The rest of the school day was fairly normal. Lonely
throughout the classes, and no one talked to me. But I went through,
occasionally looking at the number in my pocket. Finally after school
on my way to the sidewalk there the bus would stop I saw Flannery
again. She was already standing there waiting for the bus so I ran up
"A little early to be giving me a number don't you think? We don't
know the first things about each other."
"Don't get the idea that I want to go on a date or anything." She kind
of chuckled, "It's just an invitation to talk. You look like you could
use someone to talk to, and so we can get to know each other as we
"Fair enough." I agreed as the bus pulled up. We got on and sat next
to each other. She put her black backpack in front of her feet. It was
a simple back back, 3 pockets, but the inside was white and red. Kind
of made me wonder why she had so much black and red.
Before I could think about it any futher she looked up at me
and I saw her eyes, her strangely red eyes. I was a bit shocked at
first, and I think she could tell that I was a bit taken back. So she
just smiled and laughed explaining, "You're probably wondering about
my eyes. I'm albino. The lack of pigment makes them red, and makes me
skin unusually pale. Most people make fun of me for it but I just
"If you didn't explain that to me, I'd just might be afraid you were
about to chant something cause me to spontaneously combust. But that's
what I get for living in Hell." We both laughed.
"For someone seeming so shy you are pretty outgoing when someone talks
to you. But isn't there anyone from your gradeschool that goes here?"
"No, I went to a private christian school. The only friend, who was
also my neighbor, who was going to come here moved to Ohio."
She gave a half-hearted smile, "I know the feeling. I went to
a private gradeschool as well. I don't know anyone here either. You're
the first." Her smile became brighter, and then asked, "So do both of
your parents have red hair or blue eyes or something? That's a pretty
rare combo since both are so rare in the first place."
"Nope. Not any relatives I know of. I'm the only one in my family with
either, and I'm also probably going to be taller than the rest of my
She laughed, "Wow, are you sure you aren't adopted?" She
laughed a bit until she saw me look down with a zoned out look. "Oh...
I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"No, it's fine. I actually don't know if I'm adopted." She tilted her
head sideways like a confused dog, so I continued to explain. "Over
the summer my friend overheard his parents saying that my parents were
thinking about telling me something important, but were worried about
what it would do to me. I looked into it, but there is no record for
adoption. I have a birth certificate with the same last name as them
and everything, not a single adoption document in any of their files."
"Wow, wonder what they planned on telling you."
"Me too... especially since they still haven't told me."
We continued to talk beyond that, mostly about classes, and
how boring the history class was, especially whenever the teacher
would start monologuing about when he was a kid. It seemed like barely
a minute and we had already arrived at my house. So reluctantly I got
up, and just before I could walk away she said "I'll just pull out my
phone now, so when you text me I'll be ready." And she smiled.
When I walked into my house my parents were confused, but
content enough that I walked into the house with a huge smile, and not
entirely surprised when I said "See you at dinner." and disappeared
into my room. Instead of playing classical music, or even some kind of
"emo" my parents actually had to ask me to turn down my techno music,
and be more careful when dancing around my room after I almost knocked
the lamp over.
"CRAP I forgot to text her!" and I ran for my phone, tripping on the
blanket that fell off the bed while I was dancing.
"Are you OK, honey?"
As I pulled myself off the ground, holding my head, "Fine