Today, we got a new girl in class named Abby. It was a normal day like any other, staring off into space, wondering what purpose there was to life. Some kid behind me was doodling things in his notebook, another boy beside him kept trying to start a conversation, but was just shoved aside. Some girl was taking notes like her entire life depended on the next letter on the paper. A couple at the back of the room stared in each others eyes, not paying attention to a single thing the teacher was saying. Just a loud, annoying classroom. But then she walked in, and surprised us all. It wasn't that this girl was beautiful, in fact she was average. Nothing defined, nothing extravagant, an average girl. Her hair was a sleek, yet foggy black. Her skin was an average shade of peach. But when you got to her eyes, all you could see was dread. I just watched her slowly parade at the front of the room, and talk. Drowning her own words in mumbles and incoherent phrases. But there was a peculiar look to those dread filled eyes. I think I'm the only one that saw it out of you guys. It didn't look like something bad happened to her, but it looked almost like she could see something we couldn't. Or rather, something we haven't. Everybody else went on doing what they were doing, as if they didn't even notice her. As I was lost in that thought, she sat down right beside me. And now that I saw her up close, I realized that she was actually more ominous than I thought. She didn't look any different, it's just that she gave of a dark aura, a bad vibe. Every time I tried to talk to her, she would shy away, and look like a frightened animal. I wasn't even sure what to do. As soon as the bell rang, I made sure to get out of there. But as soon as I got outside to take a breath of fresh air, I saw her on the roof of the school. How she got there so fast I'll never know, but I saw her jump. I know I saw her jump. Frantically, I ran over to see just what happened, but her body was nowhere to be found. Almost like it fell straight through the ground. I ran to the teacher and tried to tell him, but he didn't know what girl I was talking about. Not a single person I talked to knew who or what I was talking about. Not even you guys. The thing that still haunts me, is that when she jumped, I swear I saw her smile. Just for a second, she looked me in the eyes on her way down, and smiled. Almost like she was beckoning, telling me "I'll see you soon."
(Just a short story I wrote for English)