Chapter Two
1130 Words
Maya’s POV
After that extremely weird outburst, I entered my art class ready to draw whatever nonsense came to mind. I am not really that good at drawing; it is not just my thing. I think I like writing better. It lets me express those hidden desires of mine.
"Ms. Anderson, I would like you to share your thoughts with us."
I sat up straight, stunned. I thought this was an art class, not a share your thoughts class.
"Ummm... I… do not really know what to say."
I felt embarrassed and ashamed that I still could not handle social interactions well. So what was that earlier? That was so unlike me, not my scene at all, and definitely not me. I have never been an expressive person in private talk, much less in public.
I heard whispers around me. Most of my classmates were already muttering among themselves.
"Ms. Anderson, I want the class to create art that expresses their innermost feelings. I found out that most people find it hard to express themselves through art, so I wanted you to just tell us about yourself and who you are, that is all. That should not be so hard, right?"
I think I was beginning to hate this teacher. What was wrong with her? It seemed like everything was just going wrong today, like some jinx was up against me or something. And the freaking thing was that my birthday was in two days.
I am finally turning eighteen. I thought I would have gotten my s**t together already.
I braced myself and decided I would say whatever came to mind.
"I am Maya Anderson, as I am sure most of you, with the exception of Ms. Harrison, do not know. I am a senior, and I hate humans. They just are not my thing. You humans disgust me, whether it is the way you pretend like you are superior beings while you are just on the bottom of the feeding chain or the way you act like you are perfect little beings while most of you have bad insecurity issues..."
"Emm... Ms. Anderson, I think that should be okay."
She looked stunned. I sat down and turned to look at most of my classmates, who looked like I had swallowed a fly.
Where the hell was this over confident attitude coming from? I have never spoken about anyone like that.
And what is with me sounding like I am not a human at all?
That was definitely not me.
Just then, the bell rang, signaling the beginning of lunch.
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After lunch in the cafeteria, I went to the toilet to relieve myself. Once I was done washing my hands, I heard the click of the door and turned to see Cassandra. I was surprised she was alone; she always went with Lisa and Tori. It seemed like my words really had an impact on their friendship.
"I never quite got your name." She twirled my hair around.
I stepped back to create space between us, my back pressing against the sink.
"My name is Maya." My voice sounded strong, unlike how I felt.
She smirked.
"So Maya, you had quite interesting things to say to me today. A lot about myself that I did not know. I would like you to enlighten me." She stepped closer once again, in her hand a blue substance.
I grew scared and anxious. I knew whatever was in her hand could only cause me pain and nothing else.
"I really do not have anything to say, just the truth."
I clamped my mouth with my hands. Where the hell did that come from? What is going on with me?
Her smile fell off her face, and she grabbed my hair and yanked it hard. She seemed to have a surprisingly strong grip, and I was stuck in her grasp. I tried to struggle when I saw her bringing the substance close to my mouth.
On a sudden burst of strength, I headbutted her so hard that I heard a crunch.
I went to the door to try it, but it was locked. That meant she was with the key.
I went back to her and tried to get the key from her, but she started struggling. So I used my shoes to step on her hand until I heard something break, then I took the key from her bag.
I leaned closer to her ear and said in a somewhat rough voice, "If you ever utter a word about this to anyone, I will end you."
I opened the door and left her there.
I attended the rest of the classes and had to go meet one of my teachers, who gave me a detention.
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By the time I was done with detention, it was already so late, and I did not have any money on me, so I had to walk home.
While walking through an eerily dark alleyway, I felt an ominous energy around me. At the end of the alleyway, I saw four men surrounding an injured man. I think they were thugs and had extorted some money from him. I was about to turn back, as they had not yet noticed me, when a cat suddenly came out of nowhere, and I screamed.
They all turned to look at me. All of a sudden I heard a voice say, "RUN."
I ran like my life depended on it. The men kept chasing me, and I continued running. After a while, I had lost them. I calmed down and realized I was not even breathing fast. It was like I had just finished walking, not running like my life depended on it.
And I remembered something. The voice I heard sounded exactly like the girl from this morning, and I definitely did not see anyone around the alleyway.
Have I started hearing things? I asked myself.
Something else came to my mind that made me stop in shock. Where the hell did I get that strength from to fight Cassandra? I have always been someone with a weak body; escaping her without a scratch is a miracle.
What the hell is going on with me?
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I stepped into the house, and I saw my dad sitting on the couch with a very serious face.
I instantly had a bad feeling that I would not like anything that would come out of his mouth.
"Darling..."
I cut him off.
"Firstly, Dad, I did not mean to hit her. She trapped me first. I knew she would go blabbing. So just know that it was not my fault."
"We will talk about whatever you are saying later. I just wanted to tell you that we are moving."
"WHAT?!!"
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