Before the Ever Green (BTEG #1) ✔️

Chapter 10

It's Monday, and I want to crawl up in a ball, and tell Mom I am sick. I don't think she'd believe me, since I was just sick, but I can't help but wish she'd just understand that school is useless for me. I'm seriously never going to use Algebra...y=mx+b, when will anyone use that? Pythagorean theorem?

Instead, I slip on a pair of skinny jeans, and a green sweatshirt. Mom might get mad, because I told her I'd wear dresses, but I hadn't been sleeping outside, so she she can't get mad. I leave my brown hair down and in my face partially. It usually bugs my mom, but when I go down stairs, she is asleep on the couch. I kiss her forehead, and head to school.

The walk was nice, and I could smell fruit. Our neighbors own a plantation where they make homemade treats to sell in their shop in town. They are really good at what they do, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas. Their family has been living here for generations.

We are dissecting a frog in Science. Just the thought of it makes me sick to my stomach, not because it grosses me out, but because I feel bad for the frog. Mr. Mac is pairing us up. I am stuck with Sara Jane and her talk about how her skirt is too long, even though I can almost see her butt. I can't stand her or her crew who are working near us. Sara isn't even doing anything. Not that it's a surprise, why would she? It would probably ruin her outfit that's barely covering her body.

When Mr. Mac comes around to check on everyone, he compliments Sara for helping other groups. When he comes to me, I think he's going to tell me 'good work' or 'you're doing great' but instead, he says, "Why can't you be more like Sara Jane?"

Why can't I be more like Sara? Well, Mr. Mac... I can't be like Sara Jane because I don't wish to have no brain, show everyone my butt, and my parents haven't raised me to be a spoiled brat who has no sense of self worth and decency, "I'll try harder," I say just to make him happy, and he nods before saying, "good."

The bell rings, luckily. I grab my bag, and head to Language. I am decent with grammar, but the teacher hates me because of my Mom. History is next, and I have 100%. I'm not sure how, because he hates me, too. I guess my interest in history finally helped me. Before this year, my interests in what happened before I was born drove my mom crazy, because I would ask a million questions she didn't know the answers to, and couldn't find the answers because of the cost of a history book.

After running the mile in P.E. my doom has arrived... lunch. Sara Jane and her crew are sitting at there normal table, laughing and pointing. I just pull out a book from my bag, and read. I do everyday.

Most of the lunch is pretty 'normal', which just means they stay on there side, and I stay on mine. They only mess with me once a week, but I guess they want to break tradition, because all of them are coming over to my small table, "Hey, look. The nerd reading a book," one of them laughs, but I don't bother to look up. I really don't care, "Are you intimidated by us?" someone asks, and I want to respond, 'about as intimidated as I am by a feather', but instead don't speak at all. Not that I'd be able to speak if I wanted to, because John buts in, "I bet she wishes she could sit with us. I bet she wishes she were cool, and could dress like us," 'Nope. No, I really do not, and never have and never will', "You know what, I am a nice guy... I will let you hang with us, if tomorrow you ask the teacher why you aren't like Sara Jane, like you should be," he laughs, and so does everyone else.

"Why? Nobody would want to be like Sara Jane. She has air for a brain," I hear a familiar voice say, but I can't put a name to sound. Everyone turns, making it even more impossible for me to see. Not that I really care, but they are sticking up for me, the least I could do is thank them. But, how am I supposed to thank someone I don't even know? I turn my attention back to Shakespeare and his confusing language.

"Who the hell are you?" John asks, and Sara backs him up by saying, "I've never seen you before. What, are you some kind of homeless kid trying to get an education?"

"Afraid not," the voice says, and the sound echoing in my ears is so sweet, but strong, "Sorry to disappoint,"

I can hear John give a disgusted sound, but then he walks away, with the group following him. I don't dare to look up. I'm not sure I want to know who it is. But, I can't help myself and I do.