TITLE: Loving Adeline
GENRE: Literary YA
Whoever wrote 'the world is my playground' obviously lives in a different universe. The world I live in is chaos at the best of times, incomprehensible at the worst.
These are the worst of times.
I push myself against a locker and try to fold the walls around me. It feels as though I stepped into hell, not high school, and hell is a constant myriad of impressions. I am only eight steps from the door, but I can't see it. I know Ms. Newark hovers around me because I can feel the warmth of her skin, but I can't see her.
Everything around me blurs. Faces, colors, sounds. Only the eyes are clear and they're all staring at me. Telling me I don't belong here. Strange. Abnormal.
I move my hands so my palms are flat against the smooth steel surface pressed against my back. It calms me a little.
Looking up was a mistake. Life is easier when you're staring at the floor. When you don't have to meet the eyes burning holes in your soul.
I can feel Ms. Newark draw closer, but I'm not prepared for the lightning bolt when she touches my shoulder. I jump. Out of her reach, away from her hands. Eight steps to the door feels like an obstacle course. Try to dodge the people walking towards me, try to keep them from touching me. I have nowhere to go, but I need to get out.