I walked through the over-sized crowd in the hallway, attempting to get to my next class period. Science. Once I made my way inside the classroom, away from all the people I've seen every day now, I saw her. The girl with the pink hair, still not knowing her name, I walked over to her. "Hey,.. you." I said. She greeted me back with a smile. "In case you're wondering, which I know you are, my name is Lyria." She stated, "Lyria Justice." Yeah, as if she knew I was actually thinking that. But yes, I actually was. I suppose it was pretty obvious, especially for someone who you barely know. "Nice to meet you, Kera!" She declared. I stared at her with a funny face remembering that I said my "friends" call me that. Did she think we were friends? Because if so, jokes on her, I don't have friends. "I don't recall saying we were friends..." I whispered, regretting saying that at all, even in my head. Ugh, I felt so bad! How dare I say something so impolite and repugnant. She didn't deserve that kind of behavior. I knew I should respect everyone, I was just so used to people saying those kinds of things to me. I shouldn't be the bully,.. but I guess I do understand now how the school counselor explained how most bullies are what they are because they've gone through some stuff too. I put on a smile, hoping she didn't take that seriously. "Sorry," she apologized, "I didn't quite catch that- what did you say?" Phew! She didn't hear me. Or so I thought, I knew deep down she did hear me say that but luckily didn't get upset. I wasn't sure what to say by now, and how on earth did she get past that crowd? I wanted to ask but the bell interrupted me. I had to take my seat as quick as I could as so not to be late, as well as getting caught doing so. I glanced around the room, looking for an empty chair--or better, an empty table--to sit at. With the little time I looked around, I did not spot not even one empty place. I walked backwards, anxious of what to do, surrounding myself in negative thoughts. Why was I so concerned? It was just one awaiting detention, there was no need to get so overworked. I felt as if I was going to have a panic attack, again,- not needing to feel this way, until I felt a sudden hand pulling on my shirt. Before I could look behind me, I was pulled down into a free, vacant chair. I suddenly saw a familiar face smiling at me. It was Lyria. I felt like a jerk. I looked everywhere except where she was sitting, where there was clearly an unclaimed chair. I mouthed the words "thank you" as I wasn't allowed to speak speak since classes had just started. I'm a pretty good kid, somehow it doesn't give me a very good reputation,- besides the reputation with every teacher in the building. Literally, teachers know about  me but most kids don't give a darn thing about it. Sure, we're not exactly kids anymore but saying "teens" doesn't really make sense. At least Lyria was the first person to actually be nice to me, and also be someone who I almost fully understand. ..Without the crazy parts like her family apparently having naturally bright-colored hair, of course. I stared at the clock for a few minutes, zoning out as always, wishing time would pass quicker. I focused so hard on the hands of the clock, I could've passed out right then and there. Of course I didn't, but something crazier happened. The hands on the clock moved! They turned and turned until it hit at the time where class usually ends. I was amazed! Did I do that? How and.. how?! Mr. Bean, my science teacher, looked up at the clock when somebody pointed out the sudden change in time. The whole class was a little out of it too, so when it was pointed out they all looked a little confused. It was almost funny to the point I could laugh. I didn't though. I'm not those kinds of people who laugh at smallest things. The stranger thing about it is that the bell didn't ring--huh? Mr. Bean walked out for a few minutes, telling us to not go anywhere while he went to ask some other teachers for assistance. Honestly, it's just a simple clock but everybody at our school HAS to be slightly more extra. It's just our thing. But I mean, that clock is very high-standard. I suppose it makes sense for the teacher to ask questions. Everybody did too, for a few seconds until talking to one another about whatever the hay they wanted to speak to each other about. I felt someone staring at me. I knew who it was immediately. "I see you have potential." Lyria said. "Excuse me?" I asked, puzzled.

"I know you changed the hands, surely you don't think somebody didn't notice-- right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, nobody pays attention to me."

"That's what you think."

"What are you even saying?"

"I'm saying I know you did what you think you did."

"What did I do?"

"You moved the hands on the clock."

"Why are you so interested in what I do? I'm not important, I don't have many friends, none at all really, and I'm not cool like everybody in this school. I'm just some poor girl in a boring school with no real interests in her life. Why else do you think I push people away? I don't want to hurt anyone, and I certainly don't want to get hurt." I sighed.

I looked down, then up at Lyria. I was so embarrassed, why did I just blurt all that out? I felt like digging up a whole in the ground and hiding away in it forever. Out of the blue, Lyria put her hand on my shoulder, as if trying to comfort me. I felt weird inside, like something I haven't felt in a very long time. I smiled at her, apologizing about a billion times until realizing almost half the class overheard me say all those negative things about myself. Thankfully, they didn't hear the part where Lyria said she knew I "moved time".

Then Mr. Bean waltzed in, the silly teacher that he is, explaining how a bug must've just went inside the clock and messed it up. There wasn't any more real explanation than that that he could probably think of, so he continued class. I didn't actually speed up time, but I at least bought the whole class some free time to not think about atoms and biology. Vocabulary words in general, anyways. It wasn't so bad, besides the part where I insulted myself a whole bunch. I wish I hadn't done that, now people must think I'm depressed or something. I'm not, I just don't think I'm special in any way, shape, or form. Not at the time at least. Now, things have changed. A whole lot.

*Here's the second part of this novel! I hope you liked it. I really enjoyed writing so much, and again it's 1:02 AM so I better go to bed. Happy New Year by the way! I'm late by a few hours, but it's still not too late to say it.