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Chapter One: People

"Well, what are you waiting for? Pick them up you worthless freak."

It was just another normal day at the Biloxi high school. Exactly the same as it had been for the past years. Wake up, get dressed, shove some food in your mouth, and then jump onto the bus. Get off the bus, go to first period, and then between classes, get caught by Heather MC'Onald and her 'friends'. And that is where I was now.

I bent down to pick up her books that she had purposefully flung down while getting kicked in the side. Ugh. That's gonna leave a bruise .I immediately thought, wincing. I gingerly again attempted to pick up the books, but was thrown aside yet again.

"Oh, wait, let me think this over again," Heather said in her prissy little goodie two shoes voice. "I've changed my mind. I don't want a dirty little orphan like you touching my stuff." She whirled around, her waist length blonde hair whirling behind her, succeeding in smacking me in the face. My eyes briefly changed color, from a green to more of a sea blue. Although I didn't notice that then. One of her goons stayed behind to pick up her stuff and then trotted away after her. I glanced at her from my position on the floor, wishing that she would fall and break her leg. Not that that would happen.

I sighed, stood up, and wandered into the nurse's office, where she was already ready for me, fully equipped with a bandage and some alcohol.

"Hey Mrs. Mayan, how are you today?" I asked politely, trying not to gasp from the pain that dug into my ribs every time I took a step.

"I'm fine Sylvia, but that's not it. I'm more concerned if you're OK." She replied sourly, gesturing to an empty seat. I plopped myself down into it, gasping anyway. I lifted my shirt up, just enough to expose a long bruise expanding towards my bra strap. Mrs. Mayan gently touched it, and poured a little alcohol over it. While she did that, I reached over behind her and grabbed a bandage, wrapping it around my side. I grabbed a needle and thread, stitching the cloth securely so that it would stay in place throughout the day.

"So, have you considered what college you want to go to?" She inquired.

I pondered it for a second." I think that I'm going to go to Boston Medical. I already have a scholarship to go there, due to my 4.0 GPA. I'm only 16, yet I know how to do a brain surgery like the back of my hand. The people over there where practically on their hands and knees, begging me to take classes over there." I said. I stood up, wincing at the pain. I walked over to her desk, searching for some pain medication.

"That's great honey! You will be the best in your class!"

"No, it's not great. For once I want to normal. I want to be taught something I don't already know. I hate getting shunned at school, and I hate this life. I wish I could have been born differently." Looking out the window, I noticed the kids outside with Mr. Harrison, the gym teacher, playing volleyball. I smiled, watching how freely they were willing to play.

"Could you write me a pass to go home? It doesn't look like I'll be able to move around a lot today."

She nodded, pulling out a form and filling it out with expertise. She handed it to me, and I quickly swallowed the pain pills I had scavenged, yanking my backpack onto my back, and wandered out the door.

"Have a nice day Mrs. Mayan."

"You too, Sylvia. Take it easy today."

I walked out the door, scowling. I flipped my raven black hair out of my face. It was shoulder length. I always thought that it was easier to deal with when it was short. I looked down at my feet and noticed that my shirt was a little low, revealing a large bust. I pulled my shirt up quickly, not wanting anyone to notice. I didn't like people staring. People were greedy. People were rude. People wanted everything. People didn't understand. I remembered my last boyfriend, who was convinced that I was lesbian because I never wore revealing shirts or heels. But he hadn't gotten it. I just wasn't that type of person.

I truly believed that I did not belong in this world.

As I walked out of the school, I was bumped into by a stranger wearing a black trench coat. He fully rammed himself into me, successfully knocking me over.

"Hey, watch where you're going, idiot!" I snarled. But the man didn't stop. He continued to blow past me, disappearing into a classroom. I grumbled to myself. People also don't have respect for others personal space and boundaries.

I slowly got up from the floor, wincing. The guy had wacked my bruise, and now it was bleeding. But it could wait. As I slowly made my way to the bus stop on the corner of Florence and Diller Road, I noticed that there was a heavy object in my pocket. Curiously, I took it out and heaved it in my hand, feeling the weight.

"Well that's funny. I don't remember putting anything in my pocket this morning…"

I took out a little pair of scissors from my backpack, opening the strange, heavy package. As I cautiously opened it, I noticed something strange. I couldn't see myself. It was just a package floating in midair with a pair of scissors working on cutting the tape. I jumped up, surprised. Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.

What was supposed to be another normal day, turned out to not be so normal.