• I tapped my pencil on my desk and looked at the time. English class was going sooo slow. It was also very boring. The teacher Mr. Hedge was tall, bald and well old. He was reading The Scarlet Letter aloud to the class, which by the way no one was listening or paying attantion at all. Well not like i was either. I was a Junior in High School and one of the least popular girls. Actually if you asked anyone at school they'd probably go "Clarissa? who's Clarissa?" Most people did not know who i was. i was invisable to nearly every single person in school. I had absolutly no friends not that i cared either way.

    When i was little my mother used to laugh and say i'd gain popularity when i hit high school like she did. My counter arguement for that was i did not want to join the herd of students. I happend to be perfectly happy being the invisible black sheep around everyone. That did not make her happy and caused her to try even harder to drag me to public activities hoping i'd be able to make friend there if not at school. That too failed and she soon gave up and let me enjoy my solitare life while she took my sister and my brother out to carnivals and fairs.

    My sister was three years younger than me and the most popular girl at her school. She had strawberry blond hair, baby blue eyes, was tall for her age and very into fashion and make up. She knew how apply make up perfectly and i have to admitt she had some very nice style. My brother was four years younger than me and in seventh grade. He was like my sister with blond hair and blue eyes. He was the best football player at Stone middle school. Sighing i begin to doodle on my binder.

    I was very unlike my sister. my hair was ice blue in color and it was purely natural. It was cut short and jagged. My eyes were electric blue and almond shaped. My skin was paler than snow and my lips full and silver blue. I was a short five foot nothing. I had curves and a chest. My legs were the only body part with any amount of visible muscle. The only time it seemed like i was noticed was when i was on the track team. I was fast - who would have guessed? However i was constantly cold - no not cold freezing. My mother called me a winter girl.

    Whatever that ment i don't know. All she said was that i would learn to use my power soon.

    I look up at the clock. The bell would be ringing soon anyway. Meh. I had lunch period next anyway, no big deal. with no one to sit with i went and hung out at the library. After lunch i had History and Gym. Then i was free for the day. Since my mom and dad both had work as heads of different departments at the hospital they usually were out late. So i could stay out until eight o'clock. my favorite hide out was the twons public park. It was usually empty by seven and left me a good hour to swing in the dark. I loved it there, unlike school.

    Stone Highschool was a school made up of cliqs. There were the preps, the goths, the jocks, the geeks, the the nerds, the gamers, the perverts, the freaks, the stoners, and the druggies. of course nearly everyone in the school did at least one type of drug and the most common was smoking. Most of the student population was did it to be "cool". If you did not you were worse than a freak. Which apparently i was since i had no interest in smoking i was not "Cool" and most likly labeled as a stuck up snob. Which would have fit the preps easily. But unlike them i did not care about what i was labeled one bit.

    Stony City was located is Washington state near the border of california. It was filled with rich, successful families and large businesses. The bell rings and i stand up and gather my things. i hurry out the room as fast as i can. In the hallway i slow down and walk along the wall. The throng of people push and pull and it soon becomes too overwelming. Soon i have to push myself up against the wall fully and edge along the crowd. The students are laughing and talking in loud voices soon i hear more than i should. "Well yeah all i want from her is her virginity, are'nt you like that? only going out with a girl cause you want to sleep with her?" Then "Well it was $300 but it was so worth it, i mean look at all the compliments!"

    I edge along the hall ready to bolt into a room if necessary. At the end of the corridor i take a right hand trun into my locker. Opening it i hurry to take out my lunch and shove in my binders as quick as possible. Then i shut my locker with a bang and sprint up to the library as quick as i can. No need to stay in the halls longer than i need to. The steps come into view as i turn the corner and i jump landing on the top step. Well mom was right about one thing, physically i was a lot stronger than any normal human. Walking normally again i reach the library doors.

    The library took up most of the secound floor. There was a small hallway left for lockers but besides that there was only the library. It was filled with both fiction and non fiction books. Every year the school would hold a book reading competition. The winners would recieve a large prize which every year i got. Most of the time when i was not at my park i was reading in my room with a dim light. Walking over to the shelves i begin browsing looking for a book to read.

    "Can i help you?" an elderly lady smiles when i turn.

    "Um, no thank you, i'm just browsing. I'll be taking my time, thank you." I give her a small smile and return to the shelves.

    The shelves were filled with a lot of tamora Peirce, erin Hunter, Ann Rice, Stephen King, and a heck of a lot of other authors. I bite my lip as i look over each book. Such a waste, i thought, i've already read most of these books. The authors aren't anything new. I was not really paying attention to much but thats when i found my book, Living With the Unknown. It was a small leather bound book and looked old. I had to struggle to pull it out of the shelf and even then when i looked at it, the book was not a library book. It did not have the barcode or anything else libraries put on their books. Although it was short the book was also thick, almost travel size.