The High School Stories

Friday September 9 2021

I walked into school this morning with high hopes of a good day and a good attitude. I get a ride from a teacher every morning. I'm there in her classroom for about 15 minutes before zero hour starts. My teacher greats us with a smile and we watch a movie about vaccines and why they are important. I absorb every word eagerly. My next hour is a tidbit more stressful. There is a paper due on Monday. At least 150 words about significant school memories. I have to conduct an interview which I did a few days prior. The bell rings and I rush down to my next class. We're under pressure in here. Today we play music in front of the entire school. Music we've only had for a few days. I can feel the drums in my heart while i walk to my next class. We talk about the dress code in here. We aren't allowed to wear clothes that have swear words on them. I ask about what if my socks have swear words on them. The teacher kicks me out. When I come back in he asks if I changed my socks. I just laugh. My next class is confusing. The teacher yells at us in a different language, one I don't yet understand. But I will, I ask a question perfectly, and get rewarded for it. My next hour i despise. The teacher is torturous. But I can learn something if I try. And oh do I try. The bell rings and there is a collective sigh of relief throughout the room. I walk so fast it could be considered running on my way to lunch. I see my friends at the table at the end of the room and speed walk. Only to get to the table and hear "you're a liar" Its like someone punched me in the gut. "What," I say confused. "You said he asked you out, he was only playing a game," she counters. "That's not what he told me," I respond my heart falling and all my high hopes leaving me.  The previous night her boyfriend broke up with her while on the phone with me and then proceeded to ask me out, I said no of course. She continues arguing, choosing a boy shes known for three months over me, her best friend of 4 years. I leave the table, ignoring the shouts that follow me and only hearing the thundering of my heart. The rest of lunch passes uneventfully. I run up to my locker seeing Him in the hallway on the way. Every time I see him my heart skips a beat. I get to my locker in record timing, but it won't open. I try again and again. Finally I go to a teacher and plead for help, the bell rings and I'm late. Shit! The teacher calls for someone to help, No one comes. I stand there and keep trying, tears fill my eyes. Why today of all days, of course its today. The day I have the most on the line. The bell rings again, signaling the ending of class. I go to the teacher again. "no one came," I say, my voice thick with the tears I'm holding back. She calls again. Someone finally comes. They say my lock broke. It was nothing I did. The man changes it and I run to my last hour and explain. She won't change my attendance. I leave her class and run to my final hour of the day. I settle in my seat only to be dismissed to go to the stadium. We play in the stands and the drum lightens my heart again.