Nobody to Somebody

Chapter 6

Kyla's P.O.V
Okay, Kyla. This is what you've been waiting for. All the ambitions, dreams, and fantasies are leading to this very moment.

"What are you waiting for?" Willow asked, looking at me with a weird expression on her face. I've been looking at the door for about 5 minutes, contemplating whether or not I am too early. Am I too late? I'm probably thinking about this too much.

"Nothing. Just, are you sure it's okay to leave them alone?" I asked for the 100th time worriedly because the last time we left Milo alone with the baby, let's just say Willow does not have a TV anymore. I really have a bad feeling about leaving them alone.

"Relax, we need to go to school sometime." She said, pushing me to get inside class.

The classroom was a wide amphitheater that was going to be amplified by our teacher's voice.

The desks were brand new and white. They weren't any single scratches or doodle, just prestige white. There were not any posters, just atmospheric air that smelled of strict non-tolerance education and possibly some jocks.

"Am I dreaming?" I sighed dreamily as I proceeded to the seat in the middle, not too far for me, not to far from the teacher and not too close for the teacher to pick on me.

"Maybe." Willow snapped me back to reality, giving me my small backpack. I like to call it my adventure backpack because it has been with me since middle school, and my story seems to check out since it now looks like a sack.

"You didn't really have to accompany me here." I said as I checked my bag for everything. Notebook, calculator, for some reason, textbook, and a pen. Something is missing, but I couldn't seem to point my finger on it.

"I did. You're my best friend." She smiled, but something glistened in her eyes as she gave me a sad smile. It was as if she was trying to hide her misery or worry with an external facade that could fool anyone but me. I should know, I always have one.

"What's wrong?" I asked worriedly as I narrowed my eyes to try and read her.

"Nothing. Just... have fun." She quickly went away before I could answer that.

Something is wrong, and I plan to find it out. I went to my seat and I rummaged through my bag for my glasses but I remembered my glasses sort of broke because Milo and I were playing, and it got out of hand. I could see just it's just so hard to make out some words. I'll be fine. I mean, who needs to see, am I right?

"Sky, please take me back." I guy who had dirty blond hair and blue eyes came to me. I turned to look at him with an arched eyebrow and thin lips for me not to say something I might soon regret. I have made a lot of enemies for being too honest or not even paying attention to what they were saying.

He was about 6'3 and he had a scar on his right cheek as if he was just beaten up. He looked worn out, and his eyes were pleading with him. I've never seen him before, it might be a college jock or something like that.

"I'm not -" I started, but he interrupted me. I let out an inaudible sigh.

"I know, I know, but if you just give me another chance, I'll be better." He caressed my cheek, but I smacked his hand away. I do not like being touched in any way, and his hand was too rough.

"If you're done, I wanted to say that I'm Kyla, not Skyler. There's a difference, bud." I turned my head to the teacher now coming in. It was a female. This must be my lecturer for the year.

"Oh. You're the nerdy twin." He said, sliding in a seat next to me. I could remember that annoying voice now. It was Dylan. Skyler and him made a nice couple, but ever since he went to college before she did, they grew apart, and it didn't seem to affect Sky as much as it affected Dylan.