Dear Cheyanne

Back To School

As I shut the driver's side door of my car, I could hear the murmurs of every person around me. It made me angry. But it took everything in my power to contain that anger. Walking to that door into the cafeteria was going to feel like a long sidewalk to hell. I scoffed, just hearing everyone's whispers.

I saw a few familiar faces that were gossiping.

Dylan Summers; baseball and football jock. We used to be friends before he turned into one of the other popular kids. Our friendship existed when we were little. Of course, we grow up and become different people. He grew into an ass really. He was the type of kid that would look at you and tell you through his eyes that you aren't worthy for a friendship. Becoming a popular kid really goes into your head.

Piper Shay; Cheer captain. That was all this girl did and she still is at the top of Stacey Milton.

They are enemies.

Long story short, Stacey slept with Dylan, who was in fact Piper's boyfriend today. Piper dumped Dylan, but still managed to stay with him for what he did to her. Piper was truthfully nice in a way. But she still has that popularity attitude. She had short and straight thin blonde hair and was tall.

She was the one that was always at the top of the cheer pyramids because of her long pale legs.

I saw Lucy Lovegood, Tracy Austyn, and Carrie Swindler, who were known as smart outcasts. They are the kind of girls who would participate in the STEM Festivals, Robotics Clubs and Scholastic Decathlons.

There were a few other unfamiliar faces looking in my direction too. They looked like they belonged to the outcasts. I ignored every single one of them.

But then, I was stopped by Dylan who was chuckling to himself. His friends surrounded us with big smiles on their face. It made me roll my eyes. I questioned why suddenly; he wanted to harass me like this when we used to be friends.

"Look who it is... Emma O'Connor. How was the insane asylum?" All his friends laughed at me. It made me angry but also disappointed in him for his actions. Never once did Dylan ever act like this with me. What's sad is he thought it was okay to make fun of me. I was trying so hard to ignore it, but since that day where I went crazy finding out Cheyanne died. I've become the crazy girl of my school. But let's talk about how appalling his insults are. They were awful.

"Bite me." I mumbled pushing through him. All his friends did their "ooo's" and "aww's". I really hated teenage boys with a passion. They find themselves hysterical and clever. But I was stopped again by him. I kept walking, but he was trying so hard to stop me.

"What's the matter? Can't handle a joke?" He asked with his friends walking behind me. I scoffed at him. I could hear Piper yelling for him to stop it, but he didn't listen. What boy will ever listen to a girl?

"I can handle a joke from you thank you." I hissed. "I just don't have any desire to talk to someone who's rude like you." I finished before pushing through him again, causing him to stumble a bit before entering the cafeteria. I could hear Piper behind me telling Dylan that he should've just left me alone. Typical Piper is trying to be the good girl in this and sticking up for me. No thank you, I didn't ask for it.

As I entered the cafeteria, all eyes were on me. It made me sick to my stomach. Luckily, I wasn't staying here. I made my way out of the cafeteria and to the front office. As I walked in, I could see an unfamiliar female sitting in the office. She looked happy, almost too happy for my liking. Her dark brown hair was set back into two loose fishtail braids. She looked new to me. As I walked up to the desk, Mrs. Jones, the front desk lady looked up at me with a smile.

"And what can I do for you?" She asked, with a bright and cheerful voice. It made me cringe slightly. But I tried to be polite myself.

"I'm picking up my schedule and papers. Emma-Jean O'Connor." I said to the lady. I could see her type out my name on the keyboard before clicking the enter button.

"Okay, if you'll just have a seat, I'll print it all out for you and I will get you out into class." She spoke. I thanked her before walking over to sit next to the happy girl. We were silent for a moment before she turned towards me.

"You new?" She asked. Her voice was slightly low, but it was still cheerful.

I slowly turned my head towards her and shook my head. She stared at me like she was waiting for an answer beside shaking my head. I cleared my throat.

"No, I was on a leave." I mumbled, looking down to start playing with my phone. Truthfully, I didn't want to talk to her. She was too bubbly for me right now. At 7AM, it wasn't my time to be very friendly. It never has been.

"Well, wonderful to meet you." She said, holding her hand out. "I'm Tia. Tia Coleman." I looked over at this girl. She was trying to be friendly. It was clear that she was new here and she was trying to make a friend. Of course, I was the one that got put into the situation to become her friend. She was nice, I guess.

I slowly put my hand out, touching hers gently. "Emma." Was all that came out of my mouth before her name was called by Mrs. Jones.

"Got to run! I hope to see you around." She said before grabbing her papers and scampering off. Thank God that was over. As nice as she was, it wasn't the same mood I was feeling right now. Maybe later I'll be a little more friendly. I chuckled to myself. Who am I kidding? No, I won't.

"Emma O'Connor." Mrs. Jones called out, holding up a stack of papers for me as well. I stood up and dragged on over to her desk.

"Okay, the top paper is your schedule, locker number and combination. Looks like you are on the bottom floor with all the other seniors for your locker. Next these few are your syllabus for each class, even though you probably already have them. And you are all set. Have a wonderful day." Mrs. Jones said before going back to doing her work. I thanked her with a head nod before turning to walk out. I started going to find my locker to get to my 1st period.

I looked to see it was Algebra 3. I hate math this early in the morning. It made my body ache.

I walked halfway from the office before finding the same locker I had 2 months ago. It just never changed. The number and combination were the same. Nothing about this school really changed if I am being quite honest. I kept getting attention on me as I was walking past. It made me mad. Of course, everybody is looking at the crazy girl who threw her tantrum a couple months ago.

Moving on.

As I was looking around trying to find my locker, I could feel something impacting my shoulder. It caused me to lash back to fall onto the ground. The minute I fell, I was angry. Then I realized that I had run into someone. I was not paying attention to where I was going when I was looking around for my locker.

"Whoa. My apologies." I heard a deep voice from above me. I looked up to see a boy. He did not look familiar to me. But he looked quite charming. His smile was wide and bright. I was drawn to him, but I needed to wake up. He had his hand out to help me up. I gratefully took his hand, both of us pulling me back up. I wiped myself off. I felt gross falling down in front of a cute boy. It was quite embarrassing.

"Do I know you?" He asked me, breaking the silence between the both of us. It was awkward. I didn't think I could find someone as charming as him from this school. I think it was fascinating to see. My thoughts gathered, causing me to shake my head at the answer to his question.

"I don't believe so." I replied, fixing my hair so that it stays out of my face.

"Well, I'm sorry for running into you. I don't want to be late to my first class." The mysterious boy said. I nodded, refusing to make eye contact with him. "I'm Ben Coleman, nice to meet you. I'm new."

I looked up for a second hearing his name. It sounded familiar. But while staring out into space for a minute, it clicked on me. This handsome boy was Tia Coleman's brother. It had to be. I scrunched my eyebrows.

"Do you know Tia?" I asked. He nodded.

"Yeah, that's my sister. We're twins." He spoke. It made sense, I guess. This was quite awkward. But all I did was nod, giving the cute boy a smile.

"I met her in the office. But I have to get to class so It was nice to meet you." I said before sliding past the boy. I left him standing there. I felt stupid. He was trying to be nice to me, but I couldn't. I was not in the right state of mind to let a boy come into my life.

That to me is more stress.

I went down the hall to find my locker, getting in with my day back at this place I hate the most.