I know you were hoping for an update, and that will happen soon i promise! Maybe even on ALL my stories ;) but his idea came to me so along with my fan fics i also have to work on this. Can you tell me what you think :)
It was cold. It was always cold here, even in the summer. Snow was known to fall as late as mid-March, sometimes in heavy dumps, and then a Chinook would come and clear it all away. But the cold would always stay. Dry, to the bone cold; the kind you couldn't get rid of with a thick winter coat. But people seemed to enjoy it here. I guess it was the tranquility, the peace of being tucked away; hidden by snow by the horror filled reality of what others called life. Here, everyone knew everyone. One of those small towns you describe by naming a known town nearby. To most, we were one of those places tourists stopped on their way to some major attraction, so we didn't get many new people around. And they liked it like that. They had that defense mechanism that helped them blend in. But I never did.
"Mrs. Becker, would you care to join us?" My eyes snapped open. What class was I in? Oh, right. Mr. Lexler's English class. Other kids snickered behind me, but it all floated past. Mr. Lexler looked at me expectantly, as if he was waiting for me to say something. White letters floated on the Black board behind the grumpy English teacher; A Kindled Connection.
Right, I thought, we were supposed to take out that book from the library yesterday. Mr. Lexler had a thing for relationships. I don't mean friendships, or getting along better with your parents. He liked the hard core sappy stuff that had the average teenage girl crying. Looking at him though, you would never expect that of him. He was short. Very short and chubby, but he insisted that he was Stubby. Like that made it any better. He had this bad habit of wearing these plaid eighty bow tie things. Always plaid that drove us all crazy. He had his pants pulled up past his belly button with a batman belt. His eyes always seemed to be focusing on different things, and he was balding.
Majorly. It was enough to give us nightmares after our first class. And no matter how long I would have him as a teacher… I would be forever weirded out. I had this thing with most of the teachers at my school; M= 2c hate. It was a fact. Not one teacher at McBringley High School liked me. They say it's because I don't hand my work in, but I don't hand my work in because they hate me. This school is a playground for bullies. It's almost impossible to walk more than five steps without seeing some poor nerd get shoved into a locker, or a jock and his girlfriend practically groping in the hallway. I float by though. I don't want to get caught up in stuff that doesn't have anything to do with me. And people get that. They let me walk by if they were having a fight, or if they had to pick someone to go up to the chalk board, they never picked me. It might have been the way I dressed, that might have been what started me fading away. My favorite colors were dark; dark 'Navy' blue, dark 'forest' green, dark 'blood' red. The shadows were where I felt comfortable, so I just stayed there. Me and my colors, stayed there.