The new beat

Chapter one

*Hi Adam. I just wanted to tell you that I really like you. This is not a joke. I think about you a lot. I just found it fair if you knew. Because it is the right way. I mean. I don't expect anything from you. I just felt you should know.  *
Taylor

I wake up. I have had many of these dreams before. It just seems so real each time. The sound of the keys as I type. The words appearing on the screen. The 'ping' sound assuring me it has been sent. The anticipation coursing through me like a race car all fired up. Almost sensing that the same thing shall be sent back. So close to my goal. My dream. But it's a dream.  Everything. I will never get that courage. Such it up.

I rush down the stairs. I am so going to be late for school. The same day Adam will be returning back to boarding school.  I have to talk to him whiles I am in the car. Or else my mother will probably take  my phone.

I take my cup filled with ginger drink and finish my toast. Done. I drink the juice. Done. School bag is taken. Done. My hair is up in a ponytail as usual. Done. Said goodbye to mum. Done.

This is like my usual routine. For a 13 year old. My life is more ways than one annoying and complicated on different levels. A lot of wishes I have but has not been granted.

I pull out my phone as I make my way to the car. All the while thinking, I really need to see his text.

*Hi*
From you

(Five minutes later)

*hello Taylor*
From adam

*how was your night?*
From you

*Twas quite good*

*yours?*
From Adam

*it was okay. You are leaving today, I am going to miss you.*
From you

*yeah me too.*
From adam

(Sigh)

*don't you wish you could stay?*
From you

*I do, but it is not like I have a choice*
From adam

*yeah, I get it*
From you.

I tap my fingers as I wait for a reply.
Five minutes later.

Nothing. Oh well. I might as well read then. I pull out a copy of Mary Higgins Clark's  Remember me. Such a good description for how I am feeling right now.

Please remember me adam, when you go back to school. Don't forget our many nights we spent talking together. Don't. Remember me, I beg.

I end my silent plea as I open the pages of the book. I have read this a couple of times. It is a book of mystery. Just like adam. Consitting of jealousy and want and need. Some of  my many feelings for adam. All at the same time. It was actually a very twisting plot. Giving the reader false clues to lead you somewhere, only then must you find out the true meaning or purpose it was told or made that way. I like her. That woman. Each detail planned to perfection.

Just like in my fantasies. Fantasies. Dreams that never come true. Or more like forced dreams. Reality sucks so bad.

I am already at school. A place filled with fake friends and annoying adults. just got to 

1. We are classmates.

2. I need help that I can get in all areas. That's where they come in. Education wise.

So that is that. They are just your normal high school teenagers. Idiots,brats, gossips. What have you. But I just go along with them because I don't want to be classified as a loner. I still am called that though. Because there are some things they do that i will not want to do. Or do. So yes.

It is not really that difficult. No. Scratch that. It is. I just ignore it most of the time. It makes sense sometimes. Not all the time. They form this kind of clique and want everyone to follow their code of conduct. Not me. I made it clear to all my classmates in any school that as for me to do whatever you say just because I have to do it, I won't do it. My number one policy.
But I doubt I will say no to adam if he asked me to do something.   No. I will not think that. No matter how much I feel for a boy.  I will never do anything because he said so. Period.

My first class goes by. Great.  That was math.

'Hello Taylor'. May says.

'Hi'.

May. May Anderson. The leader everyone looks up to. The dictator. Sometimes I feel because she knew me in my old school she expects me to automatically become her follower or something.  Seeing as she is older than me but we are in the same class. I don't even really like her. I acknowledge her because I knew her before even though I never respected her. Don't see why I should start now. It all will seem fake to me.  Just feel pity for her. Being in a class with your juniors. Such a shame.

The two reasons I dont respect her:

1. She has this attitude she puts up as if she doesn't care less what could happen to her.

2. She doesn't respect anyone.  Not even herself.

According to these two, I think she is yet to earn my respect. I give her a slight nod before I walk past her to my desk. I can feel she is looking at me. I don't mind, I am used to all of them talking trash behind everyone's back. It doesn't bother me at all because half of those things are not true.

They just dont have anything better to do than to just gossip. I wish they will spend more time on their homework instead of discussing someones hair. It will be a great change for them. A chance that I think none of them will be able to go through with ease. But  with much pain and difficulty.