Book Obsession discussion

Um…I was wondering if we should create a roleplay section. So I did. I'm no good at starting a story, so here goes nothing:

Mr. Olivas was talking.

Talking.

Talking.

And talking.

No teacher talks as much as Mr. Olivas or in an as dead tone as Mr. Olivas either. I was sitting at my desk, trying to seem alert and paying attention to earn a few good grades. I could see my fellow classmates tuning out, even sleeping.

"So…that's why chemical properties are different from physical properties…class." droned Mr. Olivas. "Oh, class over. Dismissed." Mr. Olivas swept his hand towards the door.

If any stampede could be more fearsome than this one rushing out of the classroom, then my name is Stinky Poo.

Lisa, my eternal best friend, was waiting for me at the door.

"How was Olivas? Fun?" smirked Lisa.

I groaned, "You have no idea."

We strolled toward my locker. I unlocked it with skillful hands. "So…how's it going?"

Lisa shook her head. "Oh my god, you, like, won't believe how cute the new boy, like, is!" Lisa was a little bit boy-crazy. No, not just a little.

Lisa continued ranting about the new boy, and I tuned out. I was immersed in my locker's contents and nodded sometimes, pretending to listen. Then I picked out four words. Birthmark on his cheek. I swiveled around a shouted, "What?"

"Whoa," Lisa's eyes bulged in shock, "what's wrong?"

I took a deep breath, "What did you just say?"

"I said he, like, has, like this absolutely macho, like, birthmark on his, like, cheek."

"Oh, okay…" I gasped, and beads of sweat broke out across my forehead.

"Girl, are you, like, okay?" asked Lisa.

"Yeah, sure, I'm fine. I just, need to…um…go to the bathroom really bad." I raced down the hall to the bathroom and locked the door behind. I sank to the ground.

I'm not okay… I thought effortlessly as I stroked the birthmark on my cheek.

(sorry for the lame attempt, im all out of ideas and i have writers block lol)

I've never really known much about my past. My foster parents say that I was a very special baby, so that is why they adopted me.

My foster family treated me like they did all their other siblings. I settled right in, so much that I never realised I was adopted until I was in High School.

And now, I was certain that this new guy was my brother that I never knew.

I didn't know how to approach him. I let a few tears escape and played with my hair.

The bell rang and I slowly walked to class. My heart beating in my chest as if it was going to leap out.

I took a deep breath and opened the door

My eyes scanned the room and instantly zoned in on what had to be the new guy. The mark on his cheek was almost identical to mine.
I took another deep breath, and looked around for a seat.
Great, i thought, the only spare seat is next to him
I walked in, chucked my stuff on the table, and plonked down in the seat next to his.
He glanced at me sideways then seemed to do a double take when he saw my face.

"what?" i questioned fiercely to see how he would react. i mean i know why he would take notice of my birth mark but come on EVERYONE takes notice of my birthmark. its hard to miss you know, shaped like a crown with three prongs which is kinda different from the usual blobs-of-a-birthmark you're used to seeing. it's faded as the sun has gradually tanned my face and the dark tan crown has blended a bit more. but not much, not enough.

he didnt answer, just continued to stare at me, an expression of shock on his face. His birthmark wasnt exactly the same as mine. Up close i could see subtle difference, probably because of all those times i stood looking in the mirror wishing the mark would go away.
But this guy had a pale complexion, so the birthmark stood out in stark contrast to the rest of his skin. But somehow, it seemed to complete his looks.

"well?" i demanded wishing i could slapped that stunned look off his face. at least he should no how it feels to have someone staring at your birthmark. Bloody hell he's inconsiderate. but still he continued to stare not getting the message, until...

((couldnt think of wat he should do))

...the teacher called attention to the class. His head snapped back to the front of the classroom as the teacher called the roll. When she finished, her eyes focused on the guy next to me.
"Class, it seems we have a new student with us," she said. "Why don't you come up hear and tell us about yourself."
His chair dragged on the floor as he stood up and made his way leisurely to the front of the room, and turned to face the rest of us.
"I'm....

He stopped. "I'm…Cory Blake."

Ms. Fleen beamed. "Welcome Cory." Then as if on a cue, the whole classed muttered "Welcome Cory" at the same time.

Except for me. The guy, Cory, still was staring at me.

