The other half of chapter four! Enjoy ___________________________________________________ Second period: English. The same girl was sitting behind me. I could FEEL her curiosity burning into the back of my head. And after yet another awkward introduction, the teacher starts rambling on and on about sentence structure and all that crap. I sigh and prop my chin on my fist. I already know all this stuff. As the teacher talks, the girl taps me on the shoulder. I ignore her. If anything could make this day worse, it’s a random girl asking about things that I call PRIVATE. She taps my shoulder again. I ignore her again, pretending to be paying attention. I try to avoid making friends at school. Or anywhere, really. And talking to this random girl might pull me into the friend zone. She taps again and says “hey! Psst!” I finally lose my patience. I whip around and throw all the daggers into my next words as possible. “WHAT!” I shout-whisper. She ignores the death in my tone. “Can I talk to you at lunch?” She asks. “No!” I say. She pauses and looks me up and down. “It’s life or death.” I hesitate. She’s obviously lying, but I kind of want to know why she wants to see me so much. If she wants to harm me, I can beat her up easy. I look at her for a minute. “Fine,” I mumble. She grins and nods approvingly, which makes me sick. I’m going to regret this. Lunch I make my way through the crowds in the lunchroom. Carrying a tray full of food through a hundred teenagers isn’t exactly the best combination. I finally am able to squeeze myself out of the never-ending conversations and body odor that makes up the school, and I find an empty table in the corner. As I set my tray down, I wonder if that girl forgot about me. I hope so. I look disdainfully down at my lunch, which is supposed to be meat loaf, but looks more like mashed potatoes mixed with chocolate milk then turned solid. I keep myself from gagging. “Is anyone sitting here?” I look up. There’s the girl, with another girl I don’t recognize. She has sort of honey-ish toned skin, with short black hair and a silver nose ring. I cringe. Ugh. More people. Socialism is gross. Also nose rings. Bleach. Without waiting for my consent, the first girl slams her tray down onto the table. The other girl does the same, but softer. “April O’ Neil.” She points to herself. “Sunita.” She gestures back to the other girl, who waves in a friendly-ish way. I don’t understand gestures. If they’re meant to be friendly, why is there a sign for bad words? I’m telling you, its crazy. I wave half-heartedly. “Yayoi Kusama,” I say. “We know,” says April O’ Neil. “We have some questions.” She puts her fingers together the way villains do in movies. Sunita does too. I roll my eyes. After a while I realize they’re waiting for me to say something. “What,” I say. “First question,” says April. “Why did you move?” I’m kind of surprised she’s cutting to the chase so fast. But I’m still annoyed. “Um,” I say. “Because Arizona is hot.” She narrows her eyes at me. Sunita does the same. Oh my gosh, they’re almost twins. I’m starting to get even more annoyed. I can almost feel my scales under my disguise turning a bright orange. I narrow my eyes back at them. I wonder what would happen if I just left. “Next question,” she says, snatching me out of my train of thought. “Are you in association with any mystic business?” I know what she means. I just don’t know how she would know about ‘Mystic Business.’ “Not anymore,” I say. Argh, why did I say that? You can't give her clues to your past, Yayoi! She nods knowingly. I watch as Sunita writes something down on a notebook. I should destroy that notebook. I should punch her in the face, grab that notebook, and burn it in the lunch lady’s pizza oven. But… Something about these girls… NO! I internally punch myself. No friends. But to be fair, they don’t seem like the enemy type. More like the wants-to-be-your-friend-but-if-you-hurt-someone-they-care-about-you’re-dead type. And to be honest, as much as I hate thinking it, I MIGHT like those types maybe three percent more than I like the average person. Which I guess is a big deal, if you’re me. April still looks like she’s trying to be menacing, but I catch a hint of curiosity in her eyes. Then she closes her eyes and looks down, pausing as if she’s about to say something mind-blowing. She opens them and looks up at me. “Do you know of any mutants?” Um…wow. This girl is just getting more and more interesting. “Or Yokai, or any of that stuff?” Adds Sunita. I’m impressed they came to that conclusion so fast. I look at them and surprise myself by almost telling the truth. But I stop myself. I have just met these girls. All I know about them is their names and that one of them is a news reporter. Actually, I don’t even know why I got myself into this mess is the first place. A REPORTER? That’s the last thing I need. I shake myself. “No,” I say simply. Then I pick up my tray and find a different table.
That’s all of chapter four! Yay (:
