You're a What!? - Siagrrl (read me a book .TXT) 📗

“Hey, Serah. That’s her.” Alyssa motioned with a mouthful of chips. She flipped a loose strand of auburn hair out of her face. “That’s the girl who said she was a faerie.”
I, who had been picking aimlessly at my vegemite sandwich, looked up at her in confusion.
“Who said what?”
“The new girl. Uh, what’s-her-name from um, California.” She whispered. I turned towards where she was gesturing.
“No, don’t look. You’re not supposed to look!” she hissed.
“The one with the blonde hair and frilly pink clothes?” I queried turning my gaze back towards my lunch. Claudia, who I noticed was staring openly at the girl from across the school oval, raised her eyebrows.
“Oh, her?” she replied casually. “I think she said her name was Eve.”
“Yeah, that’s it,” Alyssa cried with sudden realization. “She told the whole class in maths last month. She stood at the front and said: ‘Hi, nice to meet you all. My name is Eve Vondran, and I’m new here. And I should probably let you know that I’m a faerie.’”
”Wow. She just said that?” I stared across the oval, utterly fascinated. Eve was sitting alone under a tall oak tree, wearing a fluffy baby pink jacket over a hot pink shirt and dark pink skirt, topped off with pink and white high top trainers. She had numerous pink accessories, too, covering a majority of her arms and fingers. She had a small pink notebook in front of her, and was scribbling in it furiously. Under her sleek blonde hair, she had stonewashed skin – as fine as porcelain.
“What did the rest of the class do?” I asked.
“Some laughed at her, others threw mean and pointless insults at her,” Alyssa mused. “And then there were the minor few that just stared at her blankly. Ms Devries chose the latter before making her go to the principal’s office.”
“She’s just a weirdo,” Claudia smiled from across the school bench. “I know one when I see one.” Claudia had a bright, white grin that gave the brightness of the moon a run for its money. I, as well as everyone else who met us, often wondered how it was that we were both children with the same parents – who shared the same genetic material – and yet Claudia had received the stunning blue eyes, perfect white teeth and the silky chocolate coloured hair, and I only got the bright red hair – a trait that no one else in the family had – murky green eyes that reminded me of mud, and teeth that were covered in railroad tracks. Braces.
“Her skin seems to sparkle,” Alyssa noted, ticking off her points on her fingers. “She always seems to know what people are thinking. She’s never taken notes in class, nor has she brought any books to take notes in – but she always has that notebook – and she still manages to do all her class work right. And she rarely speaks to anyone. Maybe she is a faerie.”
I sighed. “That doesn’t make her a faerie, Alyssa. It just means she’s unusual, okay?”
“Or a mental patient off her meds,” Claudia added. “Anyway, if she really was a faerie, wouldn’t she have wings, or a wand, or something?” I rolled my eyes.
“C’mon you guys, there’s no such thing as faeries anyway,” I snapped. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t any of their business that she was unusual. “Faeries, goblins, vampires, werewolves, trolls . . . there fake. Not real. They don’t exist.”
“Oh, yeah?” Alyssa retorted lamely. “Well you’d had better tell her that because I think she heard you.” Somewhat surprised, I looked up in Eve’s direction. Sure enough, she was watching me. She had stopped writing in her notebook and even at this distance – about 20 meters – I could see a mixture of disappointment and irritation plastered all over her face.
“Whoa. She looks angry, Sis.”
I could feel Eve’s eyes bore through mine and shoot straight into my brain – as if she was probing the inside of my head. I knew it was pointless but I couldn’t help but think: ‘You won’t find anything of use in my head, Eve. I’m getting D’s and – if I’m lucky – C’s, as it is,’ as if she was really in my head. Alyssa waved her fork in front of my face.