The Boy Who Saved Me

Chapter 2

There's this new boy in class. No one ever sits next to me but he does even though there are other sets open.

"Hi my name is Jake." He says to me.

"Hi my name is Ashley ,but you can call me Ash." I say back to him.

"That's a nice name Ash." He tells me. He has light brown hair like mine was be for I dyed it.

He makes eye contact with me and I notice he has little bule eyes. He ask me " so I don't know where this class is, do you think you can show me?"

"Ummm" I say unsure as I answer "ya what's the room number?"

"A110" says Jake

"O I have that class next" I say without even thinking. What am I doing I tell myself.

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As we walk to class everyone is staring at us as he is talking to me. Jake is beginning to notice. He looks slowly at me then bake at everyone else. He's going to ask I feel it. He's going to as why they're staring. But he doesn't he just walks in to class and ask "where do you sit?"

" In the back." I say as I point. When class gets out he ask me "Hey do u want to hanging out at lunch?"

"Ya let's meet by the main stairs"I say as I start to walk to me next class. As I am walking to class I'm thinking why am I talking to him he's going to leave anyways.

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I didn't think he would come or even wait for me but he dose even with everyone laughing at us. It's as if he doesn't care he just keeps talking to me. The bell rings and lunch is over. Jake offers to walk me to class and he dose well every watchs and whispers as we walk by.

"See you when school gets out." He says and he walks off.

When last hour comes to an end I walk to the main doors and he's there waiting for me. He walks me to my bus and says "see you tomorrow."

When I get off the bus I walk to the field. As I lay there I beggen to wonder why is he so nice to me? I lay there and let my thought linger for awhile. Then I get up and head home. When I get to my front door I unlock it and head straight up stairs, right passed my dad on the couch, and right pass my mom in the kitchen' counting as I go up 1,2,3....16.16 stairs I just climbed to go to my room and be alone but not as sad a normal. Well because I made a new friend today, who doesn't care what other think of him. Well I lay here in my bed I think why doesn't he ask. Why doesn't he ask why they're staring at us? Why doesn't he ask what's wrong with me? Why did he even sit next to me in the first place? Why is he so nice to me?

When my mom calls me to dinner I start to eat. Then my mom ask me "what wrong."

"Nothing" I say lieing

She lowers her voice " well me and your dad where talking and....." Me thinking o now you notice right when something good happens to me.

" well we where talking about how you're always in your room and how you seem so depressed."

Me: "And what you think there's something wrong with me?"

My dad says : "No sweetie we're just concerned."

Me: "about what,... You are just noticing I'm always in my room. I'm in their so I don't have to here you yell and so I don't here you talk about me. I'm done I'm going to my room."

Mom: " No you're not you are going to sit right hear and listen."

Me now angery " Ok whateve, but I'm only listening to dad not you."

Dad:" now sweetie.... "

I cut him off: "don't now sweetie me we are going by my standard not yours or I'm going to leave and go stirght to my room."

Dad: " OK well we where thinking maybe you need to make some friends."

Me: " but I do have friends like today this new kid Jake hangout with all day."

My dad a little happier: " that's great but me and your mom also think you should go to a counselor and a support group."

Me: " Why, because I'm depressed to you guys because I'm not, you guys are like everyone else you judge me by the way I look and acted." I,m yelling now." I'm done, I'm going to my room and don't come and check on me, because you only care about what your friends think of me and how I'm making you look like bad parients ."
And with that I leave and go straight up stairs counting as I go up 1,2,3,...16. 16 stairs I just climbed to go to my room And be alone but this time I'm so angry and hurt I go to my room and start to dig through my jurors ...