ok. I'm only gonna post the first chapter . I paranoyed somebody will steal it. Ok here goes:
"Everyone this is Liz," it was Liz's first day of school at Meldome High.
"And what's your last name again?"
Liz looked up for the first time, "No, It's just Liz." Liz had scraggly hair like it had never been washed or combed at all.
Whispers were coming from all corners of the room, "Wow, she's ugly"; "Look at her hair"; "doesn't have a last name? Freak". Liz heard everything but she didn't seem to care. That was Liz.
"Umm...Liz, why don't you sit at Wren's table?" said the teacher.
"I told you that I wanted to sit by myself!" And that was me. My name's
"Wren Lancer! Do you have to be mean to every new student that comes here?!" the teacher was ticked; "Now go ahead Liz, and go sit down. And you, Wren, are being very disrespectful. Apologize." I go to school here at Meldome High.
I was the one that was sort of- a rebel, a loner. I had no friends. I didn't care about friends. I saw cliques all around me. Everyone was in a group- except for me.
"Sorry." I said this in a cocky voice. Of course, I wasn't really sorry; I just said this because the teacher told me to. I looked at the new girl as she walked across the floor, she didn't really have shoes, or nice clothes. That's not my problem.
I thought that in high school, it was every man for himself and that my problems revolved around my problems and everybody else's problems were dust in the wind to me.
"Liz," said the teacher said; she lifted her head up, "Yes?" The teacher asked, "Where are your shoes?" Liz looked down at her feet.
"Must've left them at home," she said.
"They're apart of the school dress code," said the teacher, "make sure you bring them tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay, Teacher," said Liz.
All scientists say that humans have a social need- that people need people or they'll go insane. Then the next step was supposed to be self-esteem. But I don't need the "social need". I guess I'm not one of those "humans".
"Oh, and by the way," she said, "It's Mrs. Hayford."
"Sorry, Mrs. Hayford," said Liz. Everyone started to work on their homework.
As far as I'm concerned, everyone should be completely independent- like a cat. I suppose it is possible just to 'skip a step' and totally leave out the social need. That's what I did. And I'm the most self-esteemed person I know...
"Hey Wren! Ever think about going emo?!" Leslie said that earlier this quarter. I guess I already have the dark hair... everyone laughed with her after she said that. The teacher didn't even care! She said that right in the middle of notes too! She's one of the preps at my school.
Leslie! That stupid, ugly, preppy, sl-
"Huh?" I mumbled. Did someone say something to me?
"I said are you doing math?" Liz said.
Idiot. "No Liz, I'm doing Science," I said sarcastically. How stupid is she? This is math class.
"Huh. That's funny, I thought this was math class," Liz said.
I rolled my eyes, "It is! That's why I'm doing math!"
"But I thought you said-"
"NO LIZ, I lied. I just said that to be sarcastic."
"Why?"
"I DON'T KNOW!" Why does it even matter?
"So your father died in the war, huh?" Liz said out of nowhere.
"What?" Of course, I knew what she was talking about, but didn't know how she knew my father had died.
"How do you know this?" I asked. If she knows about my dad, does she know about my other secret too?!
Yes, it's true. Just because I lived in Meldome High School a.k.a. the school that was ruled by a bunch of preps and jocks; and that I wasn't one of them, didn't mean I couldn't have special talent too.
"Do you like muffins?" asked Liz. I raised a brow.
"I...guess...so...Liz, I asked you a question and you just gave a dumb response, are you stupid or something?"
I see a lot more than the physical world- like totally beyond it. I see people that have once lived; I also see things that have never lived.
The bell rang, "Liz I don't get you." I said as I was getting my books.
Liz stood up, "He drowned didn't he? He fell into a raging river after being shot twice in the arm, didn't he?"
The reason I said that I'm not one of those "humans" is because I'm a medium. I don't know why, but the social need has never been one of my worries. That doesn't mean mediums aren't humans, because they are. They just can see more than an average one.
I then turned around, "Nobody knows how he died because nobody could find his body." Who was this "Liz" anyway? And how would you know about my father? And don't say something stupid about muffins!"
Nobody knows how he died because I couldn't "read" how he died. Usually most mediums can. I can just see the spirits. The reason I don't have any friends is because they wouldn't understand me.
Liz responded, "His body is in the ocean."
Wrong. He's sitting across from us, I see him right now, actually everyday, sitting in that seat.
He went to war 10 years ago; I was only 6 years old. Along with my siblings: Jake, Josh, Wally, and my mom of course.
What a fruitcake. "How could you know that? It's impossible! You weren't even there at the time." Then I started to walk out of the room. I didn't want to be there with such a fruitcake like Liz.
That's why I began to wonder about this Liz person. How did she know my dad? He is with us and that's when she's mentioning him...
"Wait," Liz stopped me, "Where are you going?"
I rolled my eyes, "It's time to go home." I said as I wanted to escape, "So go home. By the way, you can have my shoes; they're Mary Kate and Ashley. My mom bought them for me; she said that all the girls in the school had them except for me. But I don't care; I don't even like Mary Kate and Ashley."
All the 10 grade girls are wearing them...all the preps anyways... Now hopefully, she'll leave me alone.
Liz took the shoes and put them on, "Well, I guess I better get to the park then- uh! I mean-!"
I raised a brow, "Why would you go to the park?"
"I go to the park because-" she hesitated, "because I need to pick up my little brother. So I just walk..."Liz said. Wow she can't even talk right either.
"Well...um...ok. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then..."
I walked out, leaving the room empty except for Liz, who was still in there. Was it rude just for me to walk out like that without even saying goodbye? Nah...
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