Our Secret

Prologue

"Hello, I'm Marie. Let's have a good year together." I smile as I finish my introduction to my new class. The only response I get, of course, is the bored looks of the kids who are supposed to be my new 'friends' and the teacher's slow, annoying golf clap. The teacher sends me to the back corner where no one is sitting and gets on with his lecture about physics.

I have no interest in science, never have and never will. I pull out my headphones and put them in; the soft sound of a violin playing floods my ears. Staring out the window, I let the sound lull me into a trance, not a care given.

You've probably guessed it by now. If not, well I'll just explain. I'm the new kid. I'm seventeen years old, just moved away from my home where I lived practically all my life. No one knows me, and I don't intend to make friends. It's half way through the first semester of my senior year, but I couldn't give a shit less. I'm so sick and tired of working. But then again who isn't? Everyone has there breaking point, mine just happened to never come.

Gazing at the clouds from my seat by the window, I feel like I'm being stared at. Stares don't usually bother me, I'm used to them now. However this one seems to be piercing my soul, I turned to look around the class, I don't find a single set of eyes watching me. Probably just imagining things, I turn back to the window and let the violin comfort me.

Laying my head on my desk, I slowly close my eyes. Letting the quiet, yet powerful violin put me to sleep.

I miss home. I miss my life. I miss them. I miss him... I miss us.