A Million Whys For You

Chapter 2

0 period consisted of a few different classes: the elective classes, such as computer programming, which help raise the GPA for those who need credits for if you failed Algebra or such. I take computer programming, which seems relaxing and innovative to me.

Isabelle, my computer programming friend, looked up from the computer game that we were programming, and waved.

Walking over, I plopped my bag down. "Where's Rosalind?"

Clacking some keys on the computer, Isabelle took a sip of her water. "She's coming later, she went to grab a drink." Pausing for a second, she placed her water down. "She's getting me a latte and you're going to have the..."

"Mocha."

Looking over, Isabelle nodded. "Yeah, that's what she got you."

Sitting down, I powered up the computer. Isabelle frowned slightly, and jammed some keys again, looking frustrated.

Seeing that I wasn;t particularly chatty, she opened her mouth. "What's wrong, Summer?"

Inhaling sharply, I clacked the keys, scanning the texts that appeared on the screen in small fonts. "Just thinking about what happened 250 days ago."

Shoulders drooping, Isabelle gave a sideway hug. "Oh Summer...you know what happened wasn't your fault. It was his own choice. And if you stopped him, he might've been more miserable."

Looking over, I raised my eyebrows. "But I didn't do anything. I didn't try to stop him. I didn't try to show my voice, to stop him. I didn't do anything but run. I ran away from him, from life, from-"

"One mocha!" Rosalind's cheerful voice rang out, black ponytail swishing behind her. "And one latte for Ms. Holloway!"

Looking up, I smiled. Raising the cup, I took a sip. The bitterness of the coffee was covered over by the sweetness of chocolate and whipped cream. The bitterness, covered by sweetness, was just like lies and sadness, covered over by humor, masked over with energeticness.

Taking a large gulp that scalded my tongue but warmed me all over, I smiled at Rosalind. "Hey Rosa! How's-"

"-life's going alright." Throwing her bold yellow backpack down, she pulled out a compact mirror and some clear mascara. "Although, I do say that my lashes are growing longer thanks to vaseline."

Isabelle rolled her eyes at Rosalind, now curling her eyelashes. Squinting at the brightness of the computer, I turned it down and looked at her eyelashes. Nodding, I smiled. "You're right Rosa! Look at those lashes. I think your lashes are even more plentiful and long."

Flicking a few stray strands of blond hair out of my eyes, I fished through my bag for the assignment that we were doing, the teacher late as usual. Glancing around the mix of people, the low murmurs and giggles mixing in with the clicking of keys, and, suddenly, I felt loved.

And everyone else deserved to be loved.

Including Liam Monroe.

Originally, this chapter was only ½ of a whole chapter, but I decided that ending it here would be better. Sorry it's short, just this chapter is more of a filler and meeting some new characters.