They Found Him In A Cadillac..., chapter 1
"Get the fuck out of here, weirdo."
"Why do you always pretend that there's gonna be someone who likes you?"
"Go perform a satanic ritual or something."
I can feel my eyes start to sting. Don't cry, don't cry. Don't repeat what happened yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that- Fuck, every day I can remember in high school. I hang my head, trying to hide my increasingly blurry eyes, and try to walk away from the jeering group in the corner of the playing field, but one of them trips me, just making them laugh more. I quickly pick myself up, swing my bag onto my shoulder, and run, listening to their laughs and sneers as I flee. Again.
I run into the school, trying to find an empty classroom to eat in. They're all full. Full of more people who would just love me to walk in there and give them a chance to make more snide comments. More tortuous stares and glares.
The very last classroom, though, is empty. I walk in, and set my bag on a desk, sitting down on the desk next to it and opening my bag to find my lunch.
"Hey." I nearly jump out of my skin, and quickly turn round to face the corner where the voice came from. A boy of about my age, with dark hair and palish skin is sitting on a desk in the corner, a half-eaten sandwich in front of him.
"Uh... Hi," I reply, slightly taken aback.
"Don't like the great outdoors, huh?"
"No. Well, I do, but..."
"But what?"
"Well... Not with... People... Out there."
"Uhuh, I get it..." He obviously doesn't. I notice his accent.
"You from America?"
"Yup. Parents moved here a couple of weeks ago, no idea why. It's kinda weird here in Australia..."
"How so?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.
"Well, for a start all the cars drive on the wrong side of the road..." I snort.
"Yeah, it's like living on the moon, isn't it? You'll get used to it."
"Ok, ok, smart ass. What's your name?"
"Sophia, you?"
"Jakob." I nod, and take out my sandwich. I open it, to see what's inside.
"What the hell is that?" asks Jakob, staring at the thick dark stuff spread all over the bread.
"Vegimite."
"Ohhh... K...." I laugh. It feels nice, I haven't laughed in ages. Not since the beginning of high school, I think. Three years, and not once even giggling. I feel so pathetic. We eat together, and I find out that he likes pretty much everything the same as me. The bell rings, and I check my timetable.
"Ah fuck. Maths," I say, sighing, "What've you got?"
"Uh..." he says, fumbling with his timetabel, "Maths too, dammit. What grade you in?"
"Year 10."
"Me too! Are you in... Uh..." he checks his timetable again, "Maths room 4 now?"
"Yeah! I mean... Yeah. I'll show you the way." I try to hide the excitement in my voice at the fact that someone actually seems to like me, and seems to want to be friends. Though, I remind myself heavily, It's not likely to stay that way- as soon as he sees everyone else, he'll probably think I'm a loser like everyone else. Still... We walk out of the class room, and down the corridor.
An arm flies out and grabs my collar as I walk past a tall guy with blonde hair. The arm retracts, pulling me sideways and slamming me into the lockers beside the guy. Simon.
"Afternoon, Sophia." I stay silent. "Owh, what's the matter, got a sore throat from bawling your eyes out all lunch? You're pathetic." He gives me another shove, almost knocking me over. "What are you?" I still say silent. People have stopped in the corridor, watching. Simon grabs my shoulder, sqeezing tightly.
"I. Asked. You. A. Question. Bitch. What. Are. You?"
SLAM!
"Why do you always pretend that there's gonna be someone who likes you?"
"Go perform a satanic ritual or something."
I can feel my eyes start to sting. Don't cry, don't cry. Don't repeat what happened yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that- Fuck, every day I can remember in high school. I hang my head, trying to hide my increasingly blurry eyes, and try to walk away from the jeering group in the corner of the playing field, but one of them trips me, just making them laugh more. I quickly pick myself up, swing my bag onto my shoulder, and run, listening to their laughs and sneers as I flee. Again.
I run into the school, trying to find an empty classroom to eat in. They're all full. Full of more people who would just love me to walk in there and give them a chance to make more snide comments. More tortuous stares and glares.
The very last classroom, though, is empty. I walk in, and set my bag on a desk, sitting down on the desk next to it and opening my bag to find my lunch.
"Hey." I nearly jump out of my skin, and quickly turn round to face the corner where the voice came from. A boy of about my age, with dark hair and palish skin is sitting on a desk in the corner, a half-eaten sandwich in front of him.
"Uh... Hi," I reply, slightly taken aback.
"Don't like the great outdoors, huh?"
"No. Well, I do, but..."
"But what?"
"Well... Not with... People... Out there."
"Uhuh, I get it..." He obviously doesn't. I notice his accent.
"You from America?"
"Yup. Parents moved here a couple of weeks ago, no idea why. It's kinda weird here in Australia..."
"How so?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.
"Well, for a start all the cars drive on the wrong side of the road..." I snort.
"Yeah, it's like living on the moon, isn't it? You'll get used to it."
"Ok, ok, smart ass. What's your name?"
"Sophia, you?"
"Jakob." I nod, and take out my sandwich. I open it, to see what's inside.
"What the hell is that?" asks Jakob, staring at the thick dark stuff spread all over the bread.
"Vegimite."
"Ohhh... K...." I laugh. It feels nice, I haven't laughed in ages. Not since the beginning of high school, I think. Three years, and not once even giggling. I feel so pathetic. We eat together, and I find out that he likes pretty much everything the same as me. The bell rings, and I check my timetable.
"Ah fuck. Maths," I say, sighing, "What've you got?"
"Uh..." he says, fumbling with his timetabel, "Maths too, dammit. What grade you in?"
"Year 10."
"Me too! Are you in... Uh..." he checks his timetable again, "Maths room 4 now?"
"Yeah! I mean... Yeah. I'll show you the way." I try to hide the excitement in my voice at the fact that someone actually seems to like me, and seems to want to be friends. Though, I remind myself heavily, It's not likely to stay that way- as soon as he sees everyone else, he'll probably think I'm a loser like everyone else. Still... We walk out of the class room, and down the corridor.
An arm flies out and grabs my collar as I walk past a tall guy with blonde hair. The arm retracts, pulling me sideways and slamming me into the lockers beside the guy. Simon.
"Afternoon, Sophia." I stay silent. "Owh, what's the matter, got a sore throat from bawling your eyes out all lunch? You're pathetic." He gives me another shove, almost knocking me over. "What are you?" I still say silent. People have stopped in the corridor, watching. Simon grabs my shoulder, sqeezing tightly.
"I. Asked. You. A. Question. Bitch. What. Are. You?"
SLAM!
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