of her followers. She stared at me with curiosity as I approached. Had it already started? Had she already heard how crazy I was?
She watched me as I approached the door, smirking to her court.
“You’re new, aren’t you?” She asked as soon as I was close enough.
At my old school, it would have been exciting for a cheerleader to speak to me, but my experiences there taught me to be wary. Cheerleaders were another breed and should always be approached with caution.
“Yes,” I said, guarded. “I’m Becca McCalliseter.”
“I didn’t ask what your name was loser.” Ashley snickered, obviously pleased with herself for the set up. Her friends giggled with her. I watched them turn and go down the hall only slightly stinging from their rejection.
I was right, even here, cheerleaders are another breed. Could the day get any worse?
I walked in as the bell rang, taking my seat just as Mrs. Temple began class. Ally turned in her seat to throw me a questioning look, but the teacher called on her and she had to face the front again. I breathed a sigh of relief, but I knew that my reprieve was short-lived.
I was dreading lunch. I knew I had to say something to explain, but I wasn’t sure what it would be. Part of me wanted to just blurt out the entire story, but the more rational part of me knew that it would be social suicide.
Mrs. Temple began her introduction to the thematic elements of Hamlet . I tried to concentrate on the lesson, I really did, but my mind kept wandering between what to tell Ally and the mysterious apparition in my room. No matter what I did, I kept going back to that man standing in the shadows.
Every detail was becoming clearer as the fear ebbed away. His skin, if that’s what it was supposed to be, was smooth and poreless. There was an illusion of stubble on his chin, but it was very faint. His brown hair had glittered with bronze as if an unseen light was playing across the strands. And then there were those eyes…Those soulful blue eyes that never wavered until he faded away into the blackness.
It must have been obvious I was day dreaming because Mrs. Temple called on me every few minutes. I gave my answers, grateful I paid attention last year at my old school when we studied the play, and then went back to thinking about those intense blue eyes.
Who was he? Where did he come from?
I jumped when the lunch bell rang, giving Ally the quick excuse that I forgot my lunch in my locker. I didn’t wait for her to offer to walk with me. I was out the door and down the hall before she could get up from her desk.
I knew she was waiting for me to explain, but my first thought was finding somewhere to hide until lunch was over. The problem was, being new to the school, if there were any good hiding places; I didn’t know where they were yet. I decided I couldn’t hide forever, so I got my lunch out of my locker and went to face my new friends.
When I got to the cafeteria, Ally and Billie were already there waiting for me. I could only assume that by the way they were leaning towards each other so secretively as they whispered, that Ally was filling Billie in on what I had said that morning. I thought about turning around and walking back out the door, but Billie spotted me and waved. Ally turned and saw me and began frantically motioning me to come over and sit down.
Seeing no way to escape, I walked over and sat down. “Hey guys, what’s up?”
They both looked at me like I just grew two heads. Billie let her hands drop to the table, “Don’t be cute. Ally said that you told her something happened last night after we left.”
“I didn’t say that exactly.” I mumbled.
Ally fidgeted in her chair, “No, but you kind of sort of did.”
There was no use in trying to deny it. My one moment of carelessness put me on the spot, but I still didn’t want to be the creepy crazy girl so I downplayed it all as
Stephanie Hoffman McManus