guess, if that’s
what you want to call it,” I replied.
“ Well good. I mean, I always
saw you as one of them, but different.”
“ What do you mean?” I
wondered.
“ I mean, you tried to fit
in, but I don’t believe that’s ever who you really
were.”
“ So, does this mean
you—“
“ Look, I’m not trying to be
best friends with you or anything; I’m just trying to be nice.”
Then I lost it.
“ Dante we were best friends.
You have to believe me. Everything has changed. I was never friends
with those girls; I was friends with you and Grace.”
“ I don’t know who Grace is,
or what you’re talking about.”
“ Can we hang out?” I
asked.
“ I don’t think that’s a good
idea, just because I don’t have a problem with you, doesn’t mean my
friends don’t.”
When I looked out the window, we were
at school. Right when he stopped the car, I jumped out.
“ Thanks,” I mumbled as I
walked away.
It was lunch time. I didn’t
see Annabelle, so I sat alone. It was better that way anyway. I
wouldn’t look that crazy as my mind was wrapped up in thoughts of
Dante. I looked across the lunch room. Dante was sitting with his
friends, but every couple minutes, he looked over.
Fifth hour was a blur; I
couldn’t get him off my mind. I thought back to all of the memories
I had of the future, us at the lake, having a good time. The last
night we spent together. A few tears escaped. I wiped them away
just in time to head to sixth hour. Then I remembered the presentation . I was
so nervous. Nicole and all of her friends sat only feet away.
Nothing could make matters worse, I was almost certain of
that.
“ Scarlett Summers,” the
substitute teacher called. “Would you like to go first?” She looked
around the room, waiting for someone to answer.
“ Okay,” I said as I walked
to the front of the class.
Before I could even begin
speaking, Nicole was making comments about my clothes, my hair.
Besides Nicole, they all had perfect blonde hair. Now, she was the
odd one out, with her still-perfect brown locks. Every time I would
go to speak, one of them would laugh or cough, and soon the rest of
the class was joining in. I could feel my cheeks turning red. The
one person I saw that wasn’t joining in, was Annabelle. I didn’t
even notice that she was in this class before. I wondered where she
was at lunch.
“ Oh wait,” the teacher
interrupted, ignoring the girls. “I forgot to take attendance,
sorry Scarlett, it will only take a minute.” I tuned everything out
as I stood in front of the class, waiting for this to be over. She
called out name by name, and each person responded. “Dante Quinn?”
She called out. “Dante Quinn?”
He was in this class? I
understood why he wasn’t here; it was his dad’s class.
Finally, the teacher was
finished, and I took a deep breath. When I went to speak, Nicole
threw an open carton of milk at me. Without warning, I went
invisible. I ducked down below the podium I was standing at, and
prayed it would be so easy to turn visible—it wasn’t. Confused
chatter filled the room, but the teacher was too busy scolding
Nicole to notice. I took my chance and ran out of the room. Once I
was out of the school, I finally went visible.
“ What the hell?” I looked
over and saw Dante staring.
“ I—I” I
couldn’t speak, I couldn’t explain this, and if he didn’t have
powers, he could be in danger—and so could the rest of the class. I
ran a little ways down the side walk in front of the school. I
couldn’t believe what had just happened or what could.
A few minutes later, Dante
walked up. I couldn’t let him question me, it was obvious that he
was shocked and therefore, did not have powers. I got up and ran
straight ahead, in front of cars that slammed on their breaks and
honked. It was stupid, but I had to get away. I ran through the
little patch of woods along the school, and out onto the main road.
It felt like my lungs would explode, but I