Chapter Two

My mother was busy that afternoon on the phone so, I just texted her everything about the kitten I saw at the shop. At least she will see the text later today.

I let my hair fall down the edge of the bed as I thought of what to name the kitten. My mind ponders and ponders until I give out a sharp cry. "Snowell! Quit pulling on my hair!" The little rascal does not listen and continues.

After multiple attempts to pick the kitten up without hurting her, I am successful. I have her lifted above my head with some of my hair still tangled in her paws.

"I think I am going to be so glad when your sister arrives," I say while untangling my hair from her paws.

When I turn her around to meet eye to eye, I scold her. "You do not pull on someone's hair. And you are not to teach your new sister this." I keep staring at her before hugging her to my chest, hearing her meows of protest to let her go.

Thinking back to when I first got her, she was about two months old and now about three. And she has gained some weight which is good.

I had always walked to school finding that I could take some great pictures along the way. Like the one today where someone dropped their grocery bag, and a stray dog stole some goods from it before running off leaving the person to curse. I left before I could be noticed.

As always Nora is waiting for me at the entrance, sketchbook out and ready to show me her latest sketch.

"Here's the recreation of the picture you sent me last night!" she happily exclaims, showing me her hard work.

She had matched it perfectly in her artist way, but like always she stays up way too late.

"I've added a collar and a pretty background to suit it's fur." She pointed them out with a tired smile that came with her bags under her eyes.

"Yes, this is great work but did you even sleep?" She glances everywhere but me, not wanting another lecture. "You know you forgot to cover your face in makeup." She bites her lip a little at that. "Follow the sleep schedule I laid out for you and then you'd be creating even better pieces." I give her a comforting pat on the shoulder before we head inside.

Nora applied makeup to her face in the bathroom while I sat inside the classroom. It was not too long before the famous bad boy player at this school came walking into class. Normally, he comes to class with at least one girl in his arm where there is an audience. Today, however, seems different.

I stay silent and focus on writing in my dairy. Just as I close it, I feel him next to me. The desk next to mine squeaked a bit when he sat down on top of it.

"I don't think I seen you in this class before. Are you new?" he asked, leaning forwards a bit.

"No," I responded quietly and placed my dairy back on top of my notebook, putting my pencil to the side.

"Do you always come early?" Seeming like he was interested in chatting.

"Yes." I heard my heart pounding in my ears as I still refrained from looking at him.

I felt him grab some stands of my hair before he said, "You look pretty, you know."

"Thanks," I mutter, putting my hands in my lap.

Putting my hair down he invites me to a party that was a few weeks away. Gingerly, I said that I did not do well at parties.

"Such a shame." He put his hand on my left cheek, moving my head to see him. "I'm always available to talk if you change your mind sweetheart." Then he got up and left the room.

When I saw him leave, I let out a shaky breath. To calm myself down I wrote in in my dairy and doodled a bit in the margin till class started.

Nora kept trying to get my attention during class, but I ignored her and focused on the latest assignment as well as keeping my thoughts busy.

I did manage to finish the assignment except he was staring at me so much throughout class that I kept erasing and rethinking my answer.

Why would he even invite or even waltz up to at all? I just need to get through the day and think about this when I am alone. I deal with enough boy problems from Nora.

I looked to the clock, noticing that class will end soon. And finally, I give in to Nora's blabbering, seeing as the teacher is lecturing.

"I'm fine Nora, just focusing on class. Something you might want to do." She tries to think of a retort before thinking better of it.

At least she would not get the teachers' attention like the last few times. Always wants to argue back if it is something she is suggested to do that does not fit with what she wants to do. Though she is one of my newest friends I have grown to quickly trust in the time I arrived. I wonder though if this time we will stay.