What I Want

Do you know what it's like to want something so badly, with your whole entire body, as soon as you lay eyes on it? Well, that's what it was like the moment I first saw him. It was like the feeling I got when I practice my music, play around with my art, or even how it felt to help out Earth's creatures. Yes, it was like all those feelings, but better...
*Parents' perfect angel pretending to be somethings she really isn't...What happens when the real her comes out? Can she keep living the classical life her parents raised her to have, or will she be chased to where there's no return?


7. Transfers


        Volunteers, my favorite class of the day. The whole group is here, which makes up the entire class. They were going to cancel it, but my parents donated money to the school to keep it running, plus, it's charity. Wouldn't that make the school look bad if they banned it?

        "Good, I'm glad I found you before you started. We need to have a quick meeting in the classroom. Come along now."

        Exchanging looks with everyone, we drop our stuff and follow out teacher down the stairs to his classroom. We never meet in the classroom, and have a meeting? What was this about? "Sir, they aren't canceling us again, are they?"

        He chuckles, fumbling with his keys as we near the room. "No my dear, quite the opposite, actually." We turn the corner and I see a few shadows lingering in the way of the door. Their faces surprise me. Daymien's not so much, but his...?

        "What could you possible be doing down here, Terrance?"

        "That's no way to talk to your savior, now, is it?"

        "Thanks, but no thanks. We don't need you---"

        "Charlie, they threatened to cancel us again. I talked to the principal and he agreed to keep us going if and only if we could get a few more students joined up." My favorite teacher, the only one who actually calls me Charlie, not Charlotte or even miss Williams. He knows me well enough to know how to calm me don't and reason with me.

        "Fine." I get in his face, arms crossed. "But only because my pride, joy, and everything I've eyes worked for is on the line here."

        He smirks and does what surprises me. He hugs me, then pulls back and strokes my cheek. "What are boyfriends for?"



        "I'm gonna kill him, Sky. I'm going to kill him!" I say for the millionth time. The girls ran off to do the advertisements while Sky and I stayed at the table. I wouldn't risk leaving it while these hooligans were here. 

        "Relax Char, this is supposed to be relaxing for you."

        "Not with you boys around!" I snap. He seems to retreat from that, and I realize what I said. I pull his body to face me and put my hands on his shoulders. "Hey, look at me. I'm sorry for being so snappy today. You're different and you know that, okay? You mean the world to be, Sky. Always have, always will."

        His lips curve into that blinding smile of his, causing me to smile. "You too, princess. Always have, always will" Then he pulling me into a hug, the kind where there's no space between us and his chin rests on my head. There was some sparky feeling being so close to him. I liked it, a lot, and I would never want something so comfortable to end. Then all you can hear is the echoing of a crash, followed by yelling. I meet eyes with Skyler and he grabs my hand, "Come on."

        Around the corner, there are papers all over the hall, with Lynzie and Carla scrambling to pick them, pretending to not hear what was going on. It appears Daymien and Terrance are arguing. I march over to them, arms crossed, voice sharp. "What the hell is going on here?" They look at me, falling silent. "Huh?" I raise my voice.

        Terrance steps up to me. "Nothing, Baby."

        I give him the biggest "what the hell?" look ever and bend down to help Lynzie with the papers, shaking my head in disgust. "What is with the boy population today?" I think aloud.

        "I have no idea, but they're being bigger idiots than usual." She sulks. I should ask what's wrong, but it's probably nothing. She stands up and walks away with the box of flyers. Everyone follows behind her, but I haven't found the mental capacity to walk yet. Then I noticed that somebody was still there.

        "What was that all about?"

        "Nothing" he snaps, starting to walk off. I grab his elbow, stopping him.

        "What's going on, Daymien? You can tell me."

        "Why don't you go bother somebody else! Your boyfriend, perhaps?"

        Seriously, that's what this was about? "For your information, he's not my real boyfriend, but why would you care, anyway? You just met me, barely know me."

        "Oh, I see what kind of girl you are. I mean, I should have known, poor Sky."

        I have no clue what he's talking about, but he was already walking away. Who cares, let him. It doesn't matter. Or it shouldn't, but for some reason, in my heart, I knew that it did matter.

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