LUCY
Someone is staring at me. I can just feel their eyes burning me. Can’t people just keep their eyes to themselves, come on we are not in the zoo. All day long they have been staring at my purple and green bruises. Well get used to seeing them people cause they won’t be gone for a while. I try looking around the cafeteria looking for the creep that can’t stop staring. I find them, or him. Seth Marshal. Our eyes lock onto each other. I wonder what he wants. A guy like him should not even know that I exist let alone stare at me. Oh let me guess the rumors of me being in a mental hospital got you hooked? (And what is up with that rumor? Mental Hospital? Please I would never even step 2 miles close to one).
Even though Seth is one of the star basketball players, he is one of the well know goody-goody Christian boys here. I really hope he doesn’t come over. Sorry buddy, I’m a lost cause... or so I’m told. Even when our eyes met he didn’t look away. What is going on... why am I surprised? Wasn’t this what I expect from almost everyone in this stupid school? Well that actually might be the answer... ALMOST everyone. I really thought that someone like him would be different. Now is one of those times where I wished I was telepathic. I would say to him "freak stop looking at me or I’ll set my boyfriend on you, you are giving me the creeps" Yup that’s what I would say. I laugh at my joke. I’m so funny, just thinking about "setting" Dominic on all of these wimps makes me laugh out loud. I stop and harden my glance at him.
I don’t know how long we were there staring at each other from across the room. You would think it would get awkward after a few minutes and one of us would look away, but we didn’t. Him staring at me is weird. He’s not looking at my bruises, just my eyes. We spent the whole lunch period staring. I didn’t even hear the bell ring. But out of my peripheral vision see everyone get up and walk to their next class. Seth was the first one to break contact. Ok, now that that is over let’s go to class shall we.
Have I mentioned how much I hate this school? I mean every school has there down sides but there are usually a few things that you can pick out that you like. But at this school no, there is nothing. Going to a prep school doesn’t make it any easier either. Everyone here is rich, snobby, and doesn’t care about anyone else in the whole school except themselves. Which I guess that I can be like that too, but not as bad. It’s more like I’m rich trash. My mother might have loads of money but to the people here think that I don’t deserve it because I don’t embrace it. Yeah whatever, I just try my best to stay away from every single person here.
Someone is staring at me. I can just feel their eyes burning me. Can’t people just keep their eyes to themselves, come on we are not in the zoo. All day long they have been staring at my purple and green bruises. Well get used to seeing them people cause they won’t be gone for a while. I try looking around the cafeteria looking for the creep that can’t stop staring. I find them, or him. Seth Marshal. Our eyes lock onto each other. I wonder what he wants. A guy like him should not even know that I exist let alone stare at me. Oh let me guess the rumors of me being in a mental hospital got you hooked? (And what is up with that rumor? Mental Hospital? Please I would never even step 2 miles close to one).
Even though Seth is one of the star basketball players, he is one of the well know goody-goody Christian boys here. I really hope he doesn’t come over. Sorry buddy, I’m a lost cause... or so I’m told. Even when our eyes met he didn’t look away. What is going on... why am I surprised? Wasn’t this what I expect from almost everyone in this stupid school? Well that actually might be the answer... ALMOST everyone. I really thought that someone like him would be different. Now is one of those times where I wished I was telepathic. I would say to him "freak stop looking at me or I’ll set my boyfriend on you, you are giving me the creeps" Yup that’s what I would say. I laugh at my joke. I’m so funny, just thinking about "setting" Dominic on all of these wimps makes me laugh out loud. I stop and harden my glance at him.
I don’t know how long we were there staring at each other from across the room. You would think it would get awkward after a few minutes and one of us would look away, but we didn’t. Him staring at me is weird. He’s not looking at my bruises, just my eyes. We spent the whole lunch period staring. I didn’t even hear the bell ring. But out of my peripheral vision see everyone get up and walk to their next class. Seth was the first one to break contact. Ok, now that that is over let’s go to class shall we.
Have I mentioned how much I hate this school? I mean every school has there down sides but there are usually a few things that you can pick out that you like. But at this school no, there is nothing. Going to a prep school doesn’t make it any easier either. Everyone here is rich, snobby, and doesn’t care about anyone else in the whole school except themselves. Which I guess that I can be like that too, but not as bad. It’s more like I’m rich trash. My mother might have loads of money but to the people here think that I don’t deserve it because I don’t embrace it. Yeah whatever, I just try my best to stay away from every single person here.
