That One Guy

Time to go to School....High School.

It was just any normal day before I went to high school.

Ugh, high school.

Where everyone judged you by everything from your clothes to how you smell.

Not that I’m complaining. I mean, I’m not an absolute loner. I have more than enough friends. In fact, if you wanted, I could name half the people in my small-town school. I’m just saying high school is not a pretty scene. It’s not all fun and a game like the movies portray it is. I see kids get beat up all the time. Do I do anything about it? No. None of the kids at school do either; they just pretend they didn’t see it and keep on going, or they egg them on. I try to survive and attempt to look pretty.

I got up and got my faded blue jeans out, I decided I would wear yellow today but my plans were cancelled by a stain. No surprise there, with the people in this house? Orange would have to do. I brushed my teeth, and looked in the mirror. There I was, Susan, with my thick tangled brown hair with that tint of bronze highlight " which looked nice against my tanned skin. My eyes were bright silver that always confused me and had everyone asking questions that I didn’t have the answers for. My parents didn’t have silver eyes; as far as I knew (I’ll get into the parental issue later).

I got in the shower but it took longer than I intended it to be. I was reminded of that by the loud banging on the bathroom door.

“Susan!” it was Nessa and Nina, twins. They were yelling at the same time, how convenient. “Susan we need to get in! Hurry up!” as their steps faded away, I got out. I walked out the door and they zoomed past me and slammed the door in my face. I was going to say something but decided the words I was thinking were not intended for their ears.

I went to my room and looked in the mirror, again. I know it’s kind of vain but it’s really a daily routine, for me. I slowly took the brush and brushed through the tangles until my natural waves were showing.

After I put on my clothes, I ran down the staircase to get to the kitchen. My adopted mother " Haley " was making breakfast. Maybe I should explain to you now. I live in a family of adoptees. My parents died when I was 6, which makes my sister 5 when they died. Yes, my real blood-related sister, Carrie. They both died in a freak car accident. I could go on with how depressing it was and how I cried for days. I didn’t even tell Carrie until a week after they’d passed. I couldn’t tell, her, she kept asking when mom and dad were coming home with ice cream. Anyways, I don’t want to bore you. We weren’t without a family for long; Haley came just hours after we were sent to an adoption center"the name of the place really made me feel more like a cat than a human being. Haley was my mom’s old high school friend and they were pretty close, so it really hit home for Haley as well.

Haley’s black silk hair was snipped at her shoulders. I stared at the swift movements of her hair while I snitched a banana. She spun around at the sound of a chair I was pulling out. “You look so much more beautiful than when you were 9!” she gasped her blue eyes showed me her good mood.

“What? Are you saying I was an ugly child?” I challenged. My Aunt Kirsten was there to answer. She wasn’t really my aunt, nor did she act like one. I was just required to call her, Aunt Kirsten. I hadn’t seen her come in but her beauty told me I was staring at a super model; the perfect complexion, the up-to-date fashion, her reflective black curls hanging to her waist and confused blue eyes.

“Yes, you were an ugly child.” she murmured. That didn’t surprise me. Sarcasm was always Kirsten’s way of telling you she lost something and was prepared to blame someone/she was in an irritated mood.

“Haley?”

“Yes?” Haley answered. She looked at me and mouthed, “You look beautiful.”

“Have you seen my perfume?” Kirsten said looking around the kitchen. Searching through the cabinets and anywhere you could hide a four inch bottle of chemicals.

Haley rolled her eyes at her question. Haley didn’t need perfume. She had a natural scent of mangos, nectarines, strawberries and other exotic fruits. Once or twice when we were at the market, when I was lost, I would just follow her scent till I found her, funny, I know, but true.
Kirsten let an impatient sigh slip through her lips and said, “Just because you’re my baby sister, doesn’t mean you have to smell as perfect as me.”

Haley and I shot a glance at each other. “There it is!” Kirsten sighed as she picked up the bottle from behind a box of cereal. She looked at Haley and held her index finger to her perfect red lips and whispered, “I won’t tell anyone.” She slipped out of the room.

Caleb, my seventeen-year-old adopted brother showed up at the top of the stairs with his blonde hair sticking up every way possible. He hurried down the stairs and looked at me and said harshly, “What are you looking at!” Obviously you, you snob.

“Caleb? I know you have only been here for a month but can you calm down a little? Now what’s your dilemma?” Haley said, luckily you could never be mad at Haley.

