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2nd story Force
"Celeste!" Returning to the high society of life that i tried so hard to escape, I found Allison babbling her head off about this new song that apparently took our school by storm. She leaned agianst my
desk trying to get my attention from my some what attentive glare scoping out the room of all the snobs and bitches that now encircled my desk. (why did i have to sit right in the middle of the
classroom? Damn teacher.) "Are you listening? Gawd Celeste try to pay more attention to me please." I focused on Allison, while turning up my ipod just a smidge. "Yeah so, I'm transfering to Orlando
to an all girls school beacuse my dad thought it would be safer for me to be around 'my own kind'. He's totally bent on thinking that im losing my purety over guys. Plus he's all like going on and on
about how the lord needs me to stay clean so i can get through heavens gates. He totally doesn't understand the complexety of having a boyfriend and not making him happy by fufilling his needs. Which
includes..." I flicked her forhead causing her insane babbling to come to a complete stop. She was about to give one of her signature b***h glares, when our teacher Mrs lingier came in with the principal
following behind. He motion us to be quiet and the whol classroom went silent. "I'd like to present a new student who has come all the way from Camrook Ontario. please be nice and make him feel
welcomed."As he left the classroomm, taking his place was the most gorgues looking guy i had ever seen. his blond hair was obviously spiked with hair jel but it was a look he pulled off very well. not to
mention how great he looked with his diamond studded blue eyes. when i first saw them i swear they looked as if each one contained its own raging ocean that sparkled under the brightly lit sun. he
walked over to the desk, and thats when i got a real good look at him. and what a sight it was. you could see the six pack underneath his almost see through black t-shirt. It had a strange picture of a
dragon consuming its own tail. and the baggy and totally ripped up black jeans. suprisingly i didnt notice his chocker around his neck at first. but it was hard to miss because it was located right next
to the tatoo on his neck. it was a simple tatoo but it was the actuall numbers that caught my curiosity. the numbers 4-5-1-13-15 and 14 with black lines perched okwardly ontop of the numbers
indicating.... a barcode.
He was so akward when the teacher signaled him to his new seat. he didn't move until he asked the teaher if he could sit way in the back where no one else sat. The teacher thought i was a bit strange but gave him the seat anyways. The reason for it, is because one of our classmates cut
her self and was very distant from everyone. she was usaully depressed and creid about everything. I geuss she was suicidal. she ended up killing herself with sleeping pills in that very seat while the teacher was talking about the effects of osmosis in biology. He asked to sit in that very spot.
There were lots of rumors like if you walked by it you would feel a cold spot or burst out crying. plus there was this one rumor that this one girl, her name was chealsea had a spiritual encounting with the dead ghost. She was so scared she never came back and apparently she moved to a new school. But the real reason i personally think that no one sits there is beacuse she was the one person
everyone liked, and i mean everyone. she was the nicest and pretiest girl in our school at the time and she was one of those people who belived in compasion and mercy yet she had no faith in religion to
give her a reason to act so pure. Unlike most people in our world today. she was just a genuinly good person. but little did we Know that her actions were caused from an abusive step father that liked
to drink to much. your typical story of a father who liked to beat there child so he could feel bigger and hide the fact that he was a coward inside. I guess one day her pure heart couldnt help take it any
longer and this is what she came up with to escape the hell her so called father brought apon her. when we all found out what happened after that period ended, no one was the same. i think no one sat
there is because it brought to much pain in all our hearts cause we never understood why someone that showed such a strong mind was actually breaking inside. Her name was Kayla, actually i
was a really good friend and i still dont understand why i couldnt see all that hurt she was bottling up inside. I missed her and there was no one i could talk to. for the rest of that year, it was hard but that when Allison showed up and buried my sadness with her glowing personality and ability to make me laugh. she came to school two months after what happened, wearing a paris original summer skimmpy shirt that showed
alot of clevige, Short pants with a stylish silver chain hanging from it. Her hair was light brown back then all striaght and soft. but now she dye'd it blonde and allways had it curly. When she first came into the class the teacher didn't even have time to introduce her before she was fast walking right up to my desk, sat right next to me and looked striaght at me.
Back then because i was so deppresed i would wear pretty much hoodies all the time. i didn't notice her until i felt my hoodie being yanked off my bady so all that could be seen was my black stright hair and green eyes. she looked at me in a super suprised look and shouted "I knew it!!!" Clapping her hands fratically and going on and on about how cute and skinney i looked. At that time i didn't feel very pretty. Then all of a sudden
she looked up in my eyes hand stretched out and said "Hello my name is Alliosn. whats yours?" i grabed her hand to be polite and replied with a "My name is celeste." she complimented on my name and went all seriouse and said to me while looking into my eyes "Celeste! i really like you. I feel a wierd connection between us and i here by declare you as my new best friend." And we were, best friends for two years and i finally thought i put
that sadness was behind me. But this guy randomly shows up with the wierdest vibe, comes to sit in the very spot that has haunted my nightmares for two years and expects me to talk to him when he walked by my desk casually, like there was nothing wrong.
I didn't even notice the tear that escaped my eye until he stood right in front of me, crouched to my level and slowly placed a finger on my tear wiping it away causing me to blush a very
dark shade of red. then he stood back up looked striaght at me and said in a cocky voice. "And i thought people stopped crying at the age of six. I geuss some people mature faster than
others." and he walked away towards his new desk leaving me speechless and confused. thats when i thought to my slef "what the hell!? whats his problem!? and here i thought i was going to try to be
friends with this douchebag." he finally reached his desk. but thats when the wierdest thing happened. he began talking about how he too, always felt sad and alone. How he sometimes wished he
could just die somewhere alone and be free of evil and hatful parents. Thats when the whispers began. the whole class kept looking at him whispering the word "freak" and wondering who he was
talking to. Even i was wondering who he was talking to. There was no one near him and i'm sure no one asked him a question. What was going on? and the more i thought about it the more i was
interseted in this unique person sitting two chairs behind me. Allison leaned agianst my table to join the class whispers. "What a wierd person? do you think he could of escaped from a sphyco prison or
something? and whats with those clothes? talk about to many accesories." When she realized i wasn't listening, it didnt take her long to lean on the other side and start whispering to the next person she
thought would listen to her insane babbling. I decided that i would talk to him after the class ended. since it would be the last period class before lunch, i would be able to talk a little more then just our
break time. The class ended and everyone rushed out like there was no tomorrow, and just as i thought he was the last one still here. i grabed my books stood up and musterd all my courage. He was
still trying to get all his paper in his binder when i reached his desk, but he didn't seem to notice me untill i asked. "So...your new huh?" he looked up at me with his gorgeus blue eyes yet with a bored
expresion on his face and responded with a "Yeah. Wasn't that obvious?...Freak." I stared at him. What was this guys problem. Thats when i said it. "No a freak is someone who talks to himself!" I
regretted saying the words before i even realized i said them, but to my surprise his expersion went to a sad, gloomy face and looked down on his desk still trying to pick up all his papers. "I wasnt
talking to my self." He looked back up at me. "I was talking to Kayla." I ran the list of names through my head, all the ones that had this period. But before i could tell him there was no Kayla, He stood up
and said "I know there is no Kayla in our class. I'm talking about your old friend, the one who died where i"m sitting. The girl you were crying over." and he walked passed me, through the class door and
leaving me to my now utterly confused thoughts. How did he know that?
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