Started As Strangers, Ended As Lovers

six.

I don't know whether this was a coincidence or not, after what just happened.
I'm currently sitting in History listening to nothing of what the teacher has said.

History, translation; the branch of knowledge dealing with the past.

The past.

What just happened about five minutes ago that's now in the past? My best friend going berserk and hating me.

Over a guy.

Is the Universe trying to tell me something? Like how ironic my flipping life is.

The door suddenly knocked and a man walked in. When I looked closer, I realized it was our secretary.

He passed our history teacher, Mr Johnson, a note and spoke quietly. They spoke in hushed whispers, not allowing any snoops to listen to their private conversation.

Suddenly, they both looked at me across the room. I immediately sat up. What's happening?

"Skylar Parker. Please go to the Principal's office now, he would like to meet you. You're,unfortunately, dismissed," Mr Johnson spoke and the whole class turned to stare at me.

For a spilt second, I just sat at my seat.

Million thoughts raced through my mind. Why me? What did I do? Why was it urgent?

"Um...okay." I stood up and begin proceeding out the door and caught a glance of Jane smirking.

Her.

She did something.
It must be.

Our Principal won't call us in for any unnecessary reasons.

I walked out the class and broke out into a cold sweat. What lies did she spread now? Would I be expelled?

"Hey." I looked to the speaker and saw a pissed off secretary "Can we get a move on?"
I made a tight smile and said, "Of course, sorry to keep you waiting."

The walk there was quiet. Almost too quiet for my liking, there was no one at the halls and it felt like everyone was staring at me through their tiny classroom window.

Okay, now I'm really scared. What kind of witchcraft did Jane pull?

We reached the Principal's office and the secretary knocked on the door. A faint "come in" gave us the signal that I was now allowed to enter that room.

I stepped in and saw a very worried Mrs Elizabeth.

"Mornin' Mrs Elizabeth," I greeted and sat down directly in front of her after she nodded, indicting she heard my greeting.

"So, you wanted t—"

"Skylar, your application to Harvard was denied."

Now, any normal being would've probably started to trash around in his/her seat and start screaming away why or how or what happened or they could have done what I did— sit there dumbfounded and stared at the person who delivered the worst and most heartbreaking news I ever heard, plastered with the most fake and dumbest smile on my face.

My heart seized and my breathe came out short, not knowing what to do. I grabbed ahold of the corner of the chair and clenched around it hard, making the knuckles of my hands turn white.

I took a couple of moments to fully absorb the news before I finally exclaimed out.

"Huh?"

It was short, and a dumb response, I'll admit. But what was I suppose to say? Oh, okay, LOL, that's fine, I have plenty of schools waiting for my fabulous ass. It's fine, I'm covered.

No.

"W-What do you mean? You said I had a high chance of getting in! You said I was already in the list of those getting a scholarship, that I had the highest potential there and that I-I...How?" I started questioning, not able to take it anymore.

Ms Elizabeth licked her lips and slowly clenched her hands together.

"Skylar, I don't know what happened, alright? I wish I did, but I don't, I'm sorry. I tried everything, and I mean everything I could to help but it was no use. I'm sorry—"

I laughed, but there was no humor in it.

I pried my fingers off the chair and asked, "If there are no further issues, may I be excused back to class?"

She looked at me with empathy and slowly nodded.

Stand up, turn, leave.

Stand up, turn, leave.

Stand up, turn, leave.

I don't need her sympathy, I don't need anyone's sympathy.

I followed my mental instructions and left. However, instead of going back to class, I went to the girls' bathroom. I slam the door open and locked it shortly after.
I stared at the mirror in front of me and saw I had tear stains on my cheeks. I wiped them away before splashing water on my face to freshen up. I can't afford anyone to see this part of failure, they're just going to use it against me.

How pathetic.

Using someone's failures and issues against them just so the other can feel big and powerful.

No wonder kids suicide.

I used my hands and supported myself against the marble sink, trying to clear all the thoughts and utter disappointment.

After a self pep talk, I double checked my own reflection at the mirror and huffed.

I unlocked the door and left the bathroom.

I can do this.

There's nothing to cry about, it's only a school that rejected me despite me having a spot in the scholarship list, me working so hard for the past four years of my life and getting perfect grades, me having a clean, sleek record in high school, me doing everything I could to improve everything I did.

No big deal.

There are always other schools that want me. I am, after all, Skylar Grey Parker. I'm the geek that studies have get great results, the nobody that volunteers to help for charity.

Some school is bound to want me.
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author's note:
damnnn angela, back at it again w the emo-ness.

pls vote :-)

keeping it short lmao.

xoxo, angela
(200616)