Chapter 2

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Finally I am released to go home. My mom has only said two words to me during this whole experience " I'm sorry". It pained me that I could not be angry with her, though she is not present she is the only person I have. My father abandoned us when I was two, so I have little to no memories of him. I walk up to my room and lay on my bed. It's sucks being home. The worst part is I can't go to school till tomorrow. I know it's not normal to like school , but I hate being home more than anything and It's only 8:30am. I decide to go for a walk around the neighborhood. As I walk down the stairs I can see my mom put my iron pills in a cabinet. We make eye contact and I nod to let her know I saw where they are. She gives me a weak smile and walk up the stairs. I sit in front of the house for a few minutes just taking in all the neighboring houses. They were all very similar. Different fonts to the same words. I stand up front the porch step and begin my stroll. I am looking down at the sidewalk following the cracks, this calms my nerves. I can hear a skate board coming near from behind me I let them pass me. They turn their face to me as they pass. It feel almost like slow motion as I see the those gorgeous green eyes stare into my soul. Within a second she is far ahead of me. I continue to follow in the direction she went, taking a right at the end of elm street. I keep walking.

I can see a small park. It really pretty actually. There is a small flower garden that's kinda like a maze. I walk in hoping to find a bench. I make a right turn going further into the small maze and I see that beautiful girl. The thing is she was making out with someone. Without hesitation I turn around to hurry out of the scene when my foot of course get caught on a rose bush at my side. Her voice defensive
"Did you follow me?". I couldn't help but let out a  nervous laugh, after a quick second I attempt to speak in a strong voice " hey, your gorgeous and all but i didn't think you would be self obsessed too." Her eyes widened making me forget what happened for a second. I pick myself up and go to walk away, but with my fake confidence I let out one last retort "Sorry for the Intrusion, but please carry on" I walk away with her face in my head. I mean I did follow her, but only for one turn the rest was all me. I wish I payed more attention to who she was kissing. I don't want to go home, so I keep walking and try to avoid the garden maze.

My stomach growled as I walk into the Kitchen, so I made a grilled cheese and walked up to my room. After I've finished eating I began to unpack all my boxes. It doesn't take long considering I have only have  three boxes. I sit on the floor letting the emptiness I feel engulf me. I watch the sunset from my window, praying that I wouldn't feel this forever. I really hate crying and self pity, but lately it seems to love me. Sometimes it's okay to cry and whine about all your misfortune, So I do just that. I let the tears sting my eyes and take my breath. You know the kind of hurt that feels as if there is a hand crushing your heart and scratching your throat. I lay on the the floor because it gives me the perfect view of the night sky and stars.

I wake feeling a little lighter. I get dressed In a pair of baggy blue jeans and in a black sip up hoodie. looking in the mirror reminds me of the scratch on my forehead. I put some ointment and make up on it. This as good as it gets, so I begin my journey to the kitchen. I grab an apple and move on to the living room to tie my laces up. my mom interrupts my thoughts "Hey, have you taken you medication?" my heart pains at her words. It reminds me that she does care. Tear well up in my eyes, so I look down and reply "I will in a moment, thanks." my words slightly break at thanks. After a few moments I hear her foot steps head towards the front door. I go to the cabinet and take my medication. we didn't speak during the car ride to the school, but I could tell she let a few tears fall before I came out.

The moment I walked into the building all eyes were on me. Whispers were saying " isn't the girl who passed out" "I Heard Austin tackled her" and other phrase with the same contents. There goes trying to be Invisible.

Now that It was lunch I could finally catch my breath. I walk looking down because I really don't want to make eye contact with anyone. I get in line for lunch and ask for Mac and cheese. Just as I turned around to leave with my lunch there she was right behind me. I can't believe I just put Mac and cheese all over her. That's it kill me now god, if you don't my embarrassment will.

After what felt like a life time of staring into her cold eyes someone hands us napkins. I try to help her wipe off the pasta, but she flicks my hand away. I don't blame her. After she was done she headed toward the bathroom. I follow her.

I could hear water going as I enter the bathroom. I see her and my mouth moves before my brain. " I am sooooo sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you."
The goddess reply's " It's kinda weird that we keep meeting in these awkward situations don't you think?"
I can only think to laugh.
She says " hi my name is Avery and your Maria, right? The new student."
I nod and open my mouth to reply, but she cuts me off.
"Oh and i am sorry about last time in the garden. I was rude. I didn't mean to be I was defensive because I was embarrassed" she blushed. "It's okay" she smiles and walk out of bathroom leaving me alone.

The end of the school day came quicker than expected. I walk outside and decide to begin my walk home now that I am familiar with the route. I felt a tap on my shoulder as I walk in the parking lot. I turn to find none other than football boy. "Hey I don't know if you remember me but I'm Austin" I reply " how could I forget you made quite the impression" he laughed and put his hand behind his neck. Which is very attractive. "Well I was wondering if you wanted to go get ice cream with me right now. My car is not far" sure what the heck, not like I'll do anything at home " yea, sure"

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