In Which Grey is Recruited
September 2
Yesterday was a success! (Not to say that today wasn’t good either.) All in all, I was able to meet four people who I think might be of some help to me:
Chapter 3
In which Grey is recruited
I’m already starting on my fourth day of high school. So far, everything is just middle school times two: twice as hard, twice as crowded, twice as ignorant of me. In other words, I wish my invisibility would help me disappear out a door and get away fast. I haven't seen or heard about Summer since that awful first day. How could someone like her not be making news about herself?
I’ve managed to find a couple people from my middle school. I would’ve thought there’d been more. I mean, how many high schools can there possibly be in Midland? Anyway, there’s one guy named Doug who played basketball in middle school and is really tall, along with a girl named Keela whose life is devoted to her clique and her hair, and several football buffs and cheerleaders. I’m surprised the latter got into high school at all. I guess they’re not old enough to drop out yet, though...
I don’t realize how zoned out I am until someone claps -really loudly- in my face. I startle, and, as a result, fall out of my chair. Luckily, this is lunch and not the middle of class, so not everybody’s staring at me. Although I gripe about being invisible, I don’t want to be noticed because I fall off of my seat.
I hear an airy laugh as I pick myself off the floor. “Were you really that out of it?” inquires a girl’s voice laughingly. I turn toward the voice, and there’s Summer, wearing that same smile she had on when she left me in the hallway on the first day of school.
“Do you need something?” I ask, narrowing my eyes a little at being made fun of.
“Yep!” she replies, completely unashamed. “You have to come with me to gather some more students. They’re all first and second years though, so that means we don’t have to go upstairs.”
“What?” This isn’t the kind of thing I was expecting her to ask.
“C’mon,” she says, pulling out a list from her shirt pocket. “First up is... Ah, Grey Martin, from class 1A. He should be here at lunch.” I don’t recognize the name; he and I probably just don’t have a lot of classes together.
She searches the crowds with her eyes, and then seems to lock on to one place near the corner of the cafeteria. Before I have a chance to slip away, she grabs my arm and tows me to the corner, where we find what looks to be Grey Martin. He’s tall and, other than his scary-pale skin, is super dark. Black hair, black eyes, black boots, and, practically covering his uniform, a long black trench coat.
He looks up at Summer tentatively. He must have talked to her before this encounter, then. “Um, what...?” Grey queries, directing his gaze first at Summer and then at me.
“I’ll explain later,” Summer tells him helpfully. “Next...” She pulls out her list again. Grey looks to me for an answer, but I’m just as clueless as him, so I shrug.
“Oh, yeah, yeah! Next is Whinny Earhart, from class 2C. C’mon, she’s in art class right now.”
“Don’t tell me we’re going to pull her out of class!” I remark, absolutely incredulous. We can’t just walk into the second years’ art class and take a student out!
“Don’t be a ninny,” Summer responds coolly. She then pulls me by the arm again and snaps her fingers at Grey to indicate he should follow. After a second’s hesitation, he starts walking after us as we make our way to the art room.
Yesterday was a success! (Not to say that today wasn’t good either.) All in all, I was able to meet four people who I think might be of some help to me:
- Grey Martin - He’s in my homeroom. Really quiet, likes dark colors. After I got him talking, he said that he sings and plays guitar, along with writing his own songs.
- Whinny Earhart - Found her during the second years’ lunch, sketching in her notebook. Super tiny, and although she acts shy at first, she’s actually a really brilliant person.
- Deirdre McCoy - Very charismatic; everybody seems to gravitate around her. Found her in the middle of a crowd because of the bright ribbons she was wearing.
- Zac Greenborough - Ran into him when we were both tardy. Insists that he’s invisible (except for his eyes). Very interesting.
Chapter 3
In which Grey is recruited
I’m already starting on my fourth day of high school. So far, everything is just middle school times two: twice as hard, twice as crowded, twice as ignorant of me. In other words, I wish my invisibility would help me disappear out a door and get away fast. I haven't seen or heard about Summer since that awful first day. How could someone like her not be making news about herself?
I’ve managed to find a couple people from my middle school. I would’ve thought there’d been more. I mean, how many high schools can there possibly be in Midland? Anyway, there’s one guy named Doug who played basketball in middle school and is really tall, along with a girl named Keela whose life is devoted to her clique and her hair, and several football buffs and cheerleaders. I’m surprised the latter got into high school at all. I guess they’re not old enough to drop out yet, though...
I don’t realize how zoned out I am until someone claps -really loudly- in my face. I startle, and, as a result, fall out of my chair. Luckily, this is lunch and not the middle of class, so not everybody’s staring at me. Although I gripe about being invisible, I don’t want to be noticed because I fall off of my seat.
I hear an airy laugh as I pick myself off the floor. “Were you really that out of it?” inquires a girl’s voice laughingly. I turn toward the voice, and there’s Summer, wearing that same smile she had on when she left me in the hallway on the first day of school.
“Do you need something?” I ask, narrowing my eyes a little at being made fun of.
“Yep!” she replies, completely unashamed. “You have to come with me to gather some more students. They’re all first and second years though, so that means we don’t have to go upstairs.”
“What?” This isn’t the kind of thing I was expecting her to ask.
“C’mon,” she says, pulling out a list from her shirt pocket. “First up is... Ah, Grey Martin, from class 1A. He should be here at lunch.” I don’t recognize the name; he and I probably just don’t have a lot of classes together.
She searches the crowds with her eyes, and then seems to lock on to one place near the corner of the cafeteria. Before I have a chance to slip away, she grabs my arm and tows me to the corner, where we find what looks to be Grey Martin. He’s tall and, other than his scary-pale skin, is super dark. Black hair, black eyes, black boots, and, practically covering his uniform, a long black trench coat.
He looks up at Summer tentatively. He must have talked to her before this encounter, then. “Um, what...?” Grey queries, directing his gaze first at Summer and then at me.
“I’ll explain later,” Summer tells him helpfully. “Next...” She pulls out her list again. Grey looks to me for an answer, but I’m just as clueless as him, so I shrug.
“Oh, yeah, yeah! Next is Whinny Earhart, from class 2C. C’mon, she’s in art class right now.”
“Don’t tell me we’re going to pull her out of class!” I remark, absolutely incredulous. We can’t just walk into the second years’ art class and take a student out!
“Don’t be a ninny,” Summer responds coolly. She then pulls me by the arm again and snaps her fingers at Grey to indicate he should follow. After a second’s hesitation, he starts walking after us as we make our way to the art room.