Indescribable

Chapter Two

"Briar school time." My mom whispered to me to wake up at 7:00 on the dot. I mumbled a response and got up right away, knowing if I didn't, I would fall back asleep or never get up. I sat on my bed for a few minutes, staring at the clock, changing from 7:00 to 7:01 and then 7:02. I rubbed my eyes to the point where I was seeing a whole galaxy in front of me and walked over to the bathroom down the hall.

'Why hello there mirror' I thought to myself. My pyjamas were extremely baggy and kept the criticizing to a minimum, for now at least. Brushed my teeth and hair and washed my face before walking back to my bedroom to get dressed. My older seventeen-year-old sister was still sleeping, so I grabbed a graphic tee and jeans before going back to the bathroom to change. My shirt was much too large for me, the armholes being triple my arm size and the length of it being down to my mid-thighs. It had words that I could barely make out anymore written down. My jeans were pretty boring too, a medium wash, held up by a think brown belt. I glanced at the mirror but rushed out before I stared too long.

I grabbed my homework from my desk, being as quiet as possible to not wake my sister, and ran down the stairs. It was now 7:21 so I had about 9 minutes until I had to leave. I shoved my notebook into my dark gray backpack that I have had for 3 years now and walked into the kitchen.

I walked in to see my mom making her lunch for work, surprisingly early to be honest, and opened the fridge. Our kitchen was fairly small, with dark brown cupboards and beige counters. The sliver sink gleamed, clearly having been cleaned by my mom.

"Hi, Mom." I smiled.

"Good morning." She smiled tightly.

I sighed. She wasn't in a good mood and now was probably waiting for me to ask what was wrong. I could tell from the way she smiled and the way she hadn't hugged me yet. My mom also never got up this early. She was probably on her way to work to escape. I wish I could escape like that sometimes.

I threw a few things in my lunch: a sandwich I had made last night, a granola bar, some mixed fruit and crackers before proceeding to shove it in my backpack right alongside my homework and book I had left in there from yesterday. I zipped it up, grabbed an oversized sweater and walked outside into the crisp September air.

"Bye Mom!"

"Bye."

It made me so upset when she was like this as if she didn't even like the life she had created for herself and therefore that she did not like her kids. Yet sometimes she was such a great mom. I didn't understand her.

I ran down the steps on my front porch, past our small bushes of flowers and onto the sidewalk. Everything looked damp, so I assumed it had rained last night. My mom's grumpy aura had brought down my mood a bit, but I still had some hope that today would be okay, although I was anxious for Math class, considering I didn't show up yesterday. What could I say? I got lost on my way there. To be fair, it was a very big school compared to my elementary school.

The streets were tranquil, with only a few kids walking right now, for it was a little early. A black car sped down the street, when I suddenly thought, 'What if it swerved and hit you.'

I stared at the car until it was only a small dot in the distance, the small pep in my step gone after that horrific thought. My walk to school was about 7 minutes long. I passed the exotic pink house on Langford street and turned left, coming across the gravity-defying tree with branches that stretched in the strangest ways, before walking down the pathway that leads to the back of my school. I walked around the school, passing some boys laughing, keeping my head down. I knew they weren't laughing at me (I had just got there for goodness sake!) but what if they were? Maybe my outfit looked stupid. I glimpsed down at my black Converse, covered in dirt and grime. I kept promising myself that I'd wash them, clearly being unsuccessful.

I walked into school and to my locker on the 2nd floor.

31, 24, 59

That was the code. I'm pretty sure. I slowly spun the dial and pulled the lock, only to find it didn't work. I spun it again and yanked. It was still locked. I rattled the lock until the point where I was getting a few stares from my peers. I blushed in embarrassment and groaned in frustration, I guess today wasn't my day.

'One more time.' I thought to myself, taking a deep breath. I glanced at my watch. 7:43, two minutes before class. I heard the warning bell ring.

I spun it as carefully and precisely as possible and yanked, yelping as I fell back onto the floor. My backpack sheltered my fall, so at least I didn't bruise my spine or tailbone. That's always a positive. I looked up at my locker as the screeching bell rang, seeing my lock open. I promptly grabbed my books and ran to history class, making it just in time.

Surprisingly, history class was mainly a mix between go over what everyone had remembered from over the summer and what we needed to review. My teacher, Ms. Wilson, seemed nice enough based on what I knew from yesterday and the first 20 minutes of today. I was situated on the back corner of the class, with three rows ahead of me and one behind me in a class of 28 students. The window was to my left, which I enjoyed. I saw the cars speeding by, thinking back to when that black car zoomed by me, zoning out on the moment.

The bell blared in my ear, signaling that I should be headed to math class. I dashed out of class, trying to make sure I had maximum time to find that dumb classroom I couldn't find yesterday. I scoured the second floor yesterday, so I knew it wasn't on this floor. I raced down the stairs and scanned the classes. Room 107 was where I was headed.

113, 114, 115

I was going the wrong way. I took a hard 180 and began walking the other way.

112, 111, 110, 109, 108

"107!" I shouted, but then hastily shut my mouth and covered it with my hand, turning as red as a cherry.

I sauntered into class, scanning to see if I knew anyone. This was one of the only high schools in the area, so all the elementary schools were crammed in it. I recognized a few kids from last year, but there were many new faces. One that popped out was a girl in the front row with short dyed blue hair. Her hair resembled candy floss in the best possible way. She wore earrings that were pieces of Legos and black striped overalls, paired with a flowers t-shirt. Somehow her outfit was chaotic but still stylish. I was instantly fascinated.

Interested, I sat two desks behind her in one that was seemingly vacant. I looked down and noticed her shoes. They were white high-top Converse with what looked like hand-drawn flowers, they were gorgeous. I was studying her shoes when the teacher walked in and began taking attendance.

When she reached my name, I didn't hear anything about me being absent the previous day, which I very much appreciated.

"Dahlia?" She called.

"Present!" The girl two seats ahead of me with the blue hair answered. She seemed so sweet then.