Contrast (Being Rewritten)

Chapter 4

Willow

I wake up and start my morning routine. Eat breakfast; shower; get dressed; brush teeth; get bag ready; go to school. The familiar routine is comforting, helps me relax before I have to go to school. School is a place where I can't control what happens. I hate it.

I look in the mirror before leaving my room. Not a wrinkle on my clothes, not a hair out of place, and everything is looking good. Ordinary. I have the okay to go.

I get in my moms car and we drive to school. When I get to school I slip into the routine I have there. First I go to the locker room to drop off my gym bag. Then the band room to drop off my clarinet. And finally got to my locker.

I see teachers and class mates in the hallway and say polite hellos to them all. Not like I talk to half of them, but manners are manners. Be nice because that's how you want people to treat you. That is the golden rule, right?

When I start up the stairs I start yet another OCD thing. Counting each and every step I take. Eleven on the first, thirteen on the next, then eight, then eleven, then eleven, and finally thirteen again. Once I am at my locker I gather the things I'll need for first hour.

I turn to go back down the stairs when I see Carmen, a girl in my class. She smiles deviously when she see me, sending horrible thoughts of what she's thinking about. I quickly look away. I don't need someone unpredictable like her in my life. I have seen some of the things she's done.

Carmen will play basketball with guys twice her weight and are almost tearing her arms off; Carmen will start fights with the teacher and won't stop until the teacher threatens to send her to the principals office; Carmen says what's on her mind and doesn't give a care in world what you think; Carmen will start a fight with you no matter who you are; Carmen is willing to so things that others wouldn't. Carmen is described in one word. Reckless.

"Hey, Willow." I pull myself out of thoughts about Carmen and look to find the source of who said my name. And I see him walking behind me, jogging a bit to catch up with me. "I said your name about ten times. Didn't you hear me?"

"Cody," I say, feeling my cheeks get warmer. Cody has been my crush since I first laid eyes on him. He's absolute adorable with boyish cute looks. He has dark chocolate eyes with long brown hair that hangs in his eyes. When he smiles, his dimples only add to his hotness.

"Deep in thought, huh? Not thinking naughty things are you?" He jokes, totally at ease around me. Well why wouldn't he? It's not like he has feelings for me.

"Of course not," I say. We wave goodbye to each other as I turn into my classroom and my mood feels light. And it's all thanks to Cody. But he doesn't notice. I slip into my seat letting my mind wander to impossible thoughts of love.