Charlette: A Short Story
Prolugue I'm Charlette, but most people call me Charle. This is my story. The story about a girl, just a girl. No magically fairies or wizards, no queens or kings and nothing different from the world you live in now, yet some people might find this fassinating for reasons unknown. I'm a normal girl, well as normal as a 14 year old girl gets. My brown eyes and brown hair blend with a crowd and my average height and weight don't stand out. I don't really work to hard with my grades, so they are mostly average, except math I'm a 9th grader in the 11th grade class. I'm not popular, except in the Film Club and in Marching Band. The only thing that could make me stand out is my synesthesia, which is where you can see senses that aren't sight.
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Aren't people just annoying, what kind of plaesure can they get from slamming someone against a locker. We are all trying to get to class, they don't have to be so pushy. Thank god its the last period of the day. Two more month of school after today, I can do this.' I think while walking into my Algebra 2 class. I sit in my normal spot, in the far back corner next to the window. I like the sun and looking at the tree outside when I think. It takes me only a few seconds to register that there is a boy sitting on the right side of me, but it takes me a minute to realize that no one ever sits near me. I just deside that its another new student that doesn't like the front of the room either. The only thing I register thats kind of off about him is that he is wearing sunglasses, but I just keep doodling, its not odd for knew students to show up, just this late in the school year it is. Right when I finish the doodle of the skull biting the rose the teacher calls roll. I don't pay attention until I hear my name. "Charle" Mrs. Shima calls out
" Uh ya, here." I say and she continues calling out names. Once she stops she says
" Ok class, so theres a new student here today, could you please come up here and tell us a little about yourself Wilfred." The class snickers at his
Aren't people just annoying, what kind of plaesure can they get from slamming someone against a locker. We are all trying to get to class, they don't have to be so pushy. Thank god its the last period of the day. Two more month of school after today, I can do this.' I think while walking into my Algebra 2 class. I sit in my normal spot, in the far back corner next to the window. I like the sun and looking at the tree outside when I think. It takes me only a few seconds to register that there is a boy sitting on the right side of me, but it takes me a minute to realize that no one ever sits near me. I just deside that its another new student that doesn't like the front of the room either. The only thing I register thats kind of off about him is that he is wearing sunglasses, but I just keep doodling, its not odd for knew students to show up, just this late in the school year it is. Right when I finish the doodle of the skull biting the rose the teacher calls roll. I don't pay attention until I hear my name. "Charle" Mrs. Shima calls out
" Uh ya, here." I say and she continues calling out names. Once she stops she says
" Ok class, so theres a new student here today, could you please come up here and tell us a little about yourself Wilfred." The class snickers at his