Like Forever (Seattle)

I watched from the corner of my eye as New Kid left the bathroom, and waited a few seconds before following.

I hated myself.  Absolutely, positively hated myself.  But more than that, I hated them.  I was sick of having to push everyone away.  I wanted to talk with someone, someone I could get along with, and hang out with.  I wanted the childhood that they stole from me.

I pushed past the crowd of people surrounding me, wanting to get back to my class.  I felt much better now.  That's another reason I hated them.  They changed me into this thing that I can't control.  The shifting has become addicting, and each day it gets harder to stay.

I looked up to find a girl glaring at me.  Her name was Eleanor Mintz, sixteen years old. She had seven brothers and sisters; she was the middle child. I've never met her before, but I knew everything about her. I shuddered, thrown off guard by the rush of information.  She arrived here two months ago, but I didn't understand why she'd be glaring at me.

I looked back down at my feet again, concentrating on not walking in any spilled drinks or something the freshman may have littered in their hallway.

I looked up again to feel more eyes boring through me.  I began to feel uncomfortable, and wanted nothing more than to just escape.  I fought off the urge to shift into an bug and suddenly disappear.  But I didn't feel like being trampled by a million and one students.

Despite how it felt like forever, I reached my seat in my fifth period class after a long two minutes.

Mr. Tanner appeared in the door way with the new kid from lunch.  "Here you are," he said with an awkward smile.

"Thanks."  New Kid put his schedule back in his back pocket. I knew what it was instantly.  And again, I felt light-headed from the second rush of information in a short period of time.

His schedule went something like: computer apps, algebra two, french a, art, C lunch, honors history, honors english, and chemestry essentials.

My shoulders slumped with grievous disappointment.  My last three classes were with the New Kid.

I looked around the room, scanning for any other available seats he might take other than the one next to me.  I came up with nothing. 

He didn't seem to notice me until Ms. Laney pointed to unoccupied seat.  His face fell a moment, but he looked determined to not let this bring him down.  I was impressed.  Anyone else would have asked, discreetly, if they could have switched with someone else.

"Nice to see you again Seattle," he greeted as warmly as he could manage. I ignored him to the best of my ability.  There's a reason I push everyone away, and it took everything I had to remind myself of that.

The End

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