A new girl (open to all high school students)

It had been the middle of the day; the word already went out that caused every teenager gossip. “There was a new girl” the school still bustled with lively teenagers; some only coming to get through with their lives, other for friends and for almost half of them, because they were woken up early in the morning, and still half out of bed. Walking like zombies. But not today, every one was excited about the girl.

“Is she cute?” “What grade is she in?” “Where did she come from?” where along the lines of what some people would think as they were in class. Most of the time, they had hoped she was a beautiful person; it would make the boys happy and the girls would have something juicy to talk about.

She smelled of thick roses, morning dew and stale cigarette smoke. The odd enchanting combination, that would cause anyone to freeze in their tracks to figure out the scent. She walked in the front building, an hour late. Wearing the school uniform, oh how she hated that thing. Reminded her too much of a rape scene. She entered the main office, her black hair pulled into a loose pony tail. The woman stared at her.

“Korey Cooper”

“Ah the foreign exchange student, nice to meet you.” She spoke, as she handed her a note, she took it. She stared at it, with bore blank eyes. She than looked up, “I can have some one show you the room.” The woman spoke with a smile. Korey smiled back, “I can figure it out myself” she walked off, her eyes glancing at the numbers at the walls.

She stopped at her door, then knocked softly, before opening it. The teacher stared at her expectantly, as she glanced to the class; they all looked out of control; standing around an chatting. She walked to him, then handed him the note. He read it, before shooing her off to a seat.

She was american, and all the students had been quietly thinking to herself. “She looks so pale..” “I thought americans were suppose to have blonde hair and blue eyes.” “Why is she so quiet, is she shy...does she think she is better then us?”

She stayed in her seat, staring out the window in the class. Her head resting on the palm of her hand, black strands of her hair falling into her face, as her legs stayed tightly crossed, her body leaned forward over the desk.

She had ignored their petty whispering, as she could hear every word, she could hear everything. Their hands brushing against their clothes, their soft breathing, she could sense their eyes on her, but for an instant, she heard the door open and close, she stared out the window, her skin off the sun light could only be compared to that of a white candle, lit in the darkest of night. Full of life, filled with a dead look.

She kept her eyes on her hands, which twitched every now and then. She didn’t like standing still; it just wasn’t here. She sighed, then heard the door close, as someone introduced theirselves, she wouldn’t have paid attention, but this time she looked down to see the man before. She felt her eyes stare to him; his reflection illuminating off of them. He could see himself in her eyes, down to the pupil of his eye, to the structure of his body. She rolled her eyes, then started doodling on the desk with the black free roll ink pen.

She doodled eye balls, on the desk. Highly detailed eye balls, then she glanced back out the window, her body pulled tight against the chair. Her eye brows furrowed, as her leg shook, causing the desk to shake. She sighed, then glanced to the tiles. Counting them, as she tried to focus on something else, besides the red headed porcupine next to her. As she leaned back the soft ching of the metal against her weapons could be heard.

She had brought her guns along, she brought her guns everywhere, she slept with her guns- she had brought her guns every where,that two black and blue bruises were showing, which resembled very much...guns. She didn’t notice or anything, how could she.She yawned and then she couldn’t hold her tongue down anymore.

She glanced to him, then crossed her arms,as she leaned herself back against the chair, the ear piercing sound of sickening cracks could be heard, as she cracked her back. ”Are you stalking me?” she asked bluntly, not loudly. But a few people let off chuckling in the back. This caused her skin to crawl; she turned behind, her body in a painful looking angle, as she glared at them.

They went quiet, as they gulped under her vision, and started to gossip about something else. She hated immaturity, she turned back to him, awaiting the answer to her question.