Life written in black (chapter one)

Seth was sitting at a desk near the back of classroom 106.
Lots of sullen loners and angst-ridden teens wanted to sit in the shadowy back row seats, farthest from the teacher. But there weren't many others like that in Seth's school. He was, in fact, the only sullen loner. He usually chose to sit farther back because he liked the quiet. And the fact that he could see everyone else, but they couldn't see him. He dissliked having anyone seated behind him, it made him feel like he was being watched... It made him feel like someone was about to attack him from behind. His skin crawled just thinking about it. At the moment, Seth was staring at the clock over the door, hoping that he could somehow make time speed up.
He had endured unrelenting boredom for the past thirty minutes, after having been the first to hand in his essay on the most recent book the class had been assigned. Seth's mind began to wander, as it always did when he had nothing to occupy his attention, but he was the first to notice when the door opened, and a girl Seth had never seen before slid silently into the room. The girl crossed to the teachers desk and handed the instructor a note. Seth studied the girl for a few moments as she stood next to the desk, looking slightly out of place. She was perfection. Her hair even seemed to rustle slightly in nonexistant wind. Either that or she was standing just under an overhead air conditioning vent. Either way, she was like no girl Seth had ever met, that was obvious to Seth immediately.
Sure, there were a few of the angst ridden girls in school who might dress similarly to this new girl, and he has seen many others at clubs and concerts. But something about this girl made her altogether different.
Suddenly, the new girl was walking through the maze of desks, almost compleltly ignored by the rest of the class, untill she reached an empty seat. One row over, and one seat forward of where Seth was sitting.
The teacher had given the a paper, no dout a reading level test. Seeing as the girl had obviously just transferred, that wasn't suprising. The teacher knew nothing of her potential.
Seth watched as the new girl scribbled her name at the top of the paper.
Kimberly Dobbs.
Her name was kimberly. Seth shook his head in dissapointment. Poor girl. She must hate the name. She didn't look like "kimberly" at all.
Kimberly was pink painted nails and pastel polo shirts with kahki capris. There were several Kimberlys at Seth's school. One of them had been homecoming quuen that year. They all ruled thier inividual cliques, and looked down with disdain on anyone who's family didn't have enough money to buy them a shiney new car on thier 16th birthday.
Seth never ceaced to be amazed by thier shallow antics and holier-than-thou behaviour.
This new girl was nothing like them...she couldn't be.
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