Leah Noelle Carrie wasn't your typical 80s kid, she wasn't in on the big trends, the bright clothes, the stupid stereotypes. She didn't care about being the cool kid or getting a boyfriend, hell she didn't ever want to be the cool kid or get a boyfriend. She liked to sit alone, writing in her notebook, working out mysteries. She was bullied and called things like creep and psycho, but she honestly didn't care. The things she knew about this school, this town, put those rats to shame. She was that 'weird kid' that sat alone at lunch and hardly had any friends. Her grades were above average and sarcasm was her second language.
So she sat in class, tapping her wooden pencil on her desk. Hardly paying attention to anything the teacher was saying, she'd finished the worksheet and had zoned out, as she often did. A quiet giggle caught her attention and she turned her head, she rolled her eyes. It was just another airhead that decided to make fun of her. The boy leaned over and whispered, "Why don't you smile more?" Leah again, rolled her eyes. People often said this to her, she leaned right back over to them and raised her eyebrows, "I never smile before I kill someone." She said casually, with that, she stood up, handed her paper to the teacher and left the room.
Maybe she'd get a detention later, but she really didn't care. As she didn't with most things.
She pulled on her brown jacket and ran up the stairs, leading to the rooftop. Maybe she'd finally be alone.
Or maybe not.
So she sat in class, tapping her wooden pencil on her desk. Hardly paying attention to anything the teacher was saying, she'd finished the worksheet and had zoned out, as she often did. A quiet giggle caught her attention and she turned her head, she rolled her eyes. It was just another airhead that decided to make fun of her. The boy leaned over and whispered, "Why don't you smile more?" Leah again, rolled her eyes. People often said this to her, she leaned right back over to them and raised her eyebrows, "I never smile before I kill someone." She said casually, with that, she stood up, handed her paper to the teacher and left the room.
Maybe she'd get a detention later, but she really didn't care. As she didn't with most things.
She pulled on her brown jacket and ran up the stairs, leading to the rooftop. Maybe she'd finally be alone.
Or maybe not.