Isn’t it horrible when you find yourself everything you want to be, but you feel empty.

So today was super…ish. Not super-ish as in superhero ish, but super-ish as in blah-ish. April fools day, ah! What more do I love than being upset at the world but for a reason. I had a premonition that April fools day was going to be bad, and for once in my life I was wrong. We stole my biology teacher’s keyboard and all then we all sat backwards in our chairs, that was kinda awesome. I liked sitting backwards. I had a different perspective of the room.
So here I was, thinking I was not going to get a detention for a while. I’m trying to behave myself at this school. But, whadya know? I got one.
Riggins always manages to give out these totally killer tests. I hate that, I do all my homework and have an A but then I take tests and get Fs; bringing my average to a C. So of course a new math partner who just happened to be freakishly good at trig was like a blessing (remember Damien?). I could not concentrate today, my mind is on other subjects (mind your own business) so I decided it would be a good idea to cheat. I wasn’t gonna do it at first, I struggled through my test like I normally do, but there were a few that I needed help on. So when Riggings wasn’t looking, I glanced at Damien’s paper. I just glanced, but the woman has eyes on the back of her head.
I swear, she wasn’t even looking at me and called out: “Jeannie, I sure hope your not doing what I think your doing” I stupidly go “No.” (it would have been a much better choice to ask her what I was doing. When I said no, I had screwed myself over. I hate it when I know exactly what to say 2 minutes after a conversation). So, my extremely “witty” teacher says “What, are you gonna turn around and say ‘April Fools’? Detention” she looks over at my table, “For both of you.”.
At this point I felt super bad for Damien cause I didn’t want to drag him into this mess. But maybe ill get to study him more in detention. But I didn’t want him to get in trouble with his parents or anything (already thinking of the heap of trouble I was going to be in).
But then Damien did something strange. “I don’t think your gonna give me detention.” This guy obviously has either some guts or a death wish. You have no idea what this white woman can do. But then, her eyes turned bronze and and she had this odd smile on her face “That’s right, April Fools”. and the class went insane. Or as insane as they can go while taking a test.
So I went back to attempting to take my test. And Damien just handed me his paper and said “Be discreet.” So that I was and he saved my life cause most of the marvelous work I had done was extremely wrong.
And I still cant help but be intrigued by Damien Grey. There is just something so different about him. And in case you haven’t noticed, I have this strange thing where I always have to know everything about everyone. And I’m gonna figure him out too.
I turned my test in as the bell had rang. I picked up my bag and walked to meet Gabe. When I was walking out of the room I just happened to glance down at my desk. There were these crazy indents in them. Like burn marks. But not. It was so weird.
So yea, I didn’t get detention. April Fools!
Song in my head all day: Subject to Setback (This Century)
Turn Me Off (Audrye Sessions)

dont you just adore a monday complication?

