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(MY LAWYER) Keep going…
(ME) idon'towninuyashaortheplotofscribblerofdreams (gasping for air)
(MY LAWYER) Good, Here's a pair of shoes.
(ME) Shoes……….well on with the story.
Loving the EnemyChapter 2: First Day at Hell
Before I put the car in park Sota was sprinting to the door. I can't say I blame him really. Our old rusty Buick came rambling into the student parking lot like some old piece of thrash against all of the shiny jeeps and beamers that lined the lot. Shikon High was so preppy it was pathetic.
"Hey Sota, Wait." I yelled. "Don't forget that you take the bus home! You do know which one to take?"
He mumbled something and waved as he ran to meet up with what I presume his friends. He'd be okay; he actually had friends at this sad excuse for a school. But me? I had refused to go to the orientation with Sota thinking that there might be a reprieve from this whole ordeal, but the reprieve never came, now I had to find my way around this sprawling campus. I pulled out a crumpled piece of paper that held my schedule and map from my pack.
1.AP EngRm 512Maccaso
2.AP CalcRm 213Morsette
3.AP BioRm 16AGreer
4.AP GovtRm 825Mailey
LUNCH
5. Srvy Hist/ CulRm 520Ames
I only had to take five classes because I already had so many credits. One class after lunch, then I was done for the day. That's why Sota had to take the bus home, but I knew that he didn't mind. He would rather talk with his friends then with me anyway.
I rotated the map trying to make sense of its lay out. There didn't seem to be any logic to it's numbering. There were so many rooms. I couldn't even find the 500's on the map. St. Michaels Academy was never like this. I really missed its small size.
Students rushed past me, all knowing where their first class of the year started. Nearly four thousand of them. How could a school be so big? I got pulled into the swarm of chattering faces, but none chattered with me. I might as well been invisible. I searched for numbers on the sides of the doors but there was none. A knot started to form in my throat as I continued to search for anything familiar. The crowds where beginning to thin as more and more students found their classes. I studied the map again hoping that there was something that I missed, but alas there was nothing but numbering that made no sense.
Brrring!
I looked up from the map, the halls, lawns-they were all empty.
God, what was I doing here! I hated this school. I hated the Takahashi's. I fought the panic and tears from rising. I resisted my muscles from sprinting back into my car and taking off before it was to late.
I jump at a tap on my shoulder and spun around.
"Lets have a look." A human being was actually talking to me.
She handed back my schedule after looking up from it a few times.
"Five-twelve. Right behind you. It's that room right there." The woman smiled then turned around and left. I mumbled a thank you and quickly walked into my class. I thought the worst was behind me, but I was wrong. When I entered the already seated classroom and walked to my seat every eye was upon me, watching me. Scrutinizing the way I walked, the way I wore my hair, the way I clumsily sat in the only empty chair. The way I fumbled for a pencil. The way I tried to sit up straight, tried to slouch, tried to be invisible.
Every class was the same. I was an outsider- the one who was different from everyone else. I cringed each time the teacher would call roll-announced that I Kagome Nakamura existed, occupied that seat. Daughter of a Takahashi killer. But no one noticed cause wasn't Nakamura a name that was splash across the nightly news for endless months. Mother's plan was working thought it still didn't bring me any comfort.
It seemed for the rest of the day I was dropping pencils, sitting in the wrong seat, passing papers the wrong way. I was not one of them. I would never be.
Like I said I was the outsider, the glitch with the finely tuned machine of students that knew each other, who worked with each other, who told secrets with each other for years. When the fourth period bell finally rang I was the first one out of the door. I breathed in deeply like I was struggling underwater for hours.
I had only taken a few steps down the hallway when I heard a whistle and a "Yeah!" I turned and two boys who looked like bookends; Black shorts, white T-shirts, long hair with their hats on backwards where grinning at me. My face burned, a wave of heat raced across my chest. My mind was racing. Where they flirting, making fun of me? I didn't know. God, I was so out of step. I awkwardly turned and hurried away. I had to find a quiet place. A place to be alone and think.
I couldn't go sit in my car. The September heat was already making the black asphalt start to squiggle back and forth. I started down a walkway not knowing to where it might lead. All I knew was that it was the opposite direction of where most of the groups were heading. A group of laughing girls bumped into me as they passed. Not even caring to look back. Flipping their hair back while their relaxed laughter filled the air. They seemed shallow, self-absorbed, with their prefect hair, and prefect white teeth. But I still couldn't help my self to feel a little bit jealous.
