Seventeen

We were sat in Rollin's car on the way to school, after going to my house to pick up my bag. Thankfully, his mum was driving so we were sticking to the speed limit. Rollin was sat in the passenger seat with his iPod on full blast as usual. Spike was sat next to me, holding my hand in his lap. Rollin's mum gave us a quick glance and smiled.

We got out and wandered in to school. Everyone grinned at me when they saw me, even people I hardly knew or just didn't like. I pushed open the door to our form room and everyone just flocked around us.

"Are you okay, Ingrid?" asked Evy.

"Ingrid, how are you?" asked someone else.

Everyone was talking to me at once and I couldn't deal with it.

"I'm fine," I snapped before calming down. "Really. I'm alright now. I would quite like to get to my seat though."

They moved back to where they had been and carried on doing whatever it was they were doing. I sat down and put my feet up on the table as usual. Spike sat next to me, still holding my hand.

"Planning to tell me your dream then?" he asked.

I blushed. "I don't need to."

"No, but I want you to say it anyway."

Rollin sat forward. "What have I missed?"

I shook my head. "Doesn't matter."

"Fine, you guys just ignore me then," he muttered.

"Oh, we will, don't worry," laughed Spike.

Registration passed without incident, though Mr Robinson didn't tell me to get my feet off the table. After that, we went to our next lesson. For some people it was home economics textiles, for everyone else it was home economics food. Spike, Rollin and I, as well as one half of the class went to the home ec room.

We were making lemon muffins and because Spike and I didn't have ingredients we were given them by the teacher Mrs Smith. Spike and I were sharing a work station. We were halfway through making them and most of the others already had theirs in the oven. The entire room was boiling from the heat of the ovens.

"Is it just me or is it hot in here?" I asked, slamming my hands down on the work surface.

"Just you," Spike said teasingly, looking up at me. I playfully smacked his arm. "What? It's true."

"Just shut up," I mumbled.

He threw his arms around my waist and pulled me to him, putting his chin on my shoulder. I laughed and held his hands.

"Can you get back to work please?" Mrs Smith asked contemptuously.

 I blushed and peeled Spike's arms from around my waist. I smiled at him and went back to preparing the muffins.

It wasn't long before they were in the oven and I was sat down, writing an evaluation. Spike dropped his book next to me and sat in the seat beside me. I was flicking my pen across the desk, thinking about my 'condition', or lack there-of.

I felt like an outsider again, just a different type. Before I found out there were others like me, I was the freaky little girl that got followed around by dogs. Then, when I found David, I was still the freaky little girl, but I belonged somewhere. Now... Now, I was neither.

The End

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