Chapter 3

                               Chapter 3

    I thought I might as well actually go to school today. I don’t see why I have to go. I mean I react by instincts. I would never get a job of any sorts using my mind. My instincts guide me through the day. That is one of the many reasons I am a hunter. No smarts required except how to pull back your bow string and send the arrow flying.

    I walked up to the school and all of a sudden my stomach twisted and turned. Something was going to happen today, but what? What could this strange reaction be? I have been to school many times and it wasn’t very exciting. I gave up my pondering and went inside.

    As I walked into homeroom and all my breath escaped my lungs. I saw him. His golden hair flowed as the wind struck his face. His emerald green eyes sparkled as he laughed, he had a gorgeous voice. I noticed I was just standing there, staring at him with my mouth hanging open so I closed it and walked to my desk.

    Why was he here? I have never seen him before, he had to be new. While I was thinking Mr. Gibson, my teacher, walked in and introduced him. His name was Benjamin Newton. Ben for short. Then Mr. Gibson made us introduce ourselves. Making us stand up and say our name. How embarrassing and childish.

“Katie” one girl said.

“David” a boy said.

   Many more went on and it was my turn now. I stood up taking my time, making sure not to fall over.

“Jennette” I murmured quietly staring at the ground.

“Excuse Me?” Mr. Gibson asked. I guess I didn’t say it loud enough.

“Jennette” I said a little louder but it was barely audible. I never stopped staring at the floor.

“Could you please say that a little louder?” Mr. Gibson asked.

“Jennette!” I snarled as I glared at Mr. Gibson with fierce eyes and teeth showing as if I was a wild animal.

    He backed away confused by my fierceness. He was not used to this. I hardly ever spoke so he thought I wouldn’t be this difficult. He was seriously thinking I would just say my damn name and sit back down. Wow, how can you be a teacher and be so stupid? He thought I was a good kid? All the kids whispered about my remarks, but I would barely call it a whisper since I could hear all of them.

    I finally sat back down and met Ben’s eyes. His looked worried or pained in a way. His eyebrows were creased in curiosity. He left my glaze and I looked down at the floor again.