Cursed - The next

Chapter 9 - Kaitlyn

Slowly I am shuffling across the school corridor, trying to spend as much time as possible. The chemistry class was a real pain for me from day one, which has not diminished yet. That's why I really look forward to the much-anticipated day when I can finally get rid of the subject.

I'm thinking of waiting until the new girl, Olivia, returns to the office, but if I stayed away for so long, the teacher would not believe my excuse for showing the way to the new. But I would not do that in his place.

Arrived at the chemical room, I take a deep breath and fight with the thought of truancy. I will not need all this stuff later anyway. I can read, write and calculate well anyway and that's enough for me then. I can deal with the aces that I have up my sleeve, in a different way.

However, after mature consideration, I open the door and enter. Instantly all eyes are on me, as if I were some alien. But I'm not, even if it would be pretty cool. But I can not really complain about my existence so far.

"Miss Craig, you are too late," my teacher announces what is actually obvious. From the moment I notice how both Josie and Lizzie lift their heads briefly as the last name sounds. Either they want to watch as I am now turned into a slug or they feel addressed.

From Josie I would expect the latter, while Lizzie would rather see the first-mentioned option similar. She has always delighted in the suffering of others. Josie, on the other hand, was always the friendlier of the two. Just about everyone likes them right away, so I do not really have anything against them either. Only the fact that both were always the figurehead of the family and the brilliant, beloved angels sometimes makes me disregard the brunette as much as her twin. Although I'm older - even if not much.

It's not that Mom ever loved me less or paid less attention to me, but that's what the rest of society has already done for her. They were always the more interesting Craig kids. And why? Because they are twins. That's the only reason and yet he manages to make me feel invisible on a few days.

"I know," I say quickly, trying to ignore my sisters. However, the way Josie lowers her head and starts whispering to Lizzie with her friends still hurts me.

"And WHY were not you at the same time as your classmates arrived here?", He just seems to want to put me on. But at least I know it's not personal. That's the way it is with every student. But that also ensures that I'm not the only one who wonders why someone like that becomes a teacher. The only thing he likes is the bees that he breeds in his garden. People are rather less for it.

"I was asked in the hallway by a new student, if I can show her the way to the secretary", I look at him triumphantly: "If you do not believe me, you can ask the girl yourself." Without waiting for an answer from him, go through the room to my place and let me fall on the chair. One may call me disrespectful and thus not so wrong, but this teacher deserves it. After all, he exposes students all too often and he just sometimes needs someone to give him a damper on his ego trip. And why should I change my behavior if I always got away with it?

I unpack my books and then look around. Our teacher seems to have written something on the blackboard, which I do not understand, which is why I do not write it off. Although it will certainly not be easier to understand the whole thing with hindsight, but if need be, I can steal their notes Josie and I'm not bad at picking.

The teacher speaks again, but leaves me alone so I have time to relax and inwardly make plans for the rest of the day. Since I do not really have many friends, I will probably do something alone. I almost made the plan to stay at home today, because I remember the girl. She seemed to be really nice and directly it would seem like we were on the same wavelength.

So I decide to go in search of her during the breaks and ask her what she has planned for the day. If there's nothing left, I'll suggest she do something together. That would be the distraction I need again. Especially because I do not want to do anything with my family. But probably she will not have time for me anyway. Since she came back to our school, I assume that she has just moved here - but I did not ask her - and perhaps still has some things to do.