changing her last name so we could live a new life. I was born on June 5, 2010 and a now 17. I was named Elizabeth Renee Reel taking my mother's last name.

Her name is Isabella Marie Reel. Our past is kind of a touchy subject so I refrain from bringing it up. Sometimes I sneak into her room late at night to here her saying either "Stay please stay," or "No!!! Go away,", but I just go back into my room and pray she is alright along with my nightly prayer of wishing that her clumsiness doesn't get her fired from her waitress job.

I was ripped from my recollections as I heard Mrs. Brown talking to a new student.

"We only have one open seat so you can park it there." She said pointing to the seat next to me. I doubt he saw me looking at him because I have acquired over the years the skill of looking out of the corner of my eye and nobody can tell.

He mumbled a quick 'thank you' and came over here. He was tall, had bronze colored hair that really accented his butterscotch eyes. I looked away and started thinking of my past again; only to be interrupted by the feeling someone was watching me. I looked over to the new student and sure enough he was staring at me.

"What?" I asked. I wasn't trying to be mean, I just wanted to know but I bet you my tone betrayed my intentions.

"Nothing." He said turning to look at the board. He was pretending to pay attention to the lecture but it was obvious he was not paying attention, at least obvious to an over attentive person like me.

I again looked back to the wall only to be interrupted yet again.

"Detention Ms. Reel!" Mrs. Brown said while pulling my ear plugs out of my ears. I was so scared I nearly jumped out of my seat. I just huffed, crossed my arms over my chest, and started staring down all of the people who were still looking at me. I quickly became bored so I thought I should introduce myself to the new student.

"Hey, I'm Eliza." I whispered so quietly I almost thought he didn't hear.

"Hello, I'm Edward." He said while using his hand to cover his mouth so the teacher didn't see.

I had the sudden urge to draw so I reached into my backpack and pulled out my old torn sketch book and flipped to an already cluttered page that was filled with drawings. I started to finish drawing a heart with a rose going through it. (if you look on klutz122's page there icon is this...i remembered seeing this picture but i forgot who's it was so i didnt credit it... i am now!!!)

"Will you please tell me about that one?" he said pointing to a picture f a couple in a warm and loving embrace. It was one of my favorites and I chose not to be modest in explaining it because it was also my best.

"I drew that yesterday," I said shrugging my shoulders," I don't know who they are; I saw them in one of my dreams." I said. I immediately got a far away look on my face as if concentrating on something hard.

I loved this part of explaining because it normally freaked people out but he just stared harder at the page until his face got an indescribable look, but you could almost see the gears clicking in his head as he figured something out.

"Can I see the rest of your drawings?" he asked, visibly calmed down. I slowly handed him the book.

He started flipping through the pages calmly at first, but then each turn got progressively faster, and faster, to a point where I thought he was going to rip it. I finally got fed up.

"Okay, okay I get it you don't like the drawings but you don't need to kill my sketch book!" I said chuckling.

He apologized quickly and then the bell rang. I slowly gathered my things and stepped out of the door saying bye to Mrs. B. I walked half way to French before I met up with Sam. She babbled on about how we have to run a 2-mile in P today and I pretended to listen until we walked into the classroom.

I saw Ms. Chlebell slouching over her desk and all of the male student population was staring at her over exposed breasts coming out of the top of her tight red shirt. She was also wearing a short black skirt that her waist length black hair was almost longer than. This was going to be a long Monday!

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