God.

"Cory?"

Cory snapped back to life. "Huh? Oh. Thanks, class."

"Tells us about yourself, Cory." smiled Ms. Fleen.

Cory took a deep breath. "My birthplace is unknown, and I was adopted. My parents came from Alaska, and I have been living in Fairbanks, Alaska for thirteen years."

"An Alaskan? Oh my! No wonder you're so pale! Fairbanks, huh?" gushed Ms. Fleen.

Well.

"Yes, Alaskan…basically." nodded Cory.

"Oh well, glad to meet you Cory. Return to your seat please."

Cory nodded thanks and slowly walked down the aisle. I refused to meet his eyes. I could still feel his eyes on me, boring a hole into me.

He was still looking at me as he sat in his chair.

It was starting to freak me out, I mean hadn't anyone ever told him that it was rude to stare. I moved my chair as far over as it would go, hoping that he would get the hint and stop staring, I was tempted to tell him to stop staring, but I figured that thats what he wanted. so i just looked ahead of me.

Sadly that only lasted about 5 minutes,

"what" i hiss

he looked away quickly, muttering "nothing" under his breath.
he stared at the brown, nondescript desk in front of him, but after a few seconds he peeked sideways at me, saw that i was still looking at him, and looked down again, a hot flush spreading over his cheeks.

God. This guy has to stop staring.

I took out a piece of notebook paper and striped it in half quietly. I wrote: What's wrong with you? Why are you always staring at me?

I quickly folded it into a square and popped it onto his legs under the table.

I watched Cory out of the corner of my eyes, unfolding it and reading it. He started to scribble fiercely, and then stopped to chew his pencil and think.

Cory passed it back to me: Nothing really. You have a birthmark on your cheek. I saw aggressive erasing marks all over the paper.

I crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it into my pocket. I attended to my work and ignored his staring eyes for the rest of class.

Bring! Bring! The bell rang, and before Ms. Fleen could say goodbye to her class, the classroom was empty.

I rushed out of the classroom, expecting Lisa to be waiting there for me. But no, she wasn't there. Darn, I sighed. Mr. LaBarge has decided to let them out late again… Slowly, I strolled toward the LaBarge classroom, but on my way, Cory stepped in front of me.

"Well, Cory Blake. What a surprise," I glared.

"Okay, Okay. I apologize for staring. What's your name?" asked Cory.

I narrowed my blue eyes. "Apology accepted, Cory. My name is…

(you guys choose the name of the narrator)

"My name is Alina Martins"

"nice to meet you Alina" he said smilling "i hope this isn't to forward but, are you adopted" he looked at me hopfully

I can't believe the nerve of this guy first he stares and then he asks me if im adopted

I glare at him, replying. "Yes, but that wasn't exactly the best first-question ever. Now, I'll be just as blunt with you. Are you adopted?" I might as well be just as direct with him.

He grinned at me, flashing his bright, white teeth. Weird dude. "Yup, I am too."

"Okay," said I, avoiding his eyes.

My hare-brain BFF came to my rescue, three cheers for Lisa Samson!

"Oh mah gosh," she squealed at the sight of us. "Ali, I told he was hot, wasn't he?" she flashed a big, toothy grin at Cory, who replied with a courteous twitch of his lips.

"No, Lisa––" I argued. I didn't want her getting the idea that Cory and I were together.

"No need to be shy, Ali," objected Lisa, jumping up and down in excitement as I rolled my eyes. "S'okay to have a boyfriend, I've had plenty! Well, I'll leave you two to yourselves! I better add that class starts in three minutes!" She skipped away happily, leaving Cory and I to peace.

"Overexcited friend you have there," commented Cory coolly.

"You have no idea," I rolled my eyes and laughed.

as i was laughing he continued to stare, and my laugh turned into an awkward silence.

"well i got to go to class" I said and turned to leave, and then he said something that made my blood rrun cold

"don't be afraid of the dreams Alina, you can't keep running forever"

"what" i said but as i turned to look he was already gone.

As i headed off to class my mind was churning with questions, how did he know what i was dreaming, what did he mean "you can't keep running forever"

that boy was weird, how could he have possiably known what i was dreaming about.

I don't really remember my dreams but all i can remember is that i was running, always running...