Zak sat in his seat near the window and slipped a few books into the metal
rack beneath his desk. Then he straightened, stretching a little and
slumped his his small seat and stared at the front of the classroom. He
kept his blank expression, ignoring the laughter and talking and flirting
that went on all around him. He wasn't normal.they didn't except him.. best
he just acted like he wasn't even there and that there insults didn't phase
him.
His thoughts drifted back to Sophie.-I shouldn't have been so mean to her. Even if she was only talking to me out of pity-He mentally sighed. The teen thought back to when he was in first grade.sitting on the swings on the playground..
"Why do you always wear those dirty clothes?" Leah questioned.
The small silver haired boy shrugged his shoulder and blinked while pushing off with his feet a little on his swing.
"Why don't you ever talk? Why don't you ever smile? You look sad.. Are you sad?"
"I'm not sad.a lot of people ask that." Zal replied, looking down at his feet.
"Oh, sorry." She replied quickly in her light voice. Strands of Leah's bluish black hair drifted around her face and her small dotted dress ruffled with the light wind.
Blushing a little, he eyed her," You shouldn't say you're sorry when you aren't," He murmured, reading her thoughts.
"Huh?" Leah's large green eyes blinked.
Zak shrugged again, looking back down at the warm brown dirt and kicking at it lightly, making lines in the sand. He didn't want to tell her.mommy said not to tell. She would hit him again if he told and they would have to go away again.. He didn't want any of that and he hesitantly looked back into Leah's curious eyes.
"What, can you like read minds?" She asked excitedly. Staring at her, Zak repeated over and over to himself that he shouldn't tell, shouldn't give it away. But he trusted her already.she was being kind to him..Kinder than any of the other kids had ever been to him. Maybe she would be his friend..
"Yes."
"Oh right, just like you didn't color your hair. You couldn'ta been born with that hair!" The Leah's friend sniffed, walking up behind her.
Scowling, Zak just stared back down at his worn shoes, realizing that it had been a mistake telling her, and now the secret was out.
"Come on Leah, let's go play on the slide."The girl whined, tugging on Leah's arm.
Leah smiled at Zak," See you later! My name's Leah!" She waved and ran away with her friend towards the slide.
OF course, now Leah was dead. The one girl that had noticed and talked to Zak was killed in a car accident a year before. Sophie was just another Leah, and would likely die soon for her kindness.for her trusting.just like Leah had.
His thoughts drifted back to Sophie.-I shouldn't have been so mean to her. Even if she was only talking to me out of pity-He mentally sighed. The teen thought back to when he was in first grade.sitting on the swings on the playground..
"Why do you always wear those dirty clothes?" Leah questioned.
The small silver haired boy shrugged his shoulder and blinked while pushing off with his feet a little on his swing.
"Why don't you ever talk? Why don't you ever smile? You look sad.. Are you sad?"
"I'm not sad.a lot of people ask that." Zal replied, looking down at his feet.
"Oh, sorry." She replied quickly in her light voice. Strands of Leah's bluish black hair drifted around her face and her small dotted dress ruffled with the light wind.
Blushing a little, he eyed her," You shouldn't say you're sorry when you aren't," He murmured, reading her thoughts.
"Huh?" Leah's large green eyes blinked.
Zak shrugged again, looking back down at the warm brown dirt and kicking at it lightly, making lines in the sand. He didn't want to tell her.mommy said not to tell. She would hit him again if he told and they would have to go away again.. He didn't want any of that and he hesitantly looked back into Leah's curious eyes.
"What, can you like read minds?" She asked excitedly. Staring at her, Zak repeated over and over to himself that he shouldn't tell, shouldn't give it away. But he trusted her already.she was being kind to him..Kinder than any of the other kids had ever been to him. Maybe she would be his friend..
"Yes."
"Oh right, just like you didn't color your hair. You couldn'ta been born with that hair!" The Leah's friend sniffed, walking up behind her.
Scowling, Zak just stared back down at his worn shoes, realizing that it had been a mistake telling her, and now the secret was out.
"Come on Leah, let's go play on the slide."The girl whined, tugging on Leah's arm.
Leah smiled at Zak," See you later! My name's Leah!" She waved and ran away with her friend towards the slide.
OF course, now Leah was dead. The one girl that had noticed and talked to Zak was killed in a car accident a year before. Sophie was just another Leah, and would likely die soon for her kindness.for her trusting.just like Leah had.