Her Problem

All too soon

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CRASH!

My fist broke the alarm, sending pieces flying everywhere.
'Great' I thought, 'another thing to replace'.

I got up raising the blinds on my window, letting the morning light enter the room to keep me awake.
Don't get me wrong, I love sleep more than the next girl but I have to make sure my mom eats and I get to school on time.

I slipped into my black skinny jeans and threw a giant grey hoodie over my tank-top. running into the bathroom I put a small amount of foundation on to hide the tiredness of my face and then some mascara.

Once I got down stairs my mind was focused on eggs and bacon.
Not long after did my mom come down and sit at the table with a exhausted stare. After putting the food I front of her and keeping one piece of bacon for myself, I ran to the bus stop.

The ride to school was uneventful, other than the middle schoolers playing pranks on each other, being loud, and claiming they were the bosses of the bus.
My headphones and I spent some quality time together.

Getting off the bus I immediately walked towards the eleventh grade hallway.

There I found her unlocking her class room door
"Heyo potato" her soft voice lightened
"Heya Miss Taylor, please say that I can have some of the life giver in your hand"
She chuckled softly and handed over the coffee she was currently holding.
I took it quickly and drank from it as if i were dying.

"So.." I draw out as we walk in, she beats me to it though
"What's going on between you and mister mute muscle?"
My eyebrows raise at the nickname and I giggle,"mister mute muscle?"
She waves her hand dismissively and motions me to answer.
"Nothing, he just helped me and we just...spent time together."
She let out a chuckle and pointed to my cheeks, which were tinged red.
"Spent time together, eh?
You like him, you wanna hug him,
you want to kiss him, you want to love him" She said in a sing song voice.
I shake my head as I feel a slight headache coming on,"shut up" I giggle.

  Class starts not ten minutes later and I made sure to take my seat before everyone got in.
As more tired faces and blank looks passed through the door I started to get nervous. I know we have to read a poem in front of the class today and I'm willing to bet a 20 that I won't make it through the first lines of Mine.

  When everyone is seated, including the stoic boy next to me, Miss Taylor announces the order for reading today.
A sigh of appreciation exits my lips as I find I am in the middle, I absolutely hate first.
I smile as the first jock gets up and starts to fidget with a paper in his hand, his poem about daffodils is perfect cover I think as I put my headphones back on and look out the window.

Unfortunately all too soon I hear my name being called and I look up with an anxious face. Miss Taylor nods at me assuringly and I slowly stand, walking to the front on wobbly legs.
I clear my throat and look up from the paper in front of me, my eyes finding Michel's gaze. I feel a rush of confidence and I start to speak.

"And there she sat, sighing as if one deep breath could rewrite the story she has played out so far.
The turn of her stomach making the words in her mind jumble....was it all real or had she imagined some idiotic sense of security in ignorance and naivety?
Since birth she was fed the stories of 'Happily Ever After' and perfect endings, yet when she just begins to scratch the surface of her future she is scared, she is terrified of all the possibilities and all the choices, of all the things that could and have gone wrong.
If only she could go back with that one deep breath, with the knowledge that she has gathered so far then maybe it wouldn't all make her want to cry and curl into her mother's side like the child she really is."

My cheeks had been turning pink from the embarrassment of stating what I wrote and when I looked up from the paper I found a classroom full of nodding heads and my eyes found Michael's. He looked impressed?
Proud? Curious? I couldn't figure out what but I felt better about myself as I went to my seat.

Of course my opinion of my self isn't centered on the thoughts of others but for some reason his eyes made me second guess my feelings.

His name was soon called and I looked over in time to see him crush the paper in his hand.
"I didn't write one." He said and seemed not to mind Miss Taylor's knowing grimace.

I knew he was lying but I didn't say anything. I could ask him later.