Then Came You

Prologue

"In conclusion.."  I write at the bottom line of the paper quickly, trying to finish an essay we were assigned in English class. Before I can get another word down, I am quickly interrupted by the last bell of the day dismissing everybody out of their classes.

I attend Silver Oak Public High school. I have been here ever since my Freshman year, and I am now a Junior. I don't plan on staying here very long.

I've applied to a private school that I've been waiting a while to hear from. It's not that Silver Oak is necessarily a bad school; it's just not enough to get me into Yale, Harvard, or any ivy league school.

  My dad and I have had several talks about how I want to transfer, and he's done nothing but support me. So every day, I've done nothing but work my ass off, making sure my grades stay at all A's or above. Asking teachers for letters of recommendation and applying to one of the hardest private schools in the state of Texas to make sure I have the best opportunity to get into an ivy league.

I definitely made sure I applied for multiple scholarships, because I knew my dad definitely wouldn't be able to pay for the total cost of the tuition as it was crazy expensive. The rich white kids were the only ones you saw in private schools, not even having to try since their parents had the money to bribe them in.

  Ever since I have hit submit on my application, which I have worked super hard for, I walk home every day, anxious to see an acceptance or rejection letter laying on my doorstep that will imply what direction my future will head in.

My classmates around me shuffle their belongings into their book bags, get out of their seats, and head out of class. Quickly, I finish up my last sentence, stuff everything into my book bag, and stand up out of my seat.

Hooking my book bag onto my left shoulder, I grab my paper off my desk and gently place it onto my teacher's desk. I scurry out of the classroom, afraid of small talk since I was the last student left.

Students hurriedly walk down the hallways, some in groups and some alone. I politely squeeze past some of the students who think it's wise to stop and have a conversation with their friends in the middle of the hallway.

I really need to go to a bigger school, I thought to myself.

As I walk down the hallway, I hear footsteps approach behind me as a pair of hands wrap around my arm. I turn my head to my right to end up seeing Deja clinging to my arm, looking at me with a flashing, bright smile.

Deja has been my best friend ever since the second grade. We met at some piano lessons I was forced into when I was younger; immediately, we connected and became best friends. Ever since, she's been the only person I relied on. I didn't hang out with anybody but Deja. Nor did I socialize with anybody unless I had to.

On the other hand, Deja was the opposite of a loner like me. She had a bunch of friends and was known by many people. Which made sense as she was on the cheerleading team. She still made time for me no matter what, which was something I always loved about her. Deja was about 5'5, dark skin with wide hips, and had a bodacious body.  And she always wore her hair in single braids that reached down to her back.

We both have been told that we share similar physical attributes; everybody knew, and so did I, Deja had the better style. She dressed up in tight dresses, tank tops, and rompers, and she never failed to make them look good. While I resorted to baggy hoodies, sweatshirts, jeans, and the same ol' sneakers almost every day.

Her presence immediately brought a smile to my face. I hooked our arms together and brought her closer as we continued walking.

"I missed you. I haven't seen you around all day, and what's with the granny sweatpants?" I asked, looking down at her and laughing.