As I rode up my driveway, I could hear Kyle behind me. I quickly went inside and sat on my couch, trying to get my heart to go back to its normal pulse. Kyle came into my living room and I breathed.
"I won," I said.
"Why'd you take off?" He asked.
"I told you, it was a race," I said.
He sat next to me and I hugged my legs.
"What's going on?" He asked me.
"Nothing. What's going on with you?" I asked.
"Nothing," he said.
I nodded and laid on the couch.
"I'm gonna head home. See you tomorrow?" He asked.
"Yeah, sure," I nodded as I rested my eyes.
He walked out and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I held in. I couldn't possibly like Kyle right? I shook off the idea before it could become real. I couldn't like Kyle. I knew him too well. We were in a group of skaters together. What if it didn't work out? Would things be weird? Would they kick me out the group?
What was I doing?
Why was I entertaining the idea? Kyle and I weren't happening and that was that. I resumed The Fosters and focused on the show, kicking Kyle out of my thoughts.
The next morning, I was walking to school when a car pulled up next to me. They honked the horn and I stopped in my tracks. I looked at the driver and realized it was Ms. Ames.
"Oh, hey," I said.
"Need a ride?" She asked.
"Uh, sure, thanks," I said getting in the passenger side.
"So how are you?" She asked as she resumed driving.
"Tired," I said. "You?"
"Living the dream," she laughed.
"Do I really have to go to school? I mean, I just don't want to face all those people today," I said.
"If you have a problem with someone, come find me. I'll beat someone up," she said.
And that was the first time I laughed since my father died.
"No I'm serious. If I find out someone's messing with you, I'll be like, 'hey what do you think you're doing, huh?' Nah I'm just playing, but I will yell at them," she said.
"Oh my goodness," I said as I stopped laughing. "Thank you, I needed that."
"That's just what I do," she said as we pulled up to the school.
We got out the car and walked inside. Some people were giving me snooty looks and Ms. Ames just ushered me away from it. She glared at all of them and they walked away. I went to her classroom, since she was my first class and sat on my desk. She went to her computer and started it up.
"Did you make friends well in high school?" I asked her.
"Uh, I guess. I did sports and stuff, so some people liked me, but I had those people who didn't like me, too, y'know. They'd call me names and stuff. It wasn't easy, but I stopped caring what people thought of me and moved on," she said.
"How did you do that?" I asked.
"Well, I thought to myself, 'hey, I'm a good person. Not the best person in the world, but I'm a good person. No matter what anyone says.' And the more I thought positive things about myself, the more I realized that it didn't matter what anyone else said," she said.
"I need to learn how to do that," I said.
"Would you classify yourself as a good person?" She asked.
"Yeah, I think so," I nodded. "I mean, I'm not intentionally rude to others, I care about other people."
"The there you go. Just keep adding on positive things about you and you'll have those bullies knocked out," she said.
"Thanks, Ms. Ames," I said.
"Anytime, sunshine," she said and the bell rang to start the day.
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SkaterGirl
General FictionAbigail Winters has a horrible home life. You wouldn't know it because she never speaks about home. All she does is skate on her skateboard 24/7. Her friends are also skaters. No one knows what happens to her behind closed doors. When a new member o...