At the far end of the campus I found an isolated shady courtyard that bordered a small hill. I sat down on the single picnic table. I was as far away as I could get from the loud, noisy lunch line and the strolling swarms. I was alone. Perfect.
I briefly thought about what mom and Sota had said to me earlier this morning. But they didn't understand that writing in my journal was a way to get my feeling out, to write about how I feel.
A dread, a dream. Often nothing at all, but a glimpse into my consciousness, it's something that I can grasp with my mind, but I can slow it down and trap it on paper. Some people play soccer, and some jog so why can I write?
I pulled out my journal from my backpack along with the apple and a water bottle. I closed my eyes. I was silent except for the occasional robin chirping or the yelling of people in the distance. My heat started to slow down, my shoulder relaxed. I was now calm. I half opened my eyes to write
My half open eyes shot open and I clutch my journal to my chest. I wasn't alone anymore. Twenty feet in front of me under a tree on the hill was a boy. He was lying down with his eyes closed and his head laid on his pack. Why was he over here? Did he have no friends either? My mind continued to race with explanations to why this guy was here of all places. I couldn't see much of his face because his hat covered it but what I could see was straight silver hair. He wore old blue jeans and a plain white T-shirt his cloths were just as uneventful as mine. I stared at him for a long while. He didn't move. I debated if was still alive or not cause I could barely see his chest raise and fall. I decided that his peaceful slumber wouldn't bother me. I would share this peaceful corner with him. I pick up my journal and started to write. As each word spilled out, I could feel the tension in my shoulders, neck, and soul leave as well. The world around me began to blur as more and more words appeared on the paper.
Green, Brown, Green, Brown. Row after row of dark earth and robust plants, carrying the hope of tomorrow in their red fruit. Hope that there would de a tomorrow. Their roots reaching down, sucking every drop of water, holding on to every grain of soil. Holding on…
I set my journal on the table and stretched my arms and fingers. I quickly jerked my hands back into my lap, the boy had sat up. He was writing to. As I watched he broad stroke I realized that he was not writing but sketching. Maybe the tree above him or the surrounding buildings. The look on his face must be how I imagine I look when I'm writing. Oblivious to the world but still purposeful, maybe not all the guys at Shikon High were mindless bookends that I had encountered earlier today.
Some laughter brought my attention to the walkway, a group of two guys and three girls approached.
"Hey Inuyasha," one of the boys shouted as the group tromped across the grass and exchanged slaps and shakes with the boy under the tree.
"Inuyasha" I whispered. So his name is Inuyasha. Different. And he did so have friends. The group continued on their way but shortly after the same scene repeated its self. They all fussed over him like he was king. He did have friends…He had a lot.
With the second group gone the courtyard became quiet and peaceful once again. Inuyasha turned his attention back to his sketching, and I was wondering about a popular boy who sought solitude in an isolated courtyard. Why? I hadn't realized that I was staring until he looked up. I caught my breath. Even at twenty feet away I could feel the intensity of his amber eyes. One, Two, Three seconds the stare continued. I was mortified
That I wasn't the first one to look away. He resumed to his sketching, but even after I could still feel his warm amber eyes. I felt the burning flush that plagued me rush across my cheeks.
Brrring
Lunch was finally over, I was so glad. I packed away my journal and hurried off to my last class. Thank god that I only had one more class of this retched takahashi school.
My last class Survey of Local History and Culture. It was a joke. A graduation requirement, a complete waste of my time, and a final slap on my face by the Takahashi's. A reminder that I was in a place that I didn't want to be. I sat in daze all class and when the bell finally rang I rushed out and int0o the parking lot. Since most students still had sixth period that lot was still full of cars but not of students. I paused at my car and looked back at the building. Acres of concrete surrounded by more acres of concrete as far as the eyes could see. It wasn't always that way. But of course that's the Takahashi's speciality. Change.
I got in to the car and rolled down the windows. I sped off letting the wind blow wildly through the car. Letting it blow all the memories of the day away, all the thoughts, period, from my mind. But the wind couldn't blow away on thought. The thought of the warm amber eyes.
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