Still Here

Chapter 4

When Andrea and I were finally finished up with the rest of the day, I stopped by my locker and began gathering my stuff. I decide to be the bigger person and start a conversation.

"So, where's your locker?" I imply.

Don't judge me, that was the best I could do at the moment. I had nothing else coming to mind.

"I-uh...Mine is...it's over there." Myna replies, blushing a little and pointing towards the hall that leads to the science lab.

"Show me." I insist. Something in her voice hints that she hasn't got a locker yet.

Reluctantly, Myna mumbles something that sounds like "Okay then." and starts walking in that direction.

I just follow behind her and try to get more familiar with these halls.

She swings open Locker #186 really fast. Then she pulls out a navy backpack and shuts the door before I had time to even look inside.

"Woah. You in a hurry?" I say.

"Yeah, it's confession tonight and my session starts early." (I didn't know she was Catholic)

"Fine. Tomorrow then?"

But she's already halfway down the hall, and she's not looking over her shoulder. She's walking quicker than a normal person's walking speed, but I decide to not bother her anymore.

Something tells me that she's another one of those people that are going to just ignore the ones that they don't like. But is there anything I can do about that? No. I guess I'm just going to have to sit back and watch her become her own person.

I catch myself still standing in the hallway while Myna walks away when I realize that I've forgotten my geometry textbook. I have to go get that and then, THEN I can leave.

Opening my locker door, I notice something out of the corner of my eye. It's a note, looks like it's been torn out of someone's notebook. It's small though, and it's got big handwriting on it. It reads:
Will you just go back to where you
came from already? Haven't you
already picked up the fact that
NOBODY WANTS YOU HERE?

Ouch...

Thanks a lot, whoever the kind person is who wrote this note. Now I'm even more tempted to just go home and stay there forever. Not coming back to this hellish place, not interacting with anyone.

I crumble up the piece of paper, chuck it as hard as I can down the hallway, and slam my locker door shut. I don't give a shit if I'm leaving my textbooks there overnight. I know one thing for a fact: I'm never coming back here.

New Girl Problem #3: The ENTIRE student body just has to beat down on you every day just for being who you are.

Storming out of the front doors once again, the cold air bites into my exposed skin. Why, oh why did I not turn back for my jacket earlier this morning? It would have made the trip to and from sooo much easier. That's the problem with me. I just never use my head.

When home, I take off my backpack and leave it by the stairs.

"Moooom?" I yell. I'm not even going to hesitate to tell her what's been happening at school.

No response. Maybe she's in the shower. Heaving a sigh, I drag my feet up the stairs, hoping she's home. Maybe she went shopping.

"Mom?" I say again. Quieter, this time.

Still no response. Oh well. House is all mine for now. And I'm going to savor every minute of it, because I deserve this crap.