Only for you

Esmeray

I wake to the sound of my alarm clock sounding, signaling me that it is time to start another day. I groan and turn around to turn off the alarm to enjoy the sound of nothingness before I start a day full of noise and complications. I lay on my back looking up toward the ceiling to enjoy the peace and quiet of my own little world that I have here of my own. No complications, no worries, no loud noises, just me. See, I know in my head that it sounds like I hate everybody, I don't. I enjoy people's company. I've always been this way, I presume. There is just moments as to where I wish I was the only one around in this world. I like being alone. I like the sound of nothing.

After laying in bed, I get myself up and walk to my closet and pick out clothes for school. I'm seventeen. One more year and i'll be graduating, becoming an adult. Seems like a dream but if anything it is a harsh reality that I still have no clue as to what I want in life. What career I want. How fast time speeds by a person. I walk towards my bathroom and start the shower up. I step in and let the hot water trickle and cover my body while washing everything away, cleansing me for the upcoming day I am about to endure. I step out of the shower and dry my body off with my towel and dress into my tight long sleeve gray sweater and step into my black pleaded skirt. I put black tights on and dry my hair completely and just leave it down. I do some quick and easy makeup and walk back to my bedroom to put on my no show socks and step into my shoes, grab my bag and walk out to my car.

The drive to school was quiet. I know I seem like such a downer, at least that how I view myself in my head. Im not really all that gloomy. I'm happy... according to my friends. I don't let them see that part of me. I don't let them see the ugly parts I hide beneath my half assed smile and chirpy voice. My friends aren't popular, but they are well known. The same goes for me. Popularity was never my interest. Never my goal. I pull into the parking lot and looking into my rear view mirror and looking into my eyes. I stare for a few seconds and smile before turning off the engine and grabbing my bags for school. I walk through the main lobby doors of my high school and walk to my locker. I start unloading all of the things I will need for my morning classes. "Esmeray!" I hear my voice being yelled out and I stiffen and turn to Calista. Calista, I've known her since we were seven. And here we are, ten years later.

Hey Cal. I smile and return to unloading my bags. I play a sport, surprisingly. I do track. Most people see running as being disgusting. I don't. I see it being freeing.

"Hey Esmeray. Good morning." Calista's voice is smooth. When we were younger, is was so high pitched I thought my ears would bleed from
just her laughter. As she grew up and matured. I can't stop myself from feeling relaxed from her voice. She talks at a medium pace but smooth nonetheless. Calista hates running so she doesn't do track, she swims instead along side our other friend. Willow. Willow, which hasn't arrived yet to school and haven't heard from her at all this morning, is most likely ditching school again. "Willow is ditching today. Said she didn't get much sleep last night." Called it.

I sorta figured that since she's not next you. I smile and close my locker and bend down to pick up my track bag and sling it over my shoulder and walk to the locker room with Calista walking next to me with her own sports bag. "How is your morning going beautiful?" She flashes me a quick smile and I smile back. Not to bad. How is your morning going? Anything exciting happen? Calista has Blonde curly hair with hazel eyes and freckles trailing over her nose and all across her cheeks. She wears Gray jeans and a black long sleeve shirt. Talk about matching unconditionally. "My morning is going good. I heard news of a new student in our first period class that will be joining today. I don't know the gender of the person yet. Imagine it being some hot dude." I doubt it. I smile and open the door to the locker room and hold it open for Calista to walk through first, than I follow. "I mean, we won't know till first period." She winks at me. "I'll let you have him if he's hot okay?" What makes you think I want him? "You haven't dated anyone in a year ever since your breakup with Liam. It's time to get back into the game." She nudges my shoulder and I scoff. I'm not interested in anyone else honey. I haven't been. He hurt my heart enough that I don't think i'm ready for another relationship until I fully heal that part that he broke of me. "I know he hurt you but, not every guy is like Liam. There are good guys out there." Maybe, I'm just not ready for that chance yet. She smiles tenderly towards me and we drop our bags off and leave to head to your next class. History.

I kinda dislike how early I have history. Makes me sleepy. Calista and I share the same opinion. I sit behind Calista in the row the farthest from the door close to the windows. I like my seat. I like looking out the windows into the little courtyard our school has. "This is so exciting! I can't wait to see who the new person is!" Relax a little, they may not even like you. She raises and eyebrow at me. "Excuse you, but what is there not to like about me?" Everything darling. I smile at her innocently and she flips me off and turns around in her seat to face the front of the class. I slightly laugh and lean back into my chair and spread my legs outwards in front of me and cross my arms over my chest. I look out the window as the bell rings signaling that class is about to start. Mr. Kurt walks in and sets his stuff down onto his desk and walks to the front of the class like he does every morning. "Good morning students of 11th grade history. Today we will be picking up where we left off in yesterday's lesson. But before I turn on the morning announcements. Some of you may have already heard about a new student joining this class. I'm not sure as to how exactly, but you guys did so, without further a due, let's introduce him shall we?"

Of course, a new boy like Calista said this morning. I look towards the front of the class and watch as Mr. Kurt walks towards the door, opens it and stands to the side. I watch as he enters and I hear the whispers among the class. Willow turns around in her seat and looks at me with eyes wider than golf balls. "Holy shit." She turns back around and sits up straighter. Mr. Kurt clears his throat and speaks up. "Everyone meet Asher Wisher"