Innocence

It is 2:05 AM. and what am I doing? Writing a freaking paper for English. I could just go to sleep right? WRONG! I can't. This paper is due today. But I guess this is what I get for being lazy and not wanting to do my homework over the weekend.

BUT WHO ASSIGNS HOMEWORK OVER A FOUR DAY WEEKEND? Mr. Nowel that's who. I am so sleep deprived and my brain hurts so much. So i decided to give in and I fell asleep right then and there.

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I dreamed about teachers being in the students place and the students are in the place of the teachers. It was total chaos.

It was amazing!

Im not normally one to love chaos but when it comes to school, anything that disrupts it is my bestfriend.

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I wake up to my mom gently shaking me.

"Wake up baby. Time to get ready for school." she says.

My mom is normally calm and very nice. Its very rare for her to get mad although I've never seen her get mad before. She is patient with everyone and I never in my life have ever heard her curse so I feel there is no need to. Ever. I haven't cursed before either. My mom once told me, "We speak words for a reason and cursing doesn't help any given situations."

I wake up with a bunch of slob all over my arm and face.

What time is it and what time did I go to sleep? I ask myself.

"Get ready quickly. Your breakfast is going to get cold." my mom says.

"Okay. See you downstairs." I say as shes walking out.

I go to the bathroom and do my business. Then i look at myself in the mirror. 5 feet tall (I know I'm really short to be 16 but not all of us are blessed with tallness so don't judge me.) so I'm not even halfway as tall as my mirror but as far as I can see, I'm good.

I wash my face and brush my teeth then floss like I do everyday. My hazel eyes complement my pale honey skin and long wavy dark brown hair.

I leave the bathroom and put on an basic outfit that is appropriate for the season. I throw on some white shorts and a white noodle string lace loose fitted top with some black converse. Then I put my hair up in a bun and but on a black lace headband. (I love lace!!)

I grab my Pink bookbag and run downstairs. My mom made waffles with strawberries on top. I grab some orange juice and eat.

After eating I hug my mom and leave. I can't be late. It would mess up my perfect permanent record.

I walk into the school silently hyping myself up for another day of school. YAAAAYYY!! (Queue the sarcasm.)

My friend Margie walks up to me.

"Hey Skylar." she says.

"Hey Marge." I respond.

"Ready for another day of trash 101 with Mr. Nowel?" she says and I laugh.

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't." I say. Now its her turn to laugh.

"Preach, girl."

We arrive at my locker and I grab my textbook and notebooks I need for science, my first period.

I close my locker and head to class with Margie.

"So, you know that new kid Brian." Margie asks.

I nod my head in response.

"He made a complete fool of himself yesterday in my math class."

"Leave him alone. I know what it's like to be the new kid in a big school li-" I started to say but got knocked down by a jock jerk. All of my things got knocked out of my hand and bag.

"Watch it weirdo." says the guy who knocked me down.

"Really." I mumble while I pick up my things.

"What was that? Did I hear the loser mumble something?" he asks me.

"Leave her alone idiot." Margie says.

No no no. Margie don't get yourself involved in this.

"What the hell did you say to me? Do you know who I am?"

"No I don't know who you are and I don't care." Margie says.

The guy steps forward.

"I'm Mason."

Margie steps forwards too.

"Didn't I just say I don't care."

I quickly hop in front of Margie.

"Stop. Please stop." I say, hoping she listens to me. But she doesn't. She keeps going.

"Don't mess with my friend again jerkwad." she says.

I pull her away and we make our way through the crowd that had formed sometime while they were arguing.

"Can you believe him? Like, who does that to people?" Margie says.

"Thank you for sticking up for me but can we just drop it?" I ask trying to resolve the problem.

"Fine if that's what you want." she says shrugging.

"Thank you." I say. "Now we really need to go to class."

Margie and I have first and third period together. Science for first Ela third.

We walk in and take our seats in the middle of the classroom.

Dr. Collins starts the class so Margie and I pay attention. But our attention is cut short because in walks Mr. Confident himself.

You guessed it. Mason.

He walks in with a breathtaking grin on his face. Mason gives Dr. Collins a sheet then a teacher appears him. Suddenly, Mason turns his gaze on me. He looks Dead. At. Me. I try avoiding his stare by turning my atttention to the two teachers conversating.

I'm only able to catch a few words but enough to piece things together.

Being loud... Annoying students... Trouble... Transfer.

So I guess her was being bad, annoying other students, and constantly getting in trouble so he had to be transferred to this class.

The teacher who followed Mason tells him to find a seat. Of course the one day Jamie isn't here, (the girl who sits by me) freaking Mason pops up.

Im sure you guys already know he sat by me. When he sits down he turns and looks at me with a blank face. Don't forget he is like 6 feet tall so he has to look down at my short figure. (Just like everyone else.)

I push my glasses up and look up at him.

"Hey." Mason says.

Is he talking to me?