Chapter 2: A Friend?
👆🏼^ Above is Vinsul
I was at the local public school. Greenwoods High. I was new once again because I switched group homes. My first period was U.S History Honors with Degual. I grabbed a seat in the back and pulled my black hood over my dyed black hair. I waited to hear the bell ring. But the first thing i heard was a kid. He tapped on my shoulder and said "Is this seat taken?" I wanted to say that it was so bad, but he look nice. My kindness took hold and I replied " No you can sit there." He had black hair and wore, a band sweatshirt. The band was Famous Last Words. I also had that sweater. He had a nose ring and black eye. I guess he was bullied or a hard home but did not ask.I learned during that class he had been there for 2 years. His name was Vinsul. He has been at this school for 2 years and never really fit in. He lost his father last year to cancer. Yeah we talked all class. We talked about grades and bands and then he asked where i lived. I didnt have the guts to tell him I was in a group home so I just switched the topics. I was so nervous around him. I didn't want Vinsul getting to close because if i left then I would hurt him and I couldn't hurt anyone else.
I had him for almost all of my classes except Biology and P.E. So I tried to get a seat by him since he was the only person willing to talk with an Scene 17 year old.~*~*~*~
We grew close over the past few weeks. I helped him study because he was failing. And he helped me with finding more friends. A fun, yet dorky guy named Wyatt, a young popular girl named Sarah, and that was about it.. But I made friends and that was about it.
I want to tell him about my past but I am scared that I will scare him off. Or what if he goes and tells people? He probably would not do that but who know to be sure? I am going to his home for dinner later maybe I could tell him then. Okay, I am going to tell him tonight. Maybe. I don't know. I am a chicken._Later_
I undress out if my navy blue sweats and New Years Day shirt to get in the shower. I open the door and turn the hot water and slide slowly into the luke warm water letting it run down my back. I tried and tried to clear my head but I was so nervous and scared about tonight with Vinsul. So many thoughts, yet not enough time.I finish my shower and walk to my closet and look... Nothing to freakin wear.. Never thought I would even think that. I just grab a pair of old black jeans and start searching for a shirt. I want something that says nice yet bitchy. I finally settle on a normal red and black horizontally striped shirt. And pick out a black sweater to top it off. And then I slide on my black platform boots. Now I think I look presentable. Hopefully.
~DINNER~
Walk up to the fancy large looking home and slow examine my new friends home. I have never seen anything like this. So big two stories, white, and a big porch that was cleaned very well.I raise my hand to knock. But all I can do is hold it in their like retard. Think think think! 'Breathe, in & out'. Finally I just knock on the door. Vinsul opens the door as a smile spreads from ear to ear. I can't help but smile back and giggle a little.
All of a sudden I see a young dirty blonde woman step out from behind my friend. She looked to be I her late 40s. She had dark bags under her eyes that showed that there was many sleepless nights I her past. Then a smile brightened across her face and I have her a reassuring grin back. She spoke "You must be Diveny, welcome. Dinner is being cooked but feel free to make yourself at home." She turned away and walked in to a hall that I guess lead to the kitchen.
Vinsul just stood there, I could tell that he was nervous. I was nervous of the conversation that will be happening. I wanted to just blurt it out and run but then I wanted to just turn and go to the home. I had butterflies in my stomach. I felt like I was going to be sick.
He finally broke the silence " Do what to come in side?"
"Sure" I responded under my breath.
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Tripping down Memory Lane
ContoHow do you know when something you have done is wrong? When do you let go of your past? When do you stop living in the past? (Fictional)