Today, school was normal. Well, at least as normal as a day for me can be. There’s something on my mind though. More of a crazy theory. So I didn’t want to write about this because I don’t think it is in the nature of all this (motions up and down). But there are no rules so ill go ahead.
In my second period class, I heard rumors about this new kid. His name was Damien. It wasn’t bad rumors, like he was a thug, or anything- but I heard stuff about how withdrawn he was. People were even experimenting with the fact that he could be scary. They didn’t know whether to classify him as a nerd, or someone to be intimidated by. So they stuck to making fun of him. I didn’t know what to think of it at the time, so I laughed along with them. But I could tell everyone who hadn’t seen him yet wished that they would have a class with him so they could get in on the conversation too. Come on, its highschool and we all want to be "in the know".
So I'm sitting in my geometry class and this guy walks in. Damien Grey. The principal was with him and walked up to my teacher. He started whispering something in her ear. The moment they do, the whole class goes crazy, like we always do when our teacher is preoccupied. Good times. Anyways, Damien stood at the door, kinda awkwardly. He sorta struck my interest because something about him seemed different, he let off this aura. I watched him hesitate and look for a place to sit.
At this point I was really hoping he wouldn’t sit next to me. Earlier this year, my "math partner", Gabi, got moved from sitting next to me. Something about how we distract each other. Lady, she’s my best friend, how can you not expect us to talk about our Spanish teacher’s hideous haircut? So ever since she was moved, I would lazily put my feet up on the chair next to me. One time, Bernie put his base at my seat which kinda ticked me off because I couldn’t put my feet up. So if I mentally shot a base for being in my seat, what makes anyone think I’d welcome a person?
But just my luck, the only open seat is next to me. He noticed that too and hesitantly started over. I felt kind of bad for the kid because everyone was looking at him. One guy, Charles even spit his gum at him. That was a really stupid move but I thought Charles deserved to pick on someone else, because he was the new kid before. Funny, kids are still that immature that they continue to use the "totem pole" method. I was there once, at the beginning of the year, I didn’t know anyone but Gabi. That quickly changed though because people here are surprisingly accepting of people like me.
So when he reached his new seat he asked if he could sit there. Stupid question skinny, cause I don’t think you can sit anywhere else. I just rolled my eyes and nodded. The principal was still in the room, seemingly enjoying his conversation with my teacher. I introduced myself, to be nice. He told me he was Damien (I already knew that, but I didn’t want him to think I cared that much to listen to the rumors). I asked him where he came from. Then, oddly, he replied "I'm not quite sure". I found that really weird.
Which made me think, why was this kid coming to our school for the last quarter? He must have really done something bad and got kicked out. But he sure didn’t look like it. He was just this gangly kid. My kid sister could have taken him down (if she was about 2 feet taller, but you get the analogy). But his eyes, there was something about them. They looked different. Not like they were wise, but more like he knew more than he should. They looked troubled.
And his arms, I don’t know if he is a recovering emo kid or something but he had this big slash on his right. I also noticed a few smaller ones. This school does not need anymore alleged emo kids. Either he is desperately calling out for attention or he got attacked by a few dogs.
I could tell he was really nervous about something. Cause he kept darting his eyes around the room. He would glance at everyone from left to right. Every few repetitions, he would focus on one person. And concentrate real hard. Like he was trying to read their thoughts. A few times, his veins started bulging. I didn’t want to think about it much, cause, what if he has a mental problem or something. Or some crazy eye condition.
I didn’t want him to think I was staring at him for the wrong reasons (I care way too much what other people think), so I told him what lesson we were working on. He had already learned trigonometry at whatever school he came from. He opened the book my teacher had given him and started to work. This kid is a genius or something. He didn’t need a scientific calculator, and I'm pretty sure he didn’t need to think either. He just did his work, as if by memory. So once again, I found myself watching him like an idiot. "Why are you starting at me?" he asked under his breath. It took me a moment to realize this question was directed to me and not the 3 on his paper. I dumbfoundedly answered, "You work really fast". He just glanced up at me and mumbled, "I do what I have to".
At which point my thoughts of him turned into a mixture of confusion, curiosity, and annoyance. What made him think he could come and talk to me like that? I have zero tolerance for people who answer back. And there is only enough room in that classroom and school for the sarcasm that comes out of my mouth. But its not even sarcasm he’s using, he is just being too mysterious. I wanted kind of wanted to forget about him, and focusing on passing the test next Wednesday. But I also wanted to know why he answered how he did. Why he was so vague. But he wasn’t vague, he was just confusing. I don’t know.
So this guy obviously wasn’t Mr. Personality, so I decided not to say anything else. The principal left, so our class was back to learning. Were still laughing about the SOHCAHTOA thing.
I forgot to mention, but when Charles spit his gum at him, something else happened. It was kinda vague, so I think I'm the only one who noticed. Damien turned around, really fast, almost reflexive. So reflexive, that it seemed like he turned around while the stride was still in the air. He just stood there and gazed. This was all happening to the side of me, so I couldn’t see what Damien was doing, but Charles freaked out. It was like they were holding this long stare. And Charles went pale.
So when class was over, Gabi took a long time packing up, as usual. So I was standing there, my gaze once again controlled by Damien Grey. He sighed, put his book in his worn black Jansport, studied his schedule, and walked out of the classroom.
When we got to the hallway I asked Gabe what she thought of him. She just laughed and answered, "Just another kid whose fun to talk about."She told me to pay attention to the weird stuff he does so that we can talk and laugh about it later. Oh yes, I will be paying attention.
Yea, so I saw this kid again in lunch. We were gonna sit with Jio and Karen and those people. Me, Diamond, and Jilly had just finished buying our pizza. We were walking to our round table and he caught my eye. So I continued to have fun at lunch with my friends. Close to the end, I noticed this ref that I know walk up to him. He was eating by himself. So Damien and the ref started talking to each other. They were in hearing distance but I couldn’t quite understand what they were saying due to my lack in every language but English. I’ve only taken up to Spanish 2. (Id assume they were speaking Spanish, cause this guy was a ref, but I cant be sure).
But I could tell that whatever the ref was saying was making Damien really mad. He did the staring thing again. This time I could see it. But I cant even begin to describe it, its like this deep stare. But why would this guy be doing that, its so geeky.
Maybe superpowers? Wouldn’t that be hysterical. Bringing even more quirkiness into this school. Maybe I just watch too much television. But wouldn’t that be awesome if he were Sylar’s cousin or something? I need to kick this Heroes obsession.
But seriously, what if this guy has some crazy powers? Is that even possible, have you ever considered that everyday people have abilities. Like that strange man at the Deli, or the lady at blockbuster. How much do we know about each other to be sure?
So the ref just walked away. It was so strange though.
Damien wasn’t in any of my other classes, but I did see him after school. He was walking a straight path to his car. I watched him get in and it drove away. I couldn’t help but feel this strange feeling of understanding toward him. Perhaps it was a bond. Perhaps I'm an idiot. He’s new. Vulnerable. But yet, he seems to have this higher level of thinking, like we mean nothing to him. Once again, it goes back to the eyes. They make me kind of scared, but I cant seem to stop noticing them from across hallways and stuff. He’s definitely interesting. And I want to find out why.
If you know him, don’t tell him that I wrote this. I hate to make people mad and I'm not sure how I want him to think of me just yet. As in, will we become friends, or will I just be a jerk like everyone else?
This all doubles back to confusion, sometimes we make ourselves see things to distract form what we really saw. As in, you saw a bird flying and not a plane going down. Sometimes we make things up when we become bored with life. Like, we swore we saw Paula Abdul at Publix. Sometimes we imagine things to suite our desires. Like mirages in the desert.
Which one does my perception of Damien Grey come from?