Distant Memories

Chapter 5

Savannah's POV-
The bell rings, signaling the school day to be over. Because this had been my first day, I wasn't sure what to expect. I must admit, I was surprised. Cynthia had said this school was nice, but she didn't quite mention it being incredible. Can't say the same thing for the people.
In my first class, I'm in the back, thank god. I'm in the front for all my other classes, because the teachers are sure I'm one of those people who sleep all the time. They're right.
As for the actual experience, I hated it. The highlight of my day was when a girl in first period opened the door in a guy's face as she was leaving. I thought it was funny.
The other highlight of my day was when the queen bitch of the school tried to humiliate me in front of her crowd of cronies. Ha, yeah right. Get a life.
I slam my locker shut, remembering the "BURN!" directed at the girl after I had (truthfully) commented about her makeup. Considering some of the things I had been through, it seemed like a sick joke.
Lost in thought, I turn the corner of the hallway too fast. The next thought that registers is: OW! I look at the girl who slammed into me. She is the one I sit next to in first period. She has her black hair in a messy bun, and she is wearing a black hoodie, ripped jeans, and converse. Obviously someone who is trying not to attract attention, for whatever reason.
She is flat on the ground with her books strewn around her. I am about to tell her off for slamming into me when I notice her hand. It hangs from her wrist at an unnatural angle, and I have to resist the urge to look away. She groans. "You better be sorry cause it hurts like hell."
I want to slap her. Instead, I swallow my anger and laugh. She looks pissed, then confused, then she starts laughing, too.
Before long, we are both hysterical for no reason at all.
Between gasps, I do something I've never done for a very long time: I apologize. "I'm so sorry I fucked up your wrist."
She looks at me for a second, still recovering from the laugh attack. "Whatever. I'll be okay."
I see her guard go up. I feel like helping this girl, though.
"Here, let's get you to the nurse's office."
I reach down and pick up her books.
"No! Stop!" She is almost yelling. I watch her struggle to stand up. She grits her teeth, and I can tell her wrist really hurts. I stand silently as she tries to pick her books up with one hand. After a few useless attempts, she growls at me, "Fine. Help me."
I almost snap back at her, but I bite my tongue.
So I grab the books, and we start to the nurse's.
About halfway there, some extremely attractive guy walks up to us.
"You again." The girl scowls.
He smirks. "You look like you need some help."
He gestures to the bag she still carries. How could I not notice she was holding it? I grab for the bag. "Come on."
I look pointedly at the exceedingly hot boy, asking him with my eyes to please go away. I actually wouldn't mind the help, but the girl obviously has some problem with him.
But he steps in our path. "So you don't remember me at all?"
She pales. I honestly don't know what the hell is going on, but I want to get her to the nurse so I can leave. This is turning out to be more than I thought it would be.
Before I can protest, he grabs the books out of my arms. He starts walking, stops, and looks back, gesturing for us to come.
We look sideways at each other. "Well, he does have my books."

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