Am I the only one that sees the beauty in a rainy Monday? Please say that I'm not. Maybe it's the combination of the two things most people hate in the world; rain and Mondays. I see rainy Mondays as a sign of hope for the world. Everyone drags their feet and hangs their heads on days like this, days like today. Even though we hate it, we still deal with it, and we deal with it together.
As I sit on this depressing school bus, I notice expressions, body language, and irregular speech patterns of my peers. All these students seem so sad, don't they know that we are walking pieces of art?
The dead bus made its way down the flooded roads to get to my high school; Forge High. Yes, Forge. My school is so creative, that its name is after the street it's on. Side note: my high school has to be one of the most boring looking high schools out there. Its faded red bricks hold no character, and the inside walls were recently painted a light grey color.
Once off the bus, I walked down the halls with nothing to look at. It's like the school has given up on itself.
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"Jay!" Someone called out just before I closed my locker. I turned around to find a smiling Matthew. As he approached me, I realised just how tall he really is.... Or how short I am.
"Hi." I almost whispered, assessing his new hair.
"Notice anything?" He hinted.
"You're shorter?" I joked.
"Yup, now I'm only 6'1!" Matthew whined, pretending to frown. "No, really."
"You're not blonde anymore."
He smiled at my response.
"I think black suits me more, don't you think?"
It really does look better than his old blonde, shaggy hair.
"Defiantly." I muttered as I looked down at my grey converse.
"Hey," he nudged me. "I have tons of dye leftover."
I shot my head up and met his green eyes.
"No! My dad would literally kill me!" I lied.
"Oh, come on, Jay! We could be the dark duo!" Matthew pursued.
I thought for a moment.
"Okay, fine." I gave in.
"Awesome! How-" the bell cut him off.
"I've gotta go, bye." I mumbled as I walked away and ventured to home room. I quickly found my seat and planet myself in it. My first class is AP government, and unlike the masses, I like it.
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"Jayleeeeeee!" Matthew called out as he caught up to me whilst in the crowded hallway. Now I'm concerned, because we don't usually walk to the busses together. I flashed him a quick smile; I don't feel like talking. "I like your shirt by the way!"
I looked down at my shirt.
"Thanks!" I lit up. "You like Mötley Crüe?!" I hope he does.
"I use to be really into them." He answered.
"Oh, what are you into now?" I asked.
"I can show you my albums on Friday." He smiled.
"Friday?" I questioned.
"Halloween.... You're coming over for my little get- together." He informed.
"Seems like I have a lot to look forward to on Friday." I joked.
"That's the plan." He smirked.
"I've gotta go. I'll-"
"I'll call you later." Matthew cut me off. Without letting me respond, he waved goodbye then got on his bus. I think I just made the mistake of trusting.
I carefully avoided the stray rocks in the bus parking lot. As I waited for the old bus driver to let students on, I studied surrounding kids. I wonder what it would be like to be them. To be happy.
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As soon as I got home, I rushed to my room and closed the bedroom door behind me. I tossed my book bag into the nearest corner and then sat on my fairly- large bed. I then proceeded to pull my journal out from under my pillow. When I squired a pencil and a clean page, I wrote:
Dear Jenna,
I fear for the worst. I've made the mistake of trusting.
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[A/N]
No one is reading this.
PS-
The boy pictured is Matthew :)
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The Mistake Of Trusting
RomanceI use to be strong, but now I trust people. I trust people. Three of them. Then they're ripped away from me.
