Beautiful Mess

Chapter 3: school

When we got to school, my friend Cate was waiting for me outside.
"Why are you wearing pants in the middle of June in California?" She asked getting off the bench she was sitting on as I walk in the school.
"Like I said, mom doesn't let me where shorts at school."
"That is stupid,"
"Yea I know." I say walking with her to get to my locker.
Cate requested that we have our lockers next to each other because she is rich and can basically get whatever she wants. I put my bag in my locker and get out my chemistry book.
"Ok, I will see you at math." I say walking to home room.
"Ok,"
When I get in the classroom, I feel overwhelmed. I hate home room. There is mostly all the popular kids in this class, and even though I'm friends with one of the richest kids in our school, I'm not that popular. Honestly it is really about my parents. They don't want me to have any friends. I can barely have any friends over, I cant have anyone's number except Cate, and I cant go out at night. I have snuck out a couple of times before, but that was when my parents were on a business trip and Rose went with me.
Anyway, I sit at my seat in the middle of the classroom and get out my pencil I keep in my pocket.
"Ok class. Today in home room I want you guys to work on your homework." My teacher, Mrs. Taylor says.
"Why cant we talk to our friends?" One of the kids says; I've forgotten their name.
"No. I want you to work on your homework from your classes."
"Fine," The kid says.
At that moment, I forgot I didn't bring my bag to the classroom. I don't why I did that, I usually bring it in the classroom. I want to go get my bag, but I also don't want to go into the hall. I raised my hand anyway.
"Yes, what is it Ms. Miller,"
"Can I get my bag? I left it in my locker." I say nervously. I hate raising my hand.
"Of course, but be quick."
I get up out of my seat while everyone is staring at me and get a hall pass to get my bag. Good thing my locker is right across from my home room.
I put in my locker code, get my bag and go back to the classroom. Then, I start working on my homework for English.
When the bell rings 10 minutes later, I get up and put my chemistry book in my bag and get up to walk out of the classroom. Now it's first period.
Let me just say, yes, I do hate chemistry. It is the most boring subject of all time. Ok, maybe it is because I'm failing, but that's the only class I'm failing in. I have no clue why I'm failing, it's not like there are any cute boys in the classroom to distract me or anything, I just don't like chemistry.
When I get to the classroom, Mr. Phillips is signaling me over to his desk. I walk over awkwardly.
"Ada, I need to talk to you after class about your grades," He says, looking down at what I assume is my paperwork.
"Um...ok, I guess." I say shyly. I walk to my desk which is in the back, and sit down.
This is great. I know what he is going to say; exactly what I feared. If my parents find out that I'm failing, they will never let me see the light of day ever again. It feels like there is a pit in the bottom of my stomach. I wish I was invisible, but I obviously I know that's impossible. I'm probably going to have to stay after school and have a special tutor or something to teach me chemistry.
"Ok, today we are continuing to learn about the properties of matter, and why it's important." The teacher says.
While the teacher keeps talking about the properties of matter or whatever he is talking about, I try to focus. It's getting hard to focus when all I can think about is what my parents are going to say when I get home. Then, when I finally focus back on the class, it's over. I wasn't paying attention at all. Great. I get up and put my books back in my bag and go to Mr. Phillips.
"So.... what was the thing you wanted to tell me," I say looking down.
"Well, you have been doing pretty good in chemistry this semester. Better than last semester." He says handing me some papers with a whole bunch of words on it I don't read.
"Wow, that's good,"
"Yes, very good. Would you like me to inform your parents about your grades? They didn't come to parent teacher conference's last semester." He says looking at me.
"Oh, no that won't be necessary. They are really busy, so I will tell them when I get home." I say flipping my bag around to stuff the papers in the bottom of my bag.
"Of course."
Then I turn around and walk out of the classroom.
. . . .
I have been to four periods so far, and now it's lunch. I go to find Cate and she gives me her lunch card to give to the lunch ladies. I go to the lunch line and get my food and sit back down with Cate.
"So, how are you and Liam?" I tease. She has a major crush on him.
"Well, he hasn't really paid much attention to me today." She says about to bite into an apple.
"Oh, I'm surprised he hasn't asked you out yet."
"Yea, me too. Wait, I think he is walking over here now."
She was right, he was walking over to our table.
"Hey ladies," He says casually. "would you guys be interested in a party at my house tonight at six?"
"Um....sure!" Cate says shaking my shoulder.
I think my parents are going to be working late, so I might as well go.
"Sure, we would love to," I say. Then Liam walks away. I look at Cate and she looks at me with an excited face.
"So, what are you going to tell your parents?" She says.
"I guess I'll just tell them I'm at your house studying for a test," I say casually.
"Great idea." She says back.