He sighed, probably thinking the same thing I was, “The twins are hogging the bathroom…again.” Haley sighed and walked up the stairs. She left me with him, Caleb. He absolutely loathed me. See, Caleb’s only been with our family for a month or so and what ever his parents did; he ditched them and took off. Then he was in the foster system after his parents died. It’s been getting better but he still is as mean as any other day. He looked at me his blue eyes staring icicles at me. “Where’s the paper?” he grumbled. Men and their newspaper; I went outside to get it. I wasn’t surprised to find out what the headline for today was. At the top of the paper front was a headline reading:

DISAPPEARANCE GO ON.

That makes this the seventh week of having this story for the front page. I don’t know how that story had so much to say about these disappearances.

These disappearances had been going on for a few months now. Today made 819 people missing. Yea, I know right? What are you going with that many people? The reason these disappearances stood out from most others is because there is always a group of thirteen, always thirteen people who disappear. Thirteen people from each country all over the world would vanish. Each disappearance would leave behind a black envelope that was always hot as touching fire.

I was snapped into reality when my real younger sister Carrie was tapping me on my shoulder. She was lightly tanned and had brown hair like me. Unlike my mysterious eyes, she had brown glistening eyes; she started high school this year, making friends all over the place. I looked at her and said; “Yes?” she looked at me and asked “My lunch?” It wasn’t in the snooty way that makes you want to punch out someone’s lights out, but in the sarcastic way that made you want to burst out laughing.

“See, I don’t know why you insist on asking me that question every morning when you know the answer in going to be: on the counter,” she smiled and shrugged, quickly grabbed it and ran up the stairs.

I looked at Caleb and gave him the paper. He grunted at me like he was displeased, just then, Kirsten, Haley, and Carrie with her book bag came down the stairs. Caleb grabbed his backpack and glared at me. He glanced at the paper and set it down on the table. I just stared at him and hoped it looked like I was angry. He walked out the door so I could wait for the twins. I decided to wait for them while I read the paper.

Scientists have studied the hot envelope and found the paper envelope could be frozen down to -77 degrees Fahrenheit and still feel like touching a stove. Hmm, interesting.
Inside the envelope would be a warning written on a thin black sheet of paper with red ink. Some recent messages were, “We are coming.” And “Beware of the chosen ones.” Police think a gang is playing a bad joke.

But there are too many people missing for one gang to do. Maybe more than one gang? Even then where would you hide 819 people? You would have to own you own city and your own food market.

The disappearances had taken 13 again, except they missed Turkey…three days in a row. Whoop, whoop! Go Turkey!

One poke in my arm sent me in a jump. Nina and Nessa were standing there. The 9-year-old twins were identical, red curly hair and green eyes. The only difference between them was Nessa’s face was smothered in freckles.

“Come on Susan, we don’t want to be late.” Nina said with patience.

“Hello? Are you hard of hearing? You heard her! Let’s go!” Nessa said this with impatient edginess; acting as though it was my fault they were going to be late.

I shook my head and got up, got my backpack and shoved them out the door. I turned around and locked the door and took the key and dug it in a flowerpot and put dirt on top of it to hide it.

We got in the Mustang that barely fit all six of us. “What ever happen to safety first?” I said uncomfortably. Kirsten was in the driver’s seat when she answered, “Fashion is better than safety. If you’re going to have an accident you might as well do it in style.” we all groaned except for Kirsten.

Caleb, Carrie and I always got dropped off first. They all waved goodbye and drove away. I turned around to look at a nightmare. I hated school, some days I wished it would burn to the ground. Although I was a four point oh student, I hated it. I especially hated most of the kids there. So much Drama!

“Hey!” I turned around to face my one of my best friends in high school; Charles Need, with his skate boarder hair hanging in his green eyes which were swimming with excitement. Charles was one of those popular kids who just happen not to be snobby. “Hey Charles! What’s up?” I said

“Do you know what today is?” he asked this question like he was going to explode with excitement.

“No, but your acting like its Christmas.” I answered.

He just looked at me and said slowly, “It’s the last day of school. Where have you been?”

“Whoa, are you serious?” I knew I blanked out most of the time but how did I forget it was
the last day of school?

“No Susan, I’m joking. Of course I’m serious!”

I grinned and laughed. “This means no evil teachers?” I asked.

“Umm, yes,” he laughed and said in a loud sarcastic tone, “Oh, God, look who’s coming!”

I looked over and saw Pamela Love, although she hates it when people called her Pamela so we called her Pam. Pam stood there staring at us with a red lollipop in her mouth. Pam had different color hair every other month. Today she started blue. Her hair was pinned up today so you couldn’t see her frizzy curls; in her hair was a green bow. Pam always wore the most random clothes in the school, today was polka-dotted silver and pink skinny jeans and a yellow shirt with only one sleeve and had in gold lettering on the front saying “I love aliens.” A few of years ago I would have laughed at her but I was used to her random clothes by now.

“Ha ha, aren't you the comedian.Anyways, guys I put a rubber snake in Rachel Wright’s locker! Watch!” she said in an excited whisper and then she pointed to Rachel locker.

“Aw! Pam! Rachel’s my friend!” Charles said while he smacked her shoulder. Pam rolled her eyes.

“Shh!” We all hid behind wall so she wouldn’t see us. Rachel walked around the corner with her two other friends: Camille Evernson and Francesca Deer. Rachel wore a pink shirt and jean skirt. Her platinum blonde hair made every boy sigh. Pam and I gagged. Camille had a blue turtle neck tank top and jeans. She had her chocolate hair in a slick ponytail. Francesca wore a low cut red dress that went down to her knees. Her red hair was in a silky movement.

Pam looked at her Camille’s shirt and made a disgusted noise “Ew! I feel ashamed to have blue hair! Why oh why did she have to wear blue today! I’ll dye my hair tonight.” She was obviously talking to herself.

They all stopped and turned to their locker that were conveniently next to each other. Rachel’s locker looked like it wasn’t opening so it was Camille and Francesca to the rescue. They all tried until Rachel tried one more time. We all plugged our ears when her shrieking overwhelmed us. They all fell on the floor, freighted.

Rachel got up and looked at the two girls still sitting on the floor. And said still a bit shaky “It’s ok girls, whoever did this was just jealous of our beauty.” They all sighed except for Camille who rolled her eyes.

“Hardly.” Pam whispered.

Pam and I decided we would get our books and go to English and Charles decided he would go to Rachel and her group of friends to remove the snake.

When we got in to English most of the kids were huddled in a group talking and giggling. I knew the girls and guys but didn’t really want to be the one laughing and not having anything to say because, in their mind, I’m not that funny of a person. Pam had started babbling about a bunch of stuff I could care less about, so of course I didn’t hear her when she asked, “Hey, do you think I could hang out at your house tonight? My parents are having a “night-out” again…Susan…Dear God woman, are you deaf?!”

“Hmm?”

“Hi, I’m Pam and I have a mouth that’s speaks and occasionally likes to be heard,” She said with over happiness.

“Sorry, yeah, you can come over.”

“Why thank you. Also, I haven’t met the newest member of your family yet! Which I think is kind of depressing, don’t you think?”

“Believe me, you’re not missing much. Just don’t irritate Caleb, alright? ”

She looked at me like she was confused “Caleb’s his name? Irritating is my game.” She smiled.

I answered, “Yeah, I know.” She glared at me. “Caleb is really frustrating…I think he hates me.”

She laughed and said a little too innocently, “I’ll try my best to control myself…maybe he does hate you, who knows? How old is he?”

“He’s seventeen.”

“So you’re sixteen and I’m sixteen and he’s seventeen… maybe we could all hang out…”

My eyes widened and she giggled and said in a teasing voice, “If he didn’t hate you so much.” She kept giggling while I smacked her arm. Just then, someone pushed us aside to take his seat at the corner of the room.

“Jeez, what’s the jerks problem?” Pam grumbled while she rubbing her arm.

“Isn’t that kid who came here a few months ago?”

“Yeah, and I don’t think he’s made many friends…I wonder why?” she said sarcastically.

“What’s his name?” I forgot I had third period with him. He was always huddled in the corner and answered when he was called but, other than that he was so quiet. What was his name? Ugh…it’s on the tip of my tongue.

“Richard…umm….oh, what is it?” Pam said in a frustrated tone. “Oh! Richard Evernson!” she said loudly sending each eye in the room toward us including a pair of eyes in the corner. I sighed and punched her in the arm. During the whole class that boy in the corner, Richard, was staring at me.

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Author's Note

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Reviews

[Draconic]

I think this was kind of cute, and seemed to capture a day in high school very well. Ignoring some of the spelling and grammar errors, it was good story. I think the dialogue was light but the characters seemed a bit funny. Funny as in, you are good at capturing the motions of people, and that you gave us a general idea as to their personalities. I'm actually looking forward to more of this.