I'd like to think that this time will be different. A new school a new me. Harmon High School didnt know me. I get ready, filling my ragged backpack up with the few supplies I have. I don't want to go through all the whispered talk about how I'm a freak. I know that I am. All I have to do is look into their minds to see how much they hate me.

First day at school and I already have an assigned seat. How the hell is that possible. I slide down in my seat and try to act invisible. It isn't hard. I was just getting settled in when a guy walkes up to me. "Youre in my seat." He says. I look up at him and he gasps.

"Mindreader..." He mumbles under his breath and stands his ground. He is a mind reader too, I can tell. I establish a mental link. "You betcha." I say and the teacher stands up. "Evan, you sit in front of Miss Collins." He says and Evan shuffles forward and slumps into his seat with a huff.

I hate school. "I'm glad to see you out of detention. Try to stay out." Mr. Damon, our teacher, says.

Evan rolls his eyes and I can tell he doesnt care. I roll my eyes also, knowing how he's feeling.

"I'd hate to think that you like detention." I tell him and he visibly jerks in his seat. I let out a chuckle. I can tell it irritates him when I do that. Mr. Damon hands out worksheets and sets us to work. I myself hate science no matter how good I am at it.

I get to work and I can feel the tension in the classroom. The only empty desk left is to my left and I can only wonder who will sit there.

It just so happens that our teacher chooses that time to step out of the classroom. A coincidence that a stuck up looking girl chooses to saunter on over too. "So you found a new piece of white trash to attach yourself to?" Ths girl asked Evan and he shrugs his shoulders as he takes out a bottle of water. What the hell is that supposed to mean?

"If its any consultation to you it wasn't consensual." I add and Evan chokes on his water. The mean girl rolls her eyes. "Whatever, wait until she hears about it." The girl says, hurrying away as the teacher starts walking back.

Ughh. I hate stuck up girls. I had to put up with them at my last school and broke one of their arms. Now that was consensual.

As usual I get done with my worksheet first. Who knows that there could be paragraphs about isotopes for poor High school brains. My last class the tried teaching us college leveled stuff and got mad when everyone couldnt understand it.

I stare out the classroom window and the bright spring day and watch the wind blow the grass blades to and forth.

On an inspirated note I write down a passage in my small journal for later. I write all my thoughts down for later dates so that I can organise them into something comprehensible.

I sneak a candy bar out of a zippered bag and munch contentedly on it, stopping when I look up and see Evans outstreached hand. "Its rude not to share." He says, almost innocently, making me pull out another candy bar to place into his hand. It is quickly followed by the rustling of the cellophane wrapper before he starts crunching on it. At least he didnt think I had cooties.

It just goes to show that a bad boy can be nice when he wants to. I glance back down and i suddenly hit in the face by his wrapper. I had to sigh and roll my eyes. The kindness only stretches so far. I pack up my things, anticipating the sound of the bell ringing. The speackers crackle. "Adriana Collins please report to the main office, Adriana Collins."  I stand up and and walk out of the classroom after turning I'm my work.