Rachel sighed as she brushed her dark brown hair. The last day of torment before her high school had its summer camp. She hoped they wouldn't dump any food on her today
The girls at school were some of the nastiest people she knew. They would tease her and beat her up, and then get away with it. And her foster parents didn't help at all. They didn't care.
She touched up her eyeliner, framing her blue eyes with care, and then threw her things into her backpack. Grabbing an extra pencil or two and shoving them into her bag, she hopped down her stairs.
As she walked out her creaky front door and into the blistering hot desert air, she smiled for a second, glad that this would be her last day of torture.
Kyle smiled as he got things ready for the last day of school. Summer camp started tomorrow! He had been waiting for this for months, ever since he had found out that his parents could afford it this year.
Books, paper, pencils, and iPod all stuffed in his bag, he raced downstairs to grab his keys from the coffee table.
"I'll see you later, honey!" his mother said from the kitchen, "Have a good day!" "You too mom." he replied as he left out the front door.
The air was already very warm, and a slight breeze blew through his light brown hair. He hopped into his silver Dodge and pulled out of the driveway.
His anticipation was growing, but he was also disappointed that he would miss church. None of his friends had been able to make it to camp this year.
He rolled into the high school's parking lot, and parked in his normal spot, two rows away from the buildings.
As he got out of his car, he saw the cheerleader girls circled around someone, taunting them and pushing them from side to side. He caught a glance of brown hair, and wondered if it was the girl who they didn't leave alone.
The one with the pretty smile and amazing voice. The one he just couldn't bring himself to talk to for reasons he couldn't name.
Sure enough, it was her. The cheerleaders dispersed, leaving her on the ground to pick up her things. He walked over to her, and began helping her gather the things she had dropped.
She didn't say anything, but glanced up at him when everything on the ground had been collected. She got the strangest look on her face, and then ran off into the school's main building.
He felt so bad for her; he had overheard them antagonizing her the other day. Telling her she was ugly and pathetic. Two things that she definitely was not.
They just didn't see how pretty she was when she smiled, how beautifully she sang. He wished he had the courage to tell her this, but whenever he came close to her, he couldn't talk, all he could do was stare at her.
He shook his head, attempting to clear it and ran up to his first class, English. She was already there, of course, sitting in front of him like always.
She had her head down, like always, so she didn't see him. He wished he could help her, her eyes where already red and the day had just barely begun.
They only had two classes together, the other being history.
She was very good at it, always the one who knew the answer, always raised her hand. Why did the others have to punish her for it?
Her talents deserved applause, not the ridicule it received.
Rachel's day dragged on, her math class even more challenging that usual.
And just outside every class the rest of the girls waited, ready to pounce on her like a cat on a mouse.
She wished that those same girls weren't going to camp, but unfortunately they where.
Hopefully the adults there would see and put a stop to all of their taunting, but she very much doubted they would.
After all, who would they believe, one girl, or a whole team of cheerleaders?
As she walked to her last class, she passed some of the boys at their lockers, and looked at them out of the corner of her eye. There where the nerds, the jocks, and the ones that didn't quite fit into those two categories.
None of the boys paid her any attention, at least that she could see. And she was glad for it. Her past experiences hadn't been any good.
One guy in particular always caught her eye. He had light brown hair, and was a little taller than her stature of five and a half feet. He had a slender, semi-athletic physique, and long limbs. He had the most amazing smile, and though she'd never been close enough to see what color his eyes where, his laugh was just. . .
Lost in her thoughts, she ran straight into someone, dropping all of her books when she did. She blushed, quickly kneeling to the ground and picking her scattered things up from the ground.
She hastily started stacking, as all the boys laughed, except the one she had run into. He started to help her, stacking the books closest to him.
"I'm so sorry." she muttered. "It's okay." he replied, as she looked up at him, "My name's Kyle, yours is?"
She froze, her mind a whirlpool of thoughts and emotions. The two predominant ones being, 'Oh my gosh it's him' and the other being 'Oh crap I'm going to be late for class'.
Glancing up at him again through her hair, she saw his eyes clearly for the first time. They where a beautiful green-hazel, and she found herself lost in them. . .
Until the bell rang. She snatched her things and ran off to her final class, legs moving as fast as the possibly could.
Kyle sighed. So close, yet so far. He finished putting his things in his locker, and got ready to listen in on her performing arts class.
Rachel ran into the auditorium for her final class, or rather elective. Today they where performing her favorite of the arts, singing.
The ceiling soared above her, the rafters far to high to reach even with a ladder. At the bottom of the rows was a small desk, where the teacher sat, and just in front of that was the stage itself.
She waited patiently as the teacher cam in, fussing with some papers. She told Rachel her assignment quickly. She had to sing a song that expressed how she felt, where she was in life.
That was a tough one. How she felt wasn't really expressible in a song, or at least one she felt like singing in front of anyone else. This would take some thought.
Kyle crept in; standing in the darkest corner he could, so no on would see him. He could hear the old teacher tell Rachel to find a and sing a song that best described how she felt, and to sing it in five minutes.
In five minute's time, Rachel stepped up slowly, pulling at the him of her shirt. And then she began to sing.
He pressed record on his iPod, and listened. She sang Defying Gravity, a song from the Wicked musical. He was confused for a bit.
Based on his observations, this song didn't really describe her life at all. He shook his head, he must be missing something.
As she sang he could see her inhibitions melt away, and about mid-song really break out and sing. She finished with a powerful note, and stood, looking out at the now silent auditorium.
Rachel stood there, smiling and gazing out to the empty auditorium. For a minute she thought she saw someone in the back of the auditorium, but it there was they left before she could get a good look.
"You where pitchy." the teacher stated flatly, "If you want to amount to anything you must try harder. Oh and also, that note at the end was squeaky. I shall see you after vacation. Keep practicing, and try not to lose any knowledge over the summer."
Rachel's heart fell through the creaking floorboards. She was working hard.
"Just another disappointing endeavor." she thought to herself. "I'll just quit next year." she moodily walked out of the auditorium and put her things in her locker, and left. She had a lot of packing to do.
Her foster parents weren't home, (big surprise) so she packed her things rather quickly, not having any yelling to distract her.
As Kyle ate his dinner that night, he found himself wishing that girl was coming to camp too, so at least he could ask her what her name was, with no possibility of bells to interrupt him.
If she did come, it would be great. He wouldn't loose her attention to the ringing bell, the bus, or anything else. He'd finally get to talk to her, tell her how talented, how beautiful she really was. . .
"Are you okay?" his mother asked, cutting off his train of thought. He found that he was smiling with no outwardly apparent reason.
"Yea, just thinking about camp." he said, hiding his blush in his napkin. "I can't wait for tomorrow!" his mother nodded, smiling, and they continued eating their meal.
He barely slept that night, anxiously awaiting his alarm clock's bell. The inner tension prevented him from getting any real sleep.