I wasn't allowed to be with my friends for the rest of the summer. I don't actually know what happen to them. I still saw jasmine though, for a few weeks.
One time she came and my dad wasn't home. We sat on the bridge and she asked if i have ever been kissed by a girl. I hadn't, but she made that change. Then she slowly stopped showing up to my window, and eventually she never came again.
My dad and I occasionally went to my grandmas, or visited his friends. I was officially back to being my old self. Sitting in my room drawing, or in the garage skating.
The only thing that really changed was what I thought about. Thinking about that first day when some kids actually talked to me, invited me to play with them. About Tommy, and how to make yourself be remembered. To live on, even after you've died.
I sat down on that familiar glossy floor. Watching the half faded images of Jasmine skipping to go get a drink. Tommy kicking the hacky sack so far up it knocked a ceiling tile out of place. Austin throwing the sack down in front of me.
I got out dice. I thought in my head "Can birds fly to heaven?" I rolled the dice. It bounced around on the floor of that dark and empty place. The nicks and knocks it made while deciding echoed over the chaotic noise of people talking from the cafeteria. It finally landed. It was a six. I reached into my back and flipped open my notebook.
8-25-15
School started. I don't want to be here, because I know it will be the same as every year before. I think it's better to not have friends. At least for me. There are the popular groups, cool groups, weird groups, anything you can think of groups; but the group that Derek, Jasmine, Tommy, Austin, Michael, and I were in -i don't even know what our group would be considered. I guess were just group 420. A plan and simple number. What I like about that number, is it's even. 'Even' means yes. 'Even' wings are at the right angle to fly.
Scott
"Hi." A kid said coming up to me. I was sitting in the center of the dark lobby area. His squeaky shoes came over and sat down in front of me. I looked at the kid.
"Hi?" I said while wondering why he is talking to me.
"I'm new here, and don't know anyone. What's your name?" He asked.
I rubbed down my hair and answered "Scott. What's your name, then?"
"My name is Korey." He answered back. We got up and started walking around.
I told him my friends don't go to this school anymore. He told me he just moved here from Texas. It was a pretty basic conversation as we walked around the building, while everyone else ate in the cafeteria. As we passed by this one hallway I stopped and we spied on a kid getting in trouble.
"What is your name?" I head from the old principal lady.
A guy with an afro and a purple shirt replied with "I already told you my name!" He said with a straight face "My name is Dee. I swear." He kept his chill.
"Alright, what is your last name?"
"Snuttz" He said bluntly into her face. Korey and I laughed silently behind the wall. The guy in the purple shirt knew we were there. After a while though we continued our walk.
It was the last class of the first day. You could say it was a good day I guess, because like that one teacher said "Today is a good day because you are alive." I stood in the class by the door with the others waiting for the bell to ring. I looked towards the back of the class through the corners of my eyes. I could see derek throwing the card, getting it stuck into a crack in the wall. The piercing noise it make slicing by. The others echoed laughing and smiling. I stood there in the memorie until it faded back into reality. Those mysterious kids weren't back there anymore. But the card was definitely there. The corner of the Ace sticking just visible out of the most unnoticed place. That's where it will stay, until the card finally slips through the grip of the wall, the bird will be flying forever.
