• Once lunch started, every eye was on me. I guess there where reasons, but people hate when everyone staring at them. Its human nature really. I always just try to ignore them, Their eyes. But this time was different, they weren’t looking at my messed-up hair, just the splatter of red paint on my hoodie. I wasn't really the type who'd clean it off right away, I’d always let it dry there and then wear the top again some other day.

    The hallways of Balbo where getting crowded. To much nosie to even think or breath. Half way to the east stairwell to my home room on the first floor, A class King bumped into me. I guess he was coming up from gym cause he was all sweaty.
    "Ah... sorry... Tamara?" The sound of my name made me jerk.
    Nobody would say my name unless it was a teacher or they would comment on my drawings. I'm pretty good if i take Chris on in a drawing contest.
    "yes?" I ask grabbing my pencil that fell out of my hand because of the impact.
    "This yours?" I jerk at the sound. Nick. Why would he pick up MY pencil? God's being mean to me today I guess.
    "yes... it is, and you just got sweat on it." I grab it and go on my way, but Nick stops me.
    "You just in art?" He saw the splatter-everyone would anyway.
    "yes, so?" I ask with narrowing eyes.
    "uh.... nothing really, it just looked as if a vampire tried to suck you're blood..."
    I know why I hate this guy now. He keeps on making jokes about people-just to make him more cooler.
    "Heh! It does!" Chris jumped in acting like an idiot.
    "urg... Please leave me alone" I sound just like a robot unknown to man. I knew even if I was walking down the staircase THEY would still be there. Earthier staring at me or talking, it was still annoying to a supper wired person like me. Sure I own a black cat, and a couple voodle dolls, and a lot of black clothes, But I have tolerance levels too, And The kings where riding the highroad. I could see the class rooms door, I started to stride, knowing that their was a rule about visiting other class rooms during free periods like lunch.

    I must of smiled then because my best friend poked my face. Raelene only does that if I smile. She’s says my smiles ugly and doesn't suit my type. And because of that, THEY caught up. I swear i would of cursed her with one of my voodle dolls in my small toat bag, but sadly the Kings decided to drag me into the gym to get lunch from the lunch laddies. Only a few more steps and I would be in a King Free Zone. I missed that chance, and gave up. I wouldn't be free this lunch time. THEY bought my lunch... am I on a date or something? THEY got me a hotdog, it was the cheapest thing there I guess. I somewhat felt ill. The two people at the top of my hit list where treating me to lunch, or at least I was sick of hotdogs. I don't know anymore.
    "Hey, why is she so quite?" I heard one of them whisper, It could of been eaither one of them, "Hey! don't ask me! ask her!" Nick was being too loud for a whisper.
    "huh?" I looked up from my hotdog.
    "uh, well, . . . Normally when we treat a girl, they'd keep doing something to us... and not just stare at her food" Nick reassured.
    "ahhhh." I got up as fast as Chris could run, and dumped my food in the garbage and walked out of the room-to my safe harbor. I could hear them yell Hey and whatnot. Why do they even want to talk to me Today of all reasons?

    I knew with all my might, I wouldn't be able to get away. Sadly Brad cut my path. He stood their staring at me, I couldn't stand it. God, why does everyone have to stare at me? I mean, everyone who stays away from me suddenly talks to me. I hate it.
    "Tamara?" He questioned.
    I blanked out. So I walked back to where I was sitting. Brad came over to and whispered something to Chris. I didn't really care because i had my own ambitions. I grabbed my siccoirs. Walked over and snipped some of their hair out.
    "Hey!!!" they all cursed-but they don't know what a real cruse is. Yet.
    I grabbed my bag, rummaged threw it. I sewed the hair pieces to the dolls and showed it to them.
    "huh?" Chris asked, "what’s that?"
    "its you," I picked up the straw doll that was labeled 'Chris' and danegeld it, "you're a crused person now" I informed him.
    The piece of straw gave way, the doll fell into my drink.
    "Its not very effective..." He kept staring at the drowning doll.
    "What ever happens to the doll, you dream it, well have a nightmare." I started to dangle the other two.
    "Each doll has a expiry date, So you dream everything from when it was born, to when it died." I picked up the doll from the water.
    Chris watched it like a cat. So i informed him, "The more you watch it, the more dream seams real" He stopped. Frighten I guess.
    "Oh yeah! The expiry date is in one year!" I yell back at them. I make a suselful escape. The doors shut behind me and I smile. Realizing who’s around me, I walk to the bathroom-they wouldn’t be able to get me there.