Skye continued writing in her notebook as the bald-headed teacher continued with his boring lecture. "This school's lessons are way behind. I learned all this stuff last year, before I skipped the rest of ninth grade. She slipped her headphones in when the teacher wasn't looking, and silently mouthed the words. As she mouthed the words to the music in her head, she suddenly thought of a wonderful idea. No clubs for those who the 'normals' thought were 'social outcasts', she would just make one! No more outcasted-ness for Skye. Instinctively she reached up to push her glasses up, then realized she was wearing her contacts. "I may have gotten a few friends, but at my old school I was the top of the social food chain. Might as well embrace it." She muttered to herself. She then proceeded to stare out of the window, watching the birds fly by and the random guy cutting class sneak across campus. She pulled out her drawing pad, wrote a quick message on it, and held it up to the window. It read: I can see you. If you can get me out of my classes unscathed, please meet me after this period in the abandoned club room. She looked past the drawing pad and saw him looking up. Seeing the blond, he smiled and nodded, as if to say, 'I'll meet you there.'. She smiled and stared again. After a while, she absentmindedly started sketching the boy. Everything came into place on the paper as if it was just a developing photograph. His blond hair, his eyes... wait, how did she know they were purple? She hadn't even really looked at him. But she kept drawing the full-body sketch. Skye didn't care that the teacher was talking, only that he was boring, so she kept drawing. "Excuse me, Miss Ende, please pay attention to the lesson." The teacher said. "What? Oh, sorry, but I learned all of this last year before I skipped." "Perhaps you would like to finish teaching the lesson, then?" "Gladly." The class hollered as Skye said and stood up, closing her pad. She began to teach the rest of the lesson, completely from her 'mental archive'.
At the end of class, she sped out of the room after grabbing her messenger bag. Even though she was just arriving at the school today, she knew her way all around. She reached the club room at top speed, which was actually pretty fast for most people. She stopped when she got there, then picked the lock. When she entered, she saw that the boy was already there, waiting. "Hey. You called?" "Yes. First of all, what is your name?" "My name is Skye." Skye 1 dropped her stuff out of surprise. "What? Is there something wrong." "It's probably just a coincidence. Okay, Skye, my name is Skye. Welcome to the club in which you shall be forced into. Oh yeah, do those girls or the top of the food chain boys not like you?" "Not at all. They think I'm a freak." "Same here. Welcome to the club. The SSO, to be exact."
