The Difference - Chapter 2

        “Hey hey hey Shay Shay! What going on? How was first hour?” Kasey asked, even though we both knew she really didn't care. “I seriously hope all these preps die one day.”

         “Nah, gatta think bigger more elaborate than that. I hope that Blake does Linda, gives her aids, then she goes and does David, and then David does Kaitlyn, and the whole school, except for us coolie people, end up with aids and all die.” I stated, slamming my locker door and starting to walk down the flight of stairs to the lunch room.

       “Ooh, I like that plan better! Your such a genius shay face.” Kasey said, sounding serious for once in her life.

           “I know I am Kasey face, if only everyone else would realize and embrace that, then I'd get somewhere in my pathetic life.” I said with a sigh.

            We sat in silence for a few minutes, it was really awkward too. We didn't usually eat during lunch, mainly because the school made special meals. What I mean is, they made us separate meals, and handed them out to us as we went through the lunch room. And me and Kasey always worried that they'd try and poison us. We sat at a small round table able to seat eight at the very edge of the lunch room. Kasey and I were the only “different” ones in 5-8th grade. So we usually backed each other up when we needed to.

           “Kasey! Over here!” Jamie shouted waving her thin arm back and forth trying to get Kaseys attention. Kasey looked and shook her head, trying to get the stupid blondes to get the point across that she wasn't moving.

          “I really hate them, the treat me better than you, and yet, they hardly know me. If they REALLY knew me and you they'd envy us wouldn't they?” she asked, her voice sounding very sorrowful.

           I shrugged, “I really wouldn't know Kasey, but I'm sure if they tried to talk to me they'd get kicked out of their ring of popularity. And god forbid that!” I grumbled and I took a razor out of one of my pockets. I always knew there was a reason Tripp pants had so many pockets.

         “Marshae! Put that thing away! Skip math and go to the girls room if your going to do that stuff!” Kasey whispered in a rushed voice. I knew she didn't like the fact that I cut myself. But what was I supposed to do? It was one of my weird habits, she'd have to get used to it. But reluctantly I put away my razor, and decided that I would skip math.