Broken Wings

Chapter Three~ "Trouble in paradise?"

Chapter three.

“Anna!” Tristan gasped a little late as I, who was distracted by my mindless dreaming about my hero, had put the fork that I had been playing around with today’s school kill into my mouth.

It was too late and It’d had already touched my tongue and made me feel sick with disgust. The rough, slightly gooey texture strangled my tongue and made me gag.

Opening my mouth and un-loading the vile food back onto my plate, I noticed Tristan was laughing his face off.

He was right yesterday; it really did taste like elephant crap.

“Disgusting” Hope snickered from behind me. After wiping my mouth with my sleeve I turned around to face her.

“Yes, yes you are” I laughed and I could see the shock of the whole canteen that I’d actually answered back. Where the hell was this confidence coming from? I’d suddenly changed into a bitch that would usually be one of Hope’s best friends.

Hope laughed, brushing off the insult like it was second nature. “That’s rich coming from you, scrawny!” She snickered and grabbed my horrible stick thin arm. Pulling it away with much more force than Hope had foreseen, she went stumbling a few steps backwards.

“Hah. And that coming from you, chubs?”  I snarled, referring to her perfect weight that she protected quite strongly. Defensively she pulled her top up halfway to prove she hardly any tummy fat. The boys in the room were all drooling at the sight of her tummy, as she teased them by not pulling her top up any further they all sighed with disappointment.  “I don’t think anyone hired a prostitute today, Hope, you’re out of luck” I did a fake sigh of shame and then got up and walked out into the corridors. Everyone was completely in hysterics at my insult, due to the fact vicious rumours had been spread a while back that she was a prostitute, of course they weren’t true.

“Whoa, what was that?” Tristan came running up next to me and I shrugged. Every time he spoke to me I thought of last night and how he held me… and how I didn’t care about him anymore because of my hero…

I could hardly even look into his now because of that. I’d lost everything I’d felt for Tristan for the lust I had with this mysterious guy I’d probably made up.   But I hadn’t made it up, I was positive someone had dragged me and Tristan out of the way of the truck. If he had been my imagination then that wouldn’t be possible and we’d be dead… right?

I was too wound up in my thoughts to care where I was walking and I ended up walking straight into Principle McMills. She was most defiantly the scariest teacher anyone could ever have.

“Miss Hayworth! Watch where you are going!” She boomed and half of the people in the hallway turned to look.  Her voice was deafeningly loud and could make even one of the confident pupils shake in their boots. Looking up warily, I noticed she was still standing in front of me, waiting for an apology.

“I’m s-sorry.” I mumbled, scurrying around her and leaning up against my locker. Tristan stood opposite me.  For a moment he just stared at me but as our eyes connected I felt nothing of what I’d felt before. I’d be swooning right now, or even blushing my heart but right now all I saw were Tristan’s eyes.  I thought once again my hero… Did he have a name?

Of course he had a name, everyone had a name!

And how did he disappear like that? Was he some sort of vampire?

Okay, my obsession over vampires had always led me to want to fall in love with one and live a life worth writing a novel about, like ‘Twilight’ but my hopes had always been crushed by the fact that vampires didn’t exist. But what if they did? And what if my hero was a vampire?!

Okay. Now I was just plain dreaming. Vampires didn’t exist and I’m sure there was a very reasonable meaning for his vanishing act. Maybe it was a trick of my eyes?

“Anna? Are you even listening?” Tristan snapped, bringing me back to reality.

“Hmm, what?” I asked, a bit pissed of that he’d interrupted my train of thoughts. Tristan shook his head in disappointment. The look in his eyes was clearly showing he wasn’t happy with me.

“Dammit Anna!” He shouted and threw his fist a millimetre away from my face, hitting my locker and leaving a small dent where he had contact. I sucked in a very large breath and nearly choked from all the dust I’d inhaled. In anger he stormed off to the football fields where his guy friends hung out.  I sighed, wondering what the heck that was for, and opened my dented locker.

As I picked a picture of me and Tristan as babies, playing virtual naked in a baby pool, from the inside of my locker felt a flicker of hope for the feelings I felt for him…

But there it was again, that larger flame, I didn’t even know his name and I was dreaming about him like a crazed teen.

It was like some romantic obsession with this guy I still wasn’t sure existed. Sighing, I threw the photo back into the locker and slammed it shut with a sudden anger. I’d been waiting long enough for him to notice me like that but he’d been so intent on being friends I bet he had never even thought about us being more than that. Why can’t the boy open his damn eyes and ask me out before I become completely in love with this guy from my imagination?

“Trouble in paradise?” Hope blocked my way as I was about to make my way to the football pitch, where Tristan was currently standing. Paradise? She really didn't understand, dd she?

She stood like she was constantly posing for a fashion magazine, it was slightly pissing me off. Then as if she couldn’t seem any more stuck up and perfect a breeze sneaked it’s was through the corridor door and made her hair fly around her face in the most perfect way. Making fists with my hands, I tried to calm my jealousy and not slap this girl until her brains fell out of her nose.

“Get out of my way.” I said through gritted teeth. She flicked her now tame her off her shoulder and gave me a laugh that said, ‘I’m not moving for no one.’

Telling myself that she isn’t perfect and that she probably has some fat ass flaws too, I tried to pretend she wasn’t there. My life would be pretty easy if Hope wasn’t always breathing down my neck and pointing out everything I did wrong, I mean, why couldn’t she pick on someone else, couldn’t she see I was already the least popular kid in the school?

I shook my head, why must she torture me? Pushing my way past her, she stuck her leg out and I fell onto the floor in a rather clumsy way. The world suddenly fell on its side and I landed in a heap on the floor.

The whole school turned to laugh at me. They were pointing and snickered, whispering and laughing at how much of a fail I was. They were all laughing at my failures. And as the world spun, their devilish faces turned into scary works of abstract art.

The world became blurry and I wondered what was happening. Was I passing out? Again?

Then the darkness hit a pretty strong blow to my mind.