Most people would look at me and think '' she is so tall and thin what is she going to do?

Or '' she'll snap like a twig'' and they laugh when they think I'm not looking or hearing or out of earshot. it doesn't make me mad. it makes me pity those people but cannot say it to my face. it makes me even smile to myself. when people call me'' weak'' I called them stupid. when people call me ''slow'' I call them ugly. When people called me a twig I called them '' a fat for nothing he sat trash'' and I walked away. This was something that I was used to. ever since third grade I've always been tall and thin. even when I try to eat twice as much for 3 days. (I had gone on a strike against my parents' long story) I even went even further and started eating every 30 minutes. but it never gained me weight. (it had me on the toilet a lot though) I used to be mad that I was not gaining weight. it made me want to pull my hair out and Scream. but now I know why. it's because: I can fit in small spaces, bitten cabinets, under thin spaces under beds, I can climb trees with so much speed I think I'm flying. I can do things most people can't do. I know it sounds small but it's huge to me.

to me my school was always small. It was square and there were five floors with two offices and 5 gyms on each floor. The paint was light on the walls. it was either white or gold paint. one besides the paint was peeling off. I never like the color white. it makes me sad. I watched my grandfather die in his hospital bed with his eyes rolling back. Before he died he said something strange :'' the end is near. they are things to fear. Hide from the storm a lady will form. the boy in the shed will be alive or dead. take care of the ones that survive Alice." Then his heart monitor made the long beep sound and its eyes turned white. so white isn't my color it never was. my school starts at 7:40 which is way too early for me. on any normal day I wake up at 10. My mom went to the school and she said that it '' changed her life forever'' which is what she says every time I asked her why I had to come to the school in the first place. She just pushes my hair behind my ear and smiles at me. Which is not often because she is gone by the time I go to the kitchen to make breakfast. I look in the downstairs mirror. I have black wavy hair with light brown eyes and caramel skin. I don't like how wavy my hair is. I have it always in a bun or ponytail. I put it back in a ponytail and go to the cabinet. I grabbed a Pop-Tart and put my jacket on. as much as I would love to stay I have to go. from my house to my school it is only a block away. I have never missed a school day. even when it comes to doctors and dentist appointments. I have them right after school. My GPA is always a 3.0 or higher. if not then I would be pushed in a room with books and papers to study 4 hours and hours until I get it. Apparently this has been in my family for years. I mean the punishment. and the sad part is that it works. I grabbed my keys to the house and closed the door. I walk to the end of the corner and wait. I'm waiting for Xavier. Xavier has been my best friend since kindergarten. he has always been Sly and in the shadows. If you turn the lights off he would easily be able to blend in and walk across the room with no one noticing him. He is Simply Amazing but I wouldn't tell him that on his best day. she doesn't need it. He is a girl magnet. no one can get on his level. I'll tell you why: he is dark skin with hazel eyes. He has light brown hair that if you braid it easily turns into curls when you take them out. He is the captain of the football team. He has Straight A's every quarter. yes College is already coming to check him out for 12th grade. so yeah he is not on my level.( even though he is not all that because he is really bad at playing video games. I beat him in Mortal Kombat every time) I didn't have to wait long though because he was already there. I can't look at him because I might turn red or I get mad at myself for Why God made him so perfect. Too Perfect. he looks at me and gives me a smile that would make my heart drop. He takes his hand and runs his fingers through his hair. I look at him and he feels me watching and turns his head and looks at me. I turn away quickly and he smiles. I guess you could say he makes my heart drop? nope he is eye candy to me and I know it.

He walks over to me and he touches my hair.

'' you should really wear your hair out more often'' Xavier says

'' you should really put your hair up more often'' he looks at me and gives me a smirk

'' oh really because I thought it was you who told me to leave it out?'' he gives me a questionable look

I rolled my eyes at him'' I said that when you wanted to grow it out. that was last summer''

'' but it still short so I'm going to keep it out''

'' your hair is to your shoulders if it grows any more people will think you're a girl we're trying to win an award or something''

'' oh yeah I went towards every football game'' I roll my eyes here we go about football. He notices and smiles'' we can talk about that later let's just go. a nod and start to walk down the street. even though we are in December there hasn't been a single snowstorm, I tried to wonder if maybe the snow will come later like in January. it could. I'm not really into snow anyway. because when it does snow I have to shovel the driveway early in the morning. also it's way too cold. no one wants to wake up and then be pushed out into the cold. I guess that's what happens during birth . you were so nice and cozy in your mom's womb and then Bam!you're out in the cold where you wish to be put back. That's why babies cry when they're born because they want to be put back where they came from. Xavier snaps me out of my thoughts.

'' so are you going to the dance this weekend?''

'' no dancing isn't really my thing''

'' oh yeah ?is it because you don't know how?''

'' no (I blush a shade of red) I just don't like dances''

Xavier looks at me sideways and bumps me on the side

'' well I could always go with you'' he looks at me with a smile

'' Well I would say yes but I don't want to do with your fam girls that would probably come after me with guns and knives'' I say laughing Xavier laughs too.

'' yeah well I guess you have to watch out for them. but don't worry I'll keep you safe'' he Winks at me. I just shake my head and we continue walking.

'' Soooooooo are you going to go to the dance?'' he asked again

boys don't seem to understand the words no or maybe or I don't know Xavier doesn't seem any different

'' I don't know Xavier '' I sigh'' I may not even be able to go to the dance at all'' I look away from him.

'' why not''

'' I have stuff to do''

Xavier sighs

'' maybe if I have time I'll stop by...'''

Xavier space looks calm but then his jaw line tights.

'' you seem to be busy all the time now'' he says trying to sound calm

'' I'm not trying to do anything'' I say trying to figure out why he's getting mad all of a sudden. Xavier stares at me.

'' you seem to always have something to do whenever I ask you to hang out. it's always something new. you never seem to have any time. I just wonder if it has something to do with me really or are you just ''busy''. he looks at me sideways.

'' Xavier Keanu Johnson'' I say like I'm his mother giving him a lecture.'' you are being ridiculous you act like you never busy or like you haven't ever been busy in your life''

Xavier looks at me like he just got a bucket of ice water dumped on him.

'' I don't have time because of my after-school activities. I have football to do right after school. I can't just go up to my coach and be like: hey coach I really need the day off so that I can hang out with my friend. my coach will yell right in my face and say: boy if you don't stop playing around go practice for the game.'' Xavier looks at me but that's not fair. this whole argument isn't fair.

'' So Xavier what you're saying is it's okay for you not to hang out with me because you have football practice every day and then you have a game on Fridays. it's okay for you to complain about me being busy just because football season is over and now you're down my throat because I'm not dropping everything I'm doing just to give you entertainment.I'm sorry Xavier but I'm not like every single lovesick girl that's going to stop , I'm not going to,melt and turn into a pile of glue or something.I'm not going to worship the ground you walk on. I thought you knew me better than that I guess not.'' I didn't even realize that I'm yelling at him. I never yelled at Xavier. even when we got into arguments.Xavier looked shocked, annoyed and somewhat hurt. I can't take back the words I said. right now I don't want to. we don't say anything to each other for the rest of the walk to school. It seemed to get colder the closer we got to the school.

Xavier takes a big breath'' Alice I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to seem like a spoiled brat. I didn't know what I was saying was going to hurt you. I never want to hurt you.'' Xavier looks at me full of Sorrow. I want to believe him. with all my heart I want to. but I can't even answer him because I pulled him out of the way of a big block of ice that fell from the sky. It shatters On The Ground like glass then I hear someone else.

''Run back home''

And we do.