Making my Way Through this Demented World

Chapter 2

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This is probably how often I will update, so no rushing me.  These things take thought and time.  I hope you guys like it and enjoy!

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I trudge down the hallway after Blaine, the slaps he’s getting on my back makes me seem friendless.  Wait, never mind, I AM friendless.  With that happy thought, I quicken my steps to my locker, keeping my eyes straight on the floor.  It’s so hard sometimes to blend in, but I’ve had practice, and now I’m an expert.

I turn towards my locker, spinning the lock until it clicks open.  I swing the blue door open to reveal a note slipped in through the slits in the door.  I wince, already knowing what it’s going to say.  I get notes like this all the time; how do they even know my locker number?  Stalkers.

Unfolding the note, my eyes widen in surprise as I see a familiar sloppy scrawl written on the lines.  I focus in on the words, intently reading them.  After reading, I crumble the note in my fist and put it in my pocket, making a mental note to throw it in the recycling bin later.

The bell rings, and I grab the first book I see and a binder.  I make a wild dash down the hall, shoving people out of the way.  How can they walk so slowly?  Only lovers walk slow; maybe everyone is in love today.  I snort at that, thinking of the unlikeliness of it.  Then again, I’m the only one going fast, and I am for sure not in love.

I trip over my feet as I run, almost falling on my face.  I regain my balance and continue to run through the maze like hallways.  My first period Biology class is all the way on the other side of the school, and my biology teacher is crazy.  If I’m late, my life will be a misery for a full hour.

I finally reach the door, slamming the door open to reveal a bunch of startled students.  I yell out, “Sorry!” and leave the room.  Of course I had to choose the wrong room!  I go towards the next door down and open it to see most of the seats filled and Mrs. Renold holding an attendance sheet in her hand.

The bell rings right as I step both feet through the door and I sigh in relief.  Who knew what Mrs. Renold would do if I came in late for a third time in two weeks?  Mrs. Renold raises her eyes at me, and I can’t help but notice that they’re dilated and seem to have corners.

Not answering her questioning gaze, I notice that all the back seats are taken, the one I normally sit at occupied by Trent Grey, the bad boy of the school.  Not wanting to take any chances, I choose a seat right in the front row, where nobody is sitting.

Mrs. Renold clears her throat as if I interrupted a very important lesson and starts to call roll, ending with my name: Gracie York.  I answer with a meek, “Here.”  She rolls her eyes, standing up from her position on the desk.  I go by Gracie at school, because if I have the name of the princess and some people put my face to hers, sometimes, then I would be in big trouble.

                I look around me, noting all the people around me socializing and seeming happy.  Me, I’m sitting here without anyone to talk to.  Even the nerd over in the corner is talking to her friend about fun math equations.  I put my head in my hands, groaning loudly.  Nobody notices or cares.

                Biology goes by without a thought, and I realize that I’ve not heard anything Mrs. Renold has said.  I look at the homework board and hurriedly write down the homework that is going to take me forever to do since I didn’t pay a wick of attention.

                The bell rings and scraping chairs cover the sound of the bell.  I slowly gather everything and follow everyone out of the room, not wanting to get into the crowds of fighting people pushing out the door.   I throw the piece of paper from my pants into the recycling bin, smirking as it hides among the other crumpled papers.

                I go to my locker, inserting my textbook and binder that I had taken to last class and then take out my next textbook and binder.  There’s another note there, and I read it carefully.  I crumble this one up too, but leave it in my locker.  I’d need it for reference later.

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                I walk with Blaine to the park, squeezing my jacket closer against the cold.  Blaine reaches over and rubs up my arms, heating me with just his hands.  I look up at him, giving him a thankful smile.  He smiles back, but looks straight ahead into the deserted park; nobody ever comes in the winter.

                The swing sets swing in the breeze and the slide looks sad with frost covering it.  The trees in the background still have a few leaves, but the forest looks a little bare without the coverage of them.  I hear a crunch of frozen grass and stop, listening intently.

                Blaine looks at me confused, but then hears what I heard: the unmistakable sound of a person walking.  Knowing I’m in the right place now, I step forward, then take more in quick succession.  Finally, I reach the edge of the trees and am met by a boy of my age, 16, with dark brown hair and yellow eyes.

                Blaine comes up behind me and grabs my arm, holding it in a firm grip.  The boy raises his eyebrows with a questioning look.  I nod, pushing Blaine off of me.  The boy turns around and starts walking away, and I follow him.

                The quiet with only the sound of our breath and footsteps helps me keep control of my surroundings, letting me hear the birds and leaves crinkling.  Finally, we reach a little clearing filled with leaves and stumps.  The boy sits on one, and so do Blaine and I.

                Soon, there are sounds of approaching steps and two more boys sit on a stump.  One more girl shows up, and we start the meeting.  I take out the little paper that I had found in my locker earlier with the time, place, and subject of the meeting.  I might not have friends, but I have my pack.

                The boy that had led us to the spot stands up, looking each of us in the eyes.  “As alpha of the Water Pack, I, Drew Cast, am here to say that we are awesome.” He chuckles at his own joke, and the boys all laugh too.  I roll my eyes at his retardedness. (Sorry, interrupting the story, but retardedness isn’t a word, and the other option was beardedness, and I had to laugh)

                Drew smiles right at me, his piercing yellow eyes draw me in.  I shake my head, clearing all romantic thoughts that were gathering.  We continue our meeting seriously, the tense atmosphere that I hadn’t realized was there, clearing.  We talked about the problem of our pack being discovered.

                After the meeting was over, I stood up quickly and started to leave.  Drew grabbed my arm, catching my eye.  He smiled seductively, and I pulled away, disgusted.  Drew is widely known as the school player, and would never have an interest in me.  Period.