no end yet in sight

she looked out the window, anxious to hear the sound of grace. well her grace that is. it came in the form of a beat up blazer with entirely to much bass. sometimes she felt as if she could feel the vibrations before he turned the corner, but that could have been just another one of the intuitive feelings she had begun getting more and more often. at any rate, he was taking way to long and the crying in her closet had become unbearably loud and increasingly persistent. she knew what sat behind that door was something fairly unexpected. not an saddened younger sibling or a kitten or some other living, breathing being, but a translucent form of a boy. a small boy covered in bruises and cuts with eyes of fathomless amber that seemed to reach into the depths of hell itself. she knew these things because he had been there for the past 5 weeks.

Nicolette was pretty, popular, and today she was sick. she lie in bed debating whether staying home today was worth missing one of Mr. Wheelers Pre-Cal tests. If she missed the test she would be forced to re-schedule which meant she would have to make-up her assignment in his classroom in his planning time when it would be crowded with her peers. normally she would have ate it up, getting to be with all her friends and having them faun over her every word, but they could be very distracting. it also meant that he would be grading it as soon as she turned it in. he would know if and how long she had spent studying and she hated letting him down, but there were only so many hours in the day!

she was a very busy girl. she began her day bright and early to ensure her perfection. being popular meant always looking and acting your best, which has to be far better than everyone else. looking stunning isn't something you roll out of bed for, you have to put a little effort into it. as soon as her alarm sounds, she is up and out the door for a jog in the crisp morning air. once home she jumps into the shower, washing her hair twice, slips into her robe, and is off to her room to begin the hunt for the perfect Tuesday outfit. she has a theory on what each day of the week calls for which type of clothing. most look at Monday as "sleepwalking casual". the day when you were able to wake up late and blame it on having such a full weekend. Nicolette disagreed. she used this mind frame to her advantage and made Mondays a day to shine. everyone knew how impossibly full and intriguing her weekends were because they were all buy trying to be a part of it. they knew she very easily could have came to school with no more than a few hours sleep and she still came in gorgeous and fully refreshed. Tuesdays and Wednesdays were a little more relaxed. Thursdays were the beginning of the weekend. she used this day to allow others making their plans and she choose from amongst them. Fridays set the tone for the weekend. she was equally admired and despised among her peers and she was very aware of it. she realised how they could want to be her and be jealous they weren't. everything about her seemed so effortless. from the flip in her hair to her humble attitude, she was perfection. she almost agreed, but that in itself would be a flaw. she also complained of a slightly oily t-zone that made her forehead a little shiner than it should have been. that was what she believed her greatest flaw to be. of course that was before she knew that she saw things. things no one else could see.