Sitting in the back of the classroom, I didn’t even look up as someone hurried in, just on time. I was listening to my iPod anyway. Well, that isn’t exactly true. I was constantly listening to my iPod so it was more of a background hum now, rather than actual music. It was like breathing: a steady, constant thing that never changes, and is never expected to change.
I didn’t like change anyway.
I stared at my hands silently, blankly. There were no thoughts going through my brain, just silence. And the steady hum of the music. Breathing.
“Class,” the teacher distracted me from my empty mindedness, “I’d like to introduce to you our new student.”
The words cut me like a knife being stabbed into my heart and then wrenched around a bit for good measure. Beside her stood a smiling girl. A new girl.
My eyes clouded as I imagined a different new girl; one that didn’t have blonde hair or an obviously upbeat personality.
No, my new girl was much different.
My knuckles were white from gripping the desk so hard.