Sept 3,2017
Her room

  Her eyes wander around her room, where everything is a velvet green, with a shade of white, she looks at the roof imaging it with stars that glitter brightly and shine upon who they see if not love, she then smile to herself thinking what would she do to those stars if she could fly.

It was past midnight and she still couldn't sleep, a silent and peaceful cave was her room when at this time, a part of her loved the silence, lived for it, but the other part of her that wants to talk freely, but is trapped by her hates the place, that part of her wanted to sleep, wanted to have fun, not mingle in darkness with different thoughts in the mind.

Her thoughts were surely corroding her with benevolent approach. Her eyes that are still roaming the room she always see and always stays at, looks at the ketchups that are located beside the table, some half others full, behind where she slept were Nutella's and different another chocolates, with slice breads along, clothes are scattered messily like she never cared, she never did anyway, the closet opened, some clothes at view, while the other side occupied trashes she was lazy to throw.

Why did she have all those like a crazy person with no family or care to self?! Cause she didn't have one.

She had a family, big one to add, but they were dead to her, they died past long 4 years ago, none of them saw her and she had never seen them too, how so you may ask, because she avoided them at any cost, she hated them. If she could, she would kill them one by one, starting from the mother to be specific, if she ever saw them, that's why she doesn't want to meet them too.

Time flies with the moon that trails upon the sky shining over the dark with stars as friends and companion, slowly the sun peeps from the east, replacing the smooth night, she rose with the sun, looking dreadful and dead.

Carla was always in hurry to leave the house before anybody gets to look at her and notice her. Running slowly to the kitchen without making a sound of her feet clicking with the tiles of the stairs, which were gloomy black that screams luxury, she got something to feed her tummy hurriedly before rushing out.

She would eat it while walking to school.

Her thoughts were hidden with her face that was shaded by her big hoodie, again she did not want anyone to notice her. The music that blares from her earphone was deafening the hubbub of her town's people.

"I heared she begged Nolan"

"That's impossible"

"It was her that killed Jiva, last year, she tortured her"

"-sense, no one loved her, even Beth said she only pitied her, I was -"

And the school rumors turned her head messy, those people with nothing to worry about talk as Carla pass through the hallway, acting like she never heared any of them.

A smirk formed on her lips, of course they would talk, after all she was one known famous cheerleader of West High, the one and only. And still she was also the one who got bullied at her past school, Bridget Highschool.

A part of her sting at remembrance of her life that rolls like a stone in a desert, lots of obstacles that held her down, never to get up never to seat. A bell ringing pulled her out of the long knot in her brain.

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It was time for literature when their teacher, Mr.Dolan assigned groups of five for a group assignment, a reason she hated the day even more. If it was possible she even despised it when Carla was assigned in a egregious group.

"Don't we have an exciting group?!" Blonde haired, an earrings on his left ear, a smirk on his face, a glower in his eyes, Issac spoke. "Jovani, the well known gay, Aime, the now new cheerleader, Ayala, weren't you the Queen last year?! And then we've got Deris, and Carla, both a downgrades"

The boy, Deris, Carla notice his name was, glare at Issac, noticing the smirk forming widely on his lips, he did not hesitate to defend himself. Carla though, shutted them looking at the roof of the school's, now so messy and blurred, with her earphones on, totally ignoring the world around her, like she always does.

Her closed eyes could see a person staring at her wildly for a long period of time, making her seat properly with a sigh of irritation. Plugging her earphones out she looked at Issac, meeting his blue eyes that she dived for a while at first, and although it was hard pulling herself out, she spoke as she did.

"What?!" Her voice had sharp edge of rudeness that would cut any one, but Issac, if he feared or was shocked by her a little he didn't show it, and it scared her.

Issac continues to stare at her without speaking a word, as if studying her, reading her and wondering through her words of life. As the bell rang Carla was the first to leave the suffocating room, and the heated gaze of his.

A part of her was scared, the other was curious. But still, she didn't want to meet anyone with the exception of Jesse.

__________To be Continued_______