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I got snapped back into reality by our teacher, Mr. Whitney, who was desperately trying to get the rest of the class working, without any luck off course.

“Hey, could you help me with this one? I didn’t get this at my last school.” The guy next to me apparently decided to talk to me. He obviously didn’t know who I was, because if he did, he would have asked someone else for help.

“Sure. Let me see… oh you just have to divide seven by eighteen and then subtract that from your answer here. That’s not the official way to solve it, but it’s a lot easier than the alternative.” I sort off figured this way to solve the problem out myself, thinking (knowing) it was easy, or at least easier than the alternative.

“That does sound easy, thanks. Oh, by the way, I’m Mitch.” He held his hand up.

“I’m Melaina, nice to meet you.” We shook hands and at exactly the same time
Mr. Whitney finally managed to get everyone quiet and working.

“So what do we do now? I mean we’ve finished those.” He pointed at the blackboard, to the place where Mr. Whitney had written the equations.

“Now we wait.” Normally I waited for the lesson to continue half the time. Boring, yes, but since I was a lot faster than the others, I really didn’t have much of a choice.

“Sounds boring, want to do something else?” I didn’t like where this conversation was going, but my curiosity got the hand over my suspicion.

“Like what? We’re still in class.” I mean seriously, I wasn’t going to ditch, if that was where he was going with this.

He started drawing dots in his notebook. “How about dots and boxes?” Wow, it had been a long time since I’d done that. Oh, why not, it’s not like I had anything better to do, making homework being one of the options. And with being four weeks ahead of schedule, there really was no need for that.

“As long as you know that I’m going to win.” I said taunting and drew the first line.

“We’ll see. I’m pretty good at it myself.” He wore an arrogant, but playful expression, which made me think he was just as competitive as I was.

By the time the lesson continued we’d played three games, of which I’d won three.
Mr. Whitney was explaining the working of a triangle once more. Believe me; the man was obsessed with them. Now no one was listening, not even me or Mitch.

“Does he do this a lot, explaining how a triangle works?” Mitch was done being quiet and had also had enough of math.

“Unfortunately, yes. We hear this story at least once a week. Sometimes even once every lesson.” Once a lesson meant we heard the same, boring story three times a week!

“The guy needs a girlfriend, maybe then he’ll stop talking about triangles. I mean, seriously? Triangles? Who gives a damn?!” I giggled at this, and I tell you, I didn’t do that very often –I didn’t do that, like, ever. Unfortunately, Mitch wasn’t the only one who heard it… The entire class looked at me like I’d gone crazy.

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Another day of school, another chance for the others to make fun of me. Before you ask; no, school isn’t my favorite place to be.  The other kids have practically given up on me, not that I blame them for it. I’m not really a people’s person, just in case you haven’t noticed.

Two years ago I came here from… Indiana, I think. I’m not sure though, it doesn’t really matter. Anyway, ever since I’m here, I haven’t exactly had a good time. It’s been hard to stay myself, without throwing myself off a cliff, a very tall building or something in that direction. I think you get the idea by now and if you don’t, this book might be too hard for you, or too depressing, your choice.

Anyway, like I was saying, I was getting ready for school. My clothes lay on my bed already, I picked them out yesterday. They were simple skinny jeans and a long, dark-brown shirt. The brown I picked because I liked how it looked with my hair. That was about the only thing I actually liked about myself, it was very light, golden-blond and wavy. As soon as I had put on my clothes, I started brushing my hair and putting on my make-up. This took a lot of time, mostly because my hair could reach my waist. Applying make-up didn’t take that long, just about five minutes, maybe less. Smearing mascara on my eyelashes wasn’t all that hard. I was ready to go to school, not that I wanted to go or anything. The best reason to go to school, and not pretend to be sick or something like that, was that I had no desire whatsoever to stay at home, mostly because of my foster-parents. They usually left me alone, but when they didn’t… well, let’s just say it never ended well.

So I put on my coat and I was on my way to Parker High, a small high-school in Georgia, it was a little over thirty minutes driving from the house. Driving there was something I really liked, it always calmed me down. I guess it had something to do with the fact that it was just me, and no one wanting anything from me.

I already told you everyone had given up on me, and that they left me alone, mostly. Well, that’s not entirely true. There were quite a few guys who liked to hit on me, and not in the “just-asking-out” kind of way, they tried to win me over by making sexist comments, and acting arrogant all the time. But that’s not even the thing I hated most. The most annoying was that they wouldn’t take no for an answer. Partially because of that, I just stopped replying, which was hard, seeing as they always blocked my way, literally. I had no clue on why they would hit on me, I didn’t even like the way I looked, but maybe that’s just my perspective…

After I’d gotten to the right classroom, I started to take out my books and wait for the lesson to start. So, there I sat, alone, like always. Untill a guy I’d never seen before walked over to the table –and chair- next to me and sat down.

“Whatever, just focus on the lesson” I told myself and forced myself to pay attention to what the teacher was doing. He was writing down some equations, probably because he wanted us to solve them. But other than me and the guy sitting next to me, no one was paying any attention to it at all.  I decided to solve the equations anyway, and since it only took me five minutes, I stared out the window after that. You could just see a lake from where I sat, which was practically the reason why I’d chosen this particular seat. The lake was surrounded by trees, grass and beautiful red and yellow flowers. I didn’t know the exact type off flower, you couldn’t tell from this far, but they always seemed to lighten me up.