Name: Rayne Alexa Myra
Location: St. Paul, Minnesota
My grade in Social Studies: D
"No." I say simply.
"Oh come on. Please?" Kariana says.
"No way. Why can't you do it?"
"Becauseee...you know I've already had like twenty detentions this year." Confused yet? Meet Kariana, one of my best friends. She's trying to get me to write "Loser" in permanant marker on Mr. Pater's head while he's taking one of his study hall naps.
"Well, too bad. He knows my handwriting all too well."
"How do you know?"
"Because I do."
"You don't really know."
"I do, too."
"No, you don't."
"Don't know what?" Harver pipes in, walking up to us with his backpack lugged over his shoulder. I take a good look at Harver. His dark brown hair is covering his eyes slightly. And those bluish goldish eyes? I mean, I don't know anyone who wouldn't fall for them. Except for me of course. Nope, I would never fall for them. NEVER.
"Nothing Harver..." Kariana says and then turns to me,"Oh come on!! Pleasee??" She whispers to me.
"No!" I tell her and then to Harver I say,"She's trying to get me to do the permanant marker stunt that she did last year." I roll my eyes. Harver laughs.
"That again? He'll know it's you." He says.
"No, he won't. How do YOU know?" Kariana says.
"Because I know."
"Told you Kariana." I say. Kariana stomps down the hallway, but not before Harver adds(yelling down the hallway to her),"Awww...I love you too!" I crack up.
"That was special." I tell him.
"Was it? Cause you know I was gonna go for something more smart allecky."
"Nah, I think you hit the spot." He smiles.
"We still going to the movies this weekend?" He asks.
"Yea, but Kariana doesn't know if she's gonna make it. Her parents are trying to make her go to another church thing." I tell him.
"That sucks." He says. I nod. Then he whispers in my ear,"How's the bruise?" I know clearly to what he's referring to. My stepfather had punched me the other night on my stomach. There was a big bruise. Harver was the only one in the world that knew about my stepfather beating me. I really trust Harver. He has been my friend since we were in diapers. That was way before my mom became a drunk.
"Healing nicely." I say. I can still feel his warm breathe on my ear. He nods.
"So, guess I'll see you in third period math?" He asks.
"Yep. See you later." I say, walking down the hall to first period Social Studies. My LEAST favorite subject, and worst. Plus we have this really cranky old lady as our teacher. I can feel Harver's eyes on me as I walk into Social Studies and take a seat.
"Rayne." Mrs. Letrick says.
"Huh?" I say, looking up from my doodles.
"Columbus. What year did he find America? You should know this...it was to be learned in 8th grade."
"Umm...well you see...do I need to be extra specific?"
"Yes. What year?"
"1492, Ms. Myra. Thank you."
"Hey no problem." I get a few laughs out of this, and a glare from Mrs. Letrick. That's when her head turns towards the door and in steps a new guy. He has medium lengthed, wavy, black hair that reaches about his chin. He has porcelain white skin and icey blue eyes. He looks directly at me when he walks in. He smirks.
"Can I help you?" Mrs. Letrick asks.
"Yea. I'm new." The kid replies. Mrs. Letrick goes to her desk and picks up a clipboard.
"Ty Hender." He says, returning his gaze to me. Mrs. Letrick makes a mark on the paper.
"Good. Why don't you have a seat by Ms. Myra over there." She says, pointing to the empty seat beside me. He smirks, revealing his white teeth, and sits next to me.
"Ty." He whispers to me, holding out his hand. I glare at him. I take a moment to look at his hand, then return to his eyes.
"Rayne." I say, without looking away from his eyes. He shrugs, realizing I'm not going to take his hand, and I look back up at Mrs. Letrick. I feel his eyes on me and I feel full of flames. Who does this kid think he is?
Name: Rayne Alexa Myra