Nothing's Wrong

The Beginning of The End

The room was much too loud for the girl that sat in the back corner all alone. She had placed herself there in an attempt to, in fact, be alone. The people walking around with punch, and talking excitedly to one another made being alone impossible.

Of course people were going to be loud. It was the last party of the season. No one would be having a party at school until September. If Mr. Donovan had his say, it would more than likely be the last party in the century. It was what every adult thought, and the opinions were creeping into the minds of the growing children and the maturing young adults leaving school. It was impossible to dismiss the words of an apocalypse.

Maggie, the aforementioned lonely girl in the corner, believed every word of these rumors and whispers. She had nothing to lose if there wasn't going to be an apocalypse, and if there was then she'd be prepared completely. Most everyone in her age group thought she was nuts, but she didn't give any sort of cares to what they thought.

Looking across the large room at all her classmates she found she didn't know any of their names properly. She knew people from interactions and people she had to communicate with throughout her schooling, but she couldn't place any of their given names.

For example, the girl serving punch at the far end of the room was a girl who had a rich set of parents. She was bleached blond and she dressed like a girl from a rich family. It was appropriate to a point, but she had been #1 on Maggie's list of people to avoid in High School because she was quite a nefarious 4th grader by continuously pulling on poor Maggie's pig-tails during class. Near the Nefarious-Pig-Tail-Puller was a boy Maggie had once been assigned to be partners with on a project for a class she didn't remember. He was dark and gloomy, therefore, no one Maggie wanted to get to know. His sort-of- girlfriend was next to him wearing dark make-up and she looked as though she matched his doom and gloom attitude.

The only face in the room Maggie knew had a name was a boy-rather a man now, as he was 19 by now-called Noah Price. He lived in the same apartment building with her since she was eight years old. He tutored her in Algebra in her Freshman year, and he taught her French just by letting her read his text book over his shoulder and telling her the correct pronunciations of the foreign words when she was in fifth grade. He was basically her childhood crush. She thought he was cute the moment he knocked on her apartment door and asked for a cup of sugar for his mother's baking.

But Noah was Nefarious-Pig-Tail-Puller's (Neffie) boyfriend. How a wonderful guy like him would go for a terrible girl like her, Maggie couldn't quite figure out. They had been dating since Freshman year, which was two and a half years Maggie wished hadn't happened. Noah didn't talk about Neffie much, and Maggie didn't stick around long enough to talk to Neffie long enough to have a decent conversation about anything, let alone Noah Price.

Trying to pull her thoughts from the man she'd never have, Maggie lit one last cigarette before she decided to make herself go home. No one was allowed to smoke on campus, but there were some many people doing it openly at this point, none of the 'chaperones' seemed to care anymore. Puffing a thick cloud of smoke out her mouth, she felt someone's eyes on her. She didn't bother looking around. Whoever it was wasn't going to get the satisfaction of making her uncomfortable. She looked at the hem of her skirt in her lap instead of looking around the room once more. Her red hair covered her eyes and hid her face from anyone who might be looking. It was hard enough being a redhead in a crowd, but being the only redhead in a crowd was so much worse. She had taken so much controversy over it that she almost didn't go to parties anymore. The only reason she had come to this one was the fact that Noah had begged her to come.

As her dirty habit of a cigarette came to an end, she found herself waiting for something. Any idea of what that something might be had left her mind when she found the person who had been staring at her by a complete accident.