Glow

 

So.
You like to talk about
me behind my back, eh? 
Didn't they tell you Revenge is my top quality?

 

 

 

 

 

Then as I'm trying to get it somebody on their bike rides past and says "Hey." very quietly, I look over the top of my car and it's Brandon, "Oh, hey, I didn't see- AH!" I found myself on the ground belly side up.

"Are you okay?"

I'm laughing so hard I can't even speak, but when I finally calm down I sigh and he laughs a little.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to clean my windshield."

"Why?"

"Somebody's more talkative now than Chemistry."

"Well.  I'm shy at first."

"I see that." I smile and he smiles back.

"I can help you..if you want."

"You want to do this!?" I give him a funny look.

"If you need help I do."

"Alright."

We get started and we talk a lot, it's so weird how he was so shy today and so talkative.  He probably felt bad that he didn't say anything.  We talk and talk and work and work, and we get to the point where he asks me what happend to my windshield.

"Tara spray painted the word 'FREAK' on it.  Well, at least I'm pretty sure thats who did it."

"Oh.  Well, that's not nie of her."  He says in a worried voice.

"Yeah, I get used to it."

We finish and he leaves riding his bike down the street, I watch him leave and let the feelings for him

start to develop.

 

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Careful.

Chapter 2 part one.

 

"Do you have any spray paint remover?  Like a large bottle?"  I asked the Hardware lady helping me.

"Well...I'm new here.  Let me ask Cheryl." She said looking at the counter, and she started walking toward the counter and asked her if she could help me find spray paint remover.

"Well, sure I will!"  She gave me a big smile and she walked through isles while I followed.

Well, we ended up not finding any except for itty-biddy jobs.

"Sorry we oculdn't find any."  Cheryl made a smile that sad she was sorry and hit her palms to the sides of her pants.

"It's fine," I gave her a smile and said good-bye then started to head home.

When I got home I went into my garage and opened the door because it was smelly in there.

I texted my bestfriend Ashley and she was still sick.  She has bright blonde hair and brown eyes.  She's insanely pretty and nice.  Did I also mention she was funny?  Well, I'll describe myself.

I have long brown hair and green eyes, I'm not goth nor emo.  I'm the kind of style where I would wear gladiator sandals and light denim short with a baggy 'Paris' shirt and like five braclets with a lot of different rings.  A lot of people say I remind them of Colbie Caillat.  Even though she has blue eyes. 

 

I pull my car out of the garage and get the hose and some car soap stuff and turn the radio on not too loud but in the middle of loud and soft.  I scrub as hard as I can on the windshield.  And it doesn't come off very easily.  I sigh and work harder, and as soon as I know it, I'm on the hood trying to get the other side of the windshield.

 

Sorry, it had too many characters so I put it into two parts!

 

 

Careful.

Chapter 1

 

 

I walked down the hall quietly, without a sound.  Gathering my things I forgot for Chemistry class.  No one was in the hall, so the hall was quiet too.  Until a voice behind me said,

"Hello, Freak."  It was Tara.  The most popular girl in school.

I didn't listen to that skanky girl and just went to class.  I mean, I felt bad for what she said, but Tara has always made fun of me.  I kept walking faster and faster, making sure I kept a fast pace.

"Oh, did you forget your things?  Poor little Stella.  Or should I say, Slutta."  She tried again in a mean voice.

I tried not to care about the words she just said, but it hurt.  It's hard to get used to.  I ran now, so she wouldn't catch up.  But she followed taking her platform heels off.  I looked down at my feet.  My converse hitting the ground and making a patting noise.  I heard her running.  Although she was wearing a tight skirt and a tube top she ran fast, hense she's in trac.  She caught up to me and pushed me to the ground, then slipped her platforms back on and before I could get up, Tara stepped on my stomach.  The heel part piercing my stomach, enough to bruise.

"Get away from me!"  I yelled.

She didn't care for my words.  But when she was done, she walked away like she didn't do a single thing.  I sat up on my elbows and narrowed my eyes in her direction.  I picked up the scatterd things on the floor and went to class like nothing happened.  When I got there people were talking and everyone was working.  I didn't have a partner but I knew what we were doing.  I went up to Mr. Adam's and asked, "Who's my partner?"

He replied with, "Brandon."

He was a guy I've never really met before.  He was shy and had brown shaggy hair.  Dark emerald eyes and wasn't the most muscular guy, but he had muscles.  I looked over and he looked up to see me watching, then quickly looked down again, ignoring my glance.  I walked over going down the rows to the last desk in the back corner.  Two stools with no backs on them were placed behind the island.  I sat on the chair and put my safety goggles on, then looked at the sheet.

We are supposed to test liquids and make 3 different kinds of formulas.

"Ok, let's get started!" I said awkwardly taking a test tube and looking at our sheet we are supposed to follow.  I took some liquid and poured it in the glass test tube.

"You can pour the other two in to make number one." I said looking over at him, trying to make eye-contact.  He was playing with his braclet.  It said 'Brandon' on it.

"Fine."  He sighed.

"Don't you want safety goggles on?"

"I don't need them."  He snapped, making me shut up.

But I ignored it.

He poured them in while I held the glass tube just incase it didn't fall over.

I put filled in the circle that said Test 1 done:.

"Okay class!  Times up!  We'll finish on Friday."

On Tuesdays Chemistry was my last class so I gathered my things and was about to say 'See you tomorrow.' to Brandon but he had already left.  So I slid on my backpack and left the classroom, walking down the hall to my locker to put my safety goggles away.

Then I walked out of the building to my car and saw the words

'FREAK' spray painted on the windshield of my car.

I sighed and then let my shoulders hang as I got into the car.

 

Ok!!  Hoped you like it, (:  Feedback please!  Sorry I didn't do a prologue,

I just don't feel like doing one... 

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