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"This is a sacred place to me!"

A story doesn't start and end in fifteen minutes. A few days later, I began to learn about Aaron, Matt, and Mary more and more. Mary use to be a cheerleader. She hung out with all those girls who thought they were better than anyone else. Matt use to be part of the group who thought they were so different from everyone else. The goth group who hated everything and everyone for being the same. And Aaron usually hung out by himself. He was too busy dreaming to socialize.

I told them about how I was the freak at my old school. How I was the weird girl who loved being different. The school banned any weird hair colors and the red streak on the side of my head was my way of rebelling against that rule. I never wore the school uniform they told us to and got sent to the often before the day even began quite often.

"I wouldn't have been allowed there." Aaron laughed.

"They would've forced you to stop dying your hair with that white patch." I told him gesturing to his odd choice of hair style.

"Dyed? No, this isn't dyed. I was born with this white patch. It contrasts with my dark hair so much that people thinks it's just dyed. But it's real." He told me.

Mary looked at him. "So that's why you showed a picture of you when you were a baby to the teacher that one time. To prove it was really your hair color."

Aaron laughed. "Back in fourth grade. Mary and Matt are in most of my classes." He told me, keeping me in the conversation as best as he could. Since we started hanging out in the auditorium before and after school every day, We've learned a lot about each other. "They always have been. And everyone in our classes knew what their definition of PDA was." He grinned.

Matt smiled. He was the quietest so far. Mary was always going on and on about something. But Matt was so not like her. He was quiet and dark and liked to keep to himself often. Aaron wasn't like that either. He would laugh and grin and talk and share. He reminded me of a sweet child. I smiled softly and stared at him.

Noticing my eyes on him he turned to me. "what's wrong, Michelle?" He asked.

"O-Oh!" I blushed, not realizing until that exact moment that I was staring rudely at him. "Nothing. Sorry. I kinda zoned out for a bit." I looked up at the clock on the far side of the other wall. Once again my far sighted vision doesn't fail. "We're going to be late if we stay too much longer. And Mrs. Frost doesn't give the new kids a break if they're late." I told them.

"I remember when I had Mrs. Frost's class. It totally sucked. She taught me Spanish so I switched out and decided to take the French course." Matt said, speaking for the first time today. "What do you have her for?" He asked me.

"Introduction to Technology. My worst class." I said standing up with my books in my hands. "She yells at everyone for doing nothing wrong." I groaned. Aaron thought that was hilarious. The more I was near him, the more I knew about what type of personality he had. A very very very childish one. "It's not funny. I'm lucky I haven't gotten detention yet." I told him.

He smiled at me. "You're acting like a freshman. Quit worrying about stuff like getting to class on time and detention. Relax and sit back down with us for a little whle, my brown haired, blue eyed mystery girl. You haven't said too much about yourself. Just your school." He said, once again trapping me with those eyes.

The others looked and searched me and I felt those judging eyes. Well, I knew this would happen some time. Nobody can hide who they are forever.

For one thing, my hair isn't brown. Just a very dark blond. "M-Me? There's not much about me. I'm just your avergae rebellious teen who just wants to fit in with everyone else." I said shying away. I hated talking about myself.

"You're not normal." His eyes scanned mine. "You're different. From everyione else. You're different from those who are different from everyone else. There's something about you."

"Me? No. Just plain old me. I love music, I hate rules, and I play guitar. Typical teenager." I smiled sweetly. But something a must have said about my plainess interested Aaron. Grinning he pulled my hand to sit me back down.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Guitar? Michelle Raye has a talent like that?" He looked genuinely looked interested. Like he was really into the fact that I played an instrument.

"I just play a little bit of it. One or two songs. Not much." I explained.

"I know a little bit of bass. Not much. Heh, kinda the same as Michelle but she knows more than I do, I'm sure." Mary admitted.

"I used to play the drums to bug the hell out of my parents. The loud noises gave them constant headaches. And they blamed my grand-père because he owns an instrument store in a town a couple miles up north." Matt said, once again adding a little French to his sentence again.

These sudden admittions suddenly made Aaron jittery. He sat forward looking at everyone intensely. "This is interesting." He stood up abruptly and grabbed his books off of the stage. Muttering what sounded like "Library, now" as he passed me. "I've gotta go, guys. Seems I have something I need to... check out." He said. And with that, Aaron Shupe had made his exit.

Class the rest of the day was quiet. Not me, or Mary, or even Matt had heard a single word from Aaron the rest of the day. Or even... The rest of the week.

Author's Note

This chapter is finally done!

Reviews

[Mason Watts]

Man! I was hoping to read the whole thing now I have to wait.... yeah just a little impatient but it was so good!...

[Camille K.]

When will it be done? it's very nice! is it real?
i sounds good.
just this: I never wore the school uniform they told us to and got sent to the often before the day even began quite often.
try writing it a bit differently, it's hard to understand. 2x often?
otherwise, very good!
:-) cheers