Scaly Secrets

Ch.2 Looks of Pity

     I thought about giving some sarcastic comment, like 'Oh, I don't know, go ask her grave!' but I knew it wasn't her fault, my family decided to cut ties when she died.

      So many people still didn't know. They just thought that she had abandoned them. When in reality, her life was stolen too soon.

By me.

     After a few seconds of thinking, my mind shifts back to reality, earning a curious look from the lady.

     "I'm sorry to say this, but she died seventeen years ago, when I was born." I said, trying to hold back the  heart breaking tears that I could tell wanted very much to spill over.

     She looked at me with a shocked look, and the she gave me that look.

     That look. The look I so very much despised.

        The look I had gotten very used to looking at when the day came every year. Not just my birthday, but the anniversary of my mother's death.

        At first, when I was younger, I had always thought that that look was a look of sympathy, but oh boy was I wrong.

       It was much more than sympathy. I knew that now.

      It had taken me years to finally find that missing meaning of the look in people's eyes when they looked at me when I was growing up. The look that even my own father had given me on quite a few occasions.

     Not a look of sympathy.

    But a look of pity.

     I absolutely hated it when people pitied me.

    Now, she gives me a sad smile, and hands me my schedule.

   I walk out of the office before she can tell me how sorry she is for my loss, even though she probably didn't really care anyways.

   I take a right when I exit the office. As I walk around in search of my locker, I can feel gazes burning all over me.

    'They probably don't get many new students.' I thought to myself.

    I did my best to ignore them, and I walked to my locker. I find it, and try to stuff my stuff into it, now realizing how small it is. I close my locker, and as if on cue, the late bell rings. First class, already late. I probably wouldn't get in trouble for being lost on my first day.

 Hopefully.

  I find the numbers that match the numbers on the now folded paper in my hand. 147.

Math.  I hate math! I never have, and never will be good at math.

      I stand outside the door for a second, just thinking.   

    Then, I muster up enough courage to knock on the big wooden door. The door opens to a middle aged man, who I must say is going a bit bald. He smiles at me before he steps aside, motioning for me to come in.

    He closes the door, and walks in front of the class. I can see that only about half of the seats are actually filled with students.

'Skip much?' I think hastily.

     I slowly follow the teacher to the front.  "Hello class." He says, surprisingly,  sounding way nicer than I would have made him out to be. I guess I judged him too quickly.

    "I was going to do our next assignment today, but it seems we will be getting to know our new student instead." He motions to me. "Please introduce yourself." He said, kindly smiling.

       I smile back. I look back to the class, who eyes were now curiously watching me, awaiting my response.

     "Hi, my name is Winnona Carson, but I like to be called Winnie. I just moved here from Phoenix, Arizona with my dad." I said. Some people gasped, but I have no clue why though.

     Suddenly, many students raised their hands with questions, which I definitely was not expecting. I looked over to see the teacher laughing. Theses students probably don't usually raise their hands at all in class. "Finn." He called. A short girl with long, curly blonde hair stands up.

     "Hi Winnie! I'm Finn. I have a question." She said, continuing before I said anything, which I didn't plan on anyway. " Why did you move here from Phoenix? It's much more beautiful and warm there than it is here." She said, rolling back and forth on the balls of her feet.

I smiled. She seemed really nice, so I decided to be nice back.

     "Well Finn, my dad actually owns a  moving company, so we move about in the United States, never really staying in one place for very long. But, this time, my dad plans to stay because this is actually his home town, and he wants to make his company a stationary company from now on."I felt a bit proud of myself for saying that all in one breath.

    The teacher looked at me curiously. "I'm Mr. Mcalaster. Winnie, may I ask who your father is?" he said, looking at me, probably wondering if it was a touchy subject or something.

    It really wasn't, to be honest. Me and my dad had a good relationship. It's not like he neglects me, he just works a lot.

    "His name is Jake Carson. Why, do you know him?" I asked, wondering if he knew him the same way the office lady knew him.

    He smiled. "I actually knew your father since we were in Eighth Grade. We were best friends." He said, looking as if he wishes he could go back in time.

   He walks over to his desk and looks at the seating chart. "You can sit in that chair. Over three, down four. You will sit next to Colton. Colton, raise your hand."

    I look over to see a boy with shaggy brown hair raising his hand, and smiling, like hes happy I sit next to him.

I walk to my new seat, set my stuff underneath the desk, and sit down.

   I hadn't even gotten the chance to settle down in my spot before I note fell upon my desk. I looked over to see Colton with a look that definitely said 'Read it.'

I open the note, and it reads 'What class do you have next?'

   I smile, and look back to Colton to see hes pretending to listen in to the new kid lesson. He said we would have some homework to get to know different people in the classroom outside of school.

I writ back on the note.' Chemistry'

    He looks to the note, and smiles even wider than he had before. 'Same.' he writes. I give him a thumbs up.

    "Your partners will be the people your table partners with. Don't forget! This is due in exactly one month! Class dismissed!" He yells, right before the bell rings. I smile at Colton before I gather up all my things and get ready to walk out of the classroom.

Maybe this wouldn't  be so hard after all.

Ok!!! So you've met Colton!! I knew I wanted a cute character like him for this story. I was actually going to call him Hunter, but then I realized I just named a character in my other story Hunter, so I decided on Colton instead! I think he's more of a Colton instead anyway, so.... lol

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know what the story is supposed to be about, and i know that's what you read it for, but don't worry! It will come soon enough!

Until next chapter! ~ Skittles