I stare at the clock, watching the red hand drag itself across each and every black line, and I swear it’s going slower every time it tries to move; almost as if its energy seeps out from its thin figure, dying from the 24 hour 7 days a week job that allows it no rest.  I tear my eyes away from the clock to look out of the monstrous classroom window.  The bare trees sway from side to side, the force of the bitter winds arching their achy backs.  Crystalized water falls from the sky and lands on the glass, melting as soon as it makes contact with the warm surface.  Sometimes I wonder whether two snowflakes are really never the same.

The piercing sound of the last bell wakes me from my trance and I get up from my seat to gather together my stuff.  The hustling and bustling of the hallways zoom past me, the students and their colorful clothing fuse into a rainbow just whizzing around my head.  Of course, none of them take notice of me.  I’m a mass of useless veins and organs, taking up valuable space and monopolizing oxygen that could be put to better use.  

I snap out of my self loathing long enough to change my books in my locker.  After bundling up in the new aqua scarf my mom bought me for my birthday and the peacoat I’ve had for years now, I take off down the hallway.  The corridors are nearly empty now, the whurring of enthusiastic students spilling the latest gossiping about who slept with whom has died down to sparse groups of students doing homework around their lockers.  I pass by the Math lab whose sign has been oh-so-cleverly changed to “Meth Lab” after some brilliant student decided to cross out the A with a blue gel pen.

I pass by the janitor’s closet, woman’s bathroom, and Physics room until I come upon the abandoned music room.  For some reason, the lights in the classroom-which I’m suprised are still working- shine through the glass door, illuminating the hall.  I pass by and peek inside, thinking maybe a ghost has taken over the school, but then remember that this school is probably the crappiest there is.

Instead of a ghost I see a person standing in the middle of the classroom.  Sadly, their back is facing me so I can’t get a good look at their face.  What I do see is short, honey brown hair dusted with blonde.  I don’t notice I’ve been staring for a while until the figure turns, revealing it’s small, porcelain skinned face.  

Crap I must seem like the creepiest thing ever right now.

I prepared myself for the worst, ready for the doll-faced beauty to shoo me away.  I braced my body for the pain of his words to pierce through my skin and rattle my body.  I watched his pools of deep brown gaze into mine, and he does something no one has ever done before.

His wide brown eyes turn into small crescents, cheeks pushing up against the bags of his eyes, and the corners of his lips curling upward.

He smiled.

A/N
wow first chapter
sorry it's short, but another one's coming!