Quotes added on Monday, March 12 2012

Chapter 1
Jenna's POV
2 years later
I slink unnoticed into the open classroom. The Pops the center of attention, as always. I mean, it's not that I begrudge them for it, better them than me, but they give themselves away so willingly. They're the popular girls that every school has. The ones that paint their faces in half a pound of makeup daily and practcally bathe in glitter. They make me want to scream. I mean, for heaven's sake! We're in 7th grade! The only clubs they should be hitting is Club Penguin! But whatever. I'm not supposedd to notice. I'm not supposed to care. They never wonder why I wear draping long sleeves every day. They don't ask why the palms of my hands are blackened by flame. Do they? No. I skirt around the jocks, who cringe away as I pass. The bravest one, Brad, jokingly pushes his buddy into me. His unlucky friend whimpers and darts away. As if the thought of touching me alone is to unbearable to comprhend. Ah, who am I kidding? I think scornfully. They don't comprehend anything. All they understand is football, if that. I slump limply into my seat. Hanging my head so that my face is hidden in a blanket of my long black hair. The back of the room is the safest lace for my kind. The uncared-for. Unwanted. Unloved. We're just a filthy burden to our families and what friends we may have, if any. Most of us are loners. The ones you see tucked away in the musty corner at lunch. The ones who skitter nervously in large crowds, unomfortable with the immense amount of people. That's us. That's me. Not that you care, right? I look down at my phone and sigh.
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