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Emperor of the World
a/n: I am writing this in class. Yes. Class.
July 28th, World History Classroom, 10:00 am
The teacher is saying something about an exam. I really hate exams. I cram and cram, but as soon as the page is in front of me everything evaporates and my mind is blank. Like there was actually never anything there at all.
Mush and Blink are playing hockey with a crumpled up piece of paper and using their hands as goals. When one of them scores he lets out a triumphant cry that sends the entire class looking our way. Eventually our teacher tells them to stop.
My sketchbook is still only barely full. The picture of the person is finished. He is a boy, about our age. He has medium eyes and dark hair. His skin is fair and his cheeks are hallowed. He is squinting upwards, like there is somethigjust out of reach that the viewer can't see, but wishes they could.
"Nice picture," Racetrack had said upon seeing it.
I shrugged. "I guess."
I'm not in a complementing mood. I don't want to be told I'm doing well, because obviously I'm doing something wrong. Skittery doesn't like me. Hell, he probably hates me. And Jade is running around screeching about bisexuality and the fact that it doesn't exist.
Maybe she's right. Maybe I've just been a closet gay all my damn life.
Boots' elbow bumps mine. "Sorry," he mutters, not pausing in his note-taking.
I open the sketchbook to a fresh page and look around the class. There is nothing to draw so I delve into my mind and try to break something out. I try very hard to think of something, anything that would be the least bit intereting. But I can't. There is nothing there. It is empty and foreign to me. I'm not used to be stuck for ideas. My mind has always acted like a well, one that sprouted and gave off millions of revelations.
The page is blank. It sits on my lap, tauntingly. I wish I had back my creativity. I wish I had back Skittery. Nothign is working out for me.
July 28th, The Cafeteria, 12:30 pm
When I see Jade again it is lunch time. We don't look at each other and she doesn't say anything about what happened the other night. She is eating salad with Italian dressing on it. I am eating a hamburger. Skittery isn't.
He is watching us. It's as if he knows, but then again, he always does. He seems to be able to tell what is going on without any questions and little observation. Skittery has a detector that can pick up our every thought and register it.
Medda sits down, grinning. "Guess what?" she squeals and, without waiting for an answer, continues, "There's an end of camp dance! Can you believe that there's only one week left?"
She looks sad. So does Isabel. Jade, as always, is indifferent and the guys attempt to lookconcerned.
"So, are you all going?" asks Medda after a while.
Racetrack shrugs. "I don't know. I wouldn't have anyone to go with."
I look at Skittery and he is looking at me.
Very quickly we look away.
End Chapter
Yeah, short, I know. I wrote it during class and am now finished. Once again I can't give shoutouts because I don't have time. Sorry!