Tired of bothering- Jessica

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Walking into English felt like a breath of fresh air. I grabbed my book out my backpack and opened it to the next clean page. I carefully wrote the date and sat there writing my creative story. I didn't take any interest in any notes the teacher told us. I just wrote about the teacher who kept seven people away from each other. For a while I sat there and thought about why this all happened but no thoughts came across my brain. Was the Principal out for revenge because of Alicia?

My thoughts, however, were intruded by the gentle tap on my left shoulder. I turn to my left and see that no one is there. Of course...that trick! I turn to my right and realise the figure of Oscar standing next to Alicia's step-brother, Cory.
"Hey we need to talk!" Cory says quietly.
"Erm what?!" I question in a confused manner.
"Don't ask just come on!" He urges grabbing my wrist and tugging me out of class.
I never got to see the expression of the teacher.

"What do you want then?!" I ask with curiosity.
"What happened after my dad," He shivers. "Took you to his office?"
I shrug his question off and start to walk back into class.
I didn't really know him and for all I knew he could turn back to his dad.
"I'm not like him!" He convinces grabbing my attention.
I turn back and stare into his eyes.

His eyes are a bright blue. They made me think of the ocean and their smooth waves and sunny beaches. And then I see his eyes fill up with honesty. I hold my breath with guilt and try not to sigh to show I'd given in. Yet I couldn't help it! He knew something and I didn't have to do it for him....but for my six other people...out circle needed to infinite.

I nod and turn to Oscar who is only just realised was standing there.
He grins slightly but his gaze comes off me and turns to the floor. I'd totally forgotten about what had happened the previous day.
"Oscar I'm not mad okay!" I say to break the ice.
He looks up at me and smiles for a moment.
I grin back but don't show and meaning in it. I can see that inside he's hurt from my weak smile. I bite my lip but move on from it.
"So you in?" Cory asks to prevent any other conversation between me and Oscar.
"Well I don't know what your planning so you know...explain?" I playfully mention just to get a reaction.
He rolls his eyes and stares at me.

"Okay okay I'm sorry but still what are you planning..." I admit whilst my voice drifts off.
"Early days." He replies and stares at me.
This time I roll my eyes and try not to react. I felt so eager to know his devious plan but if I went along with it I didn't know what I'd be sacrificing.

I turn around and walk out of the English block. For once I didn't feel like writing. I just felt like sitting on the field and taking in the fresh air. So that's what I did. The air was cold but I sat myself on the fresh green grass and just laid myself down. I stare at the clouds and watch the white ones drift away only to be replaced with dark black clouds. Yet even when the rain begins to spit down on me I do not move. I feel almost calm even if everything has turned in the wrong direction. For once I could admit that o was tired of bothering. I couldn't be asked to start a rebellion because right at that moment it felt okay to be alone. Everything seemed quiet and the only sounds I could hear were the whistling wind and the pattering of the rain. I just needed it to stay that way for just a small moment. Just so I could say that I did keep time to myself to develop my self-esteem and just drop everything on my mind. Finally I felt alive even if I was doing absolutely nothing...I felt comfortable with my surroundings!

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