Chapter 2

Madison Conner.

09:15 - College - USA - Washington.

I was relieved to finally arrive at the college, my feet hurt like hell, and my body ached even more after such a long walk. I wish I had the money to take the bus, I wouldn't say I liked walking that far.

College was huge, and I admit I envied those who chose to live in the dorms, I would have loved to live in the dorms, make some friends, and be normal. But unfortunately, I was in no condition to be a normal person.

As usual, I wore dark jeans, a white T-shirt underneath, and a black shirt with sleeves that went down to my wrists. I went up to the second floor, turned right and kept going, and when I got to my room, I went in and saw that there were already a few people there.

I went to the back seat and sat by the window, placing my backpack on the table.

"It's that weird girl, right?"

''Yeah, that's her. "

"Why is she like that? I tried to be friends with her, and she just looked at me blankly.''

"They say she's crazy. ''

I tried to ignore their whispers, but they were talking loud, and they seemed to want me to hear as if they knew something about me. It wasn't my fault, and I was surprised that it wasn't my fault!

I turned my face toward the window and looked at the sky.

I wondered what you looked like in the sky. Mom, are you happy? Because I'm unhappy, your husband went crazy on me and now I'm his punching bag. I want to be with you in heaven.

"Good morning, class. " The art teacher has arrived.

She was a gorgeous woman, in her forties, with white skin, light brown hair, dark blue eyes, and very tall, about five feet tall.

"Good morning, teacher. " Everyone replied, except me.

"I know it's already second semester, but we have a new student here today, so come on in. Come on in."

The door was opened by a beautiful girl, and I have to admit she was very pretty indeed, and she stood next to the teacher with grace and poise.

"This is Hayley Maxwell, your new classmate."

"Nice to meet you all, I hope we can be friends. " She had a lovely voice too.

She was a very pretty redhead with very dark blue colored eyes and a triangular-shaped face, making everything about her more beautiful. She must have been 5'6" because, as you can see, she was taller than me, she had a great body with a well-developed waist, wide hips, and a big ass which made everything perfect. She also had huge breasts, it was perfect.

"You may choose your seat, Ms. Maxwell. "

"Thank you, teacher."

She looked at the class again, and I jumped when her eyes met mine. I almost admired her beauty, but then I remembered my situation and averted my gaze.

I wished she wasn't sitting next to me, I wondered if I could be rude to her, why did this have to happen to me? Why did our eyes have to meet? Well, maybe she'll think I'm weird too, because everyone here is well dressed and has much nicer clothes than I do, and everyone is cheerful, and I'm a less cheerful person. Yeah, so she won't sit next to me.

"Excuse me, can I sit here?" I hurriedly turned my face toward her.

What !!!!!!? She chose me? Why? Madison let her sit down.

"Madison, sit her down." The teacher looked at me seriously.

Shit. - Whatever!

" Whatever," I said, trying to sound as impassive as possible before turning my face towards the window again.

"Thanks."

She sat down next to me and I could smell her perfume, it was very nice.

Restrain yourself, Madison! Remember what your father would do to you.

"Okay, let's start the class." The teacher said, walking over to her desk.

I opened my book bag and took out my sketchbook.

I sighed.

I didn't know what to draw.

I glanced cautiously to the side and my heart almost popped out of my mouth, she was staring at me shamelessly.

"Is something wrong?" I asked coldly.

She smiled.

"Nothing."

"Then can I please stop staring at me? It's very uncomfortable." I took my eyes off her and focused on the drawing paper.

What should I draw?

"Are you always like this?" She asked, looking at me intently.

"Like what?"

''Pretend you're not you?" Her dark blue eyes stare at me.

Like she knows something.

"Stay out of my business. Stop bothering me, I want to focus on my business."

She shrugged.

"If that's what you want, then fine." She took her eyes off me and focused on her sketchbook.

I feel guilty about doing this to her, but I don't want anyone to get hurt because of me.

It was better this way.