Chapter 1

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Dawn, that girl, the one who killed herself, the lesbian, gay lover, the girl no one remembers. All those things I cringed to when I think about or hear.

It was on a normal school day in the 10th grade during English class. Dawn Henning’s, a girl that everybody loved and adored, was someone that was popular, pretty, nice-clothed, and of course, she had the perfect-11th grade-athletic-homecoming king-perfect abed-nice car-girl loving-sex god-boyfriend. Brad Kainsely. Oh, and she despised me.

We were pretty much alike. We both had long platinum blonde hair, great tans, with those dashing baby blue eyes the guy’s loved, athletic bodies, and we were pretty wealthy people. The only differences were- She was mean and I wasn't, she was popular and I was just friends with everybody in the school and hung out with a lot of people. I could've been considered popular, but that stuff just didn't come to my interests, I was just me.

We were sitting in English and just my luck! She sat in front of me with her main preppy friends April, Amber, and Bethany. The teacher, Mr. Caroll, was going on about the differences in MLA and APA writing formats. Which neither I, nor anybody else had cared for. 

Dawn was talking to her friends when she pulled out a note book and wrote on one of the pages, with her 'Perfect Handwriting', Elizabeth Smith, (with Elizabeth being her real first name) and hearts all around it. My mind went blank. My last name is Smith, and my entire mind is thinking- Lesbian. 

"What the Hell? Why the eff did you just write Elizabeth Smith?! Are you effing lesbian or something?!" Nearly yelling it, Just then everyone circled around to see if it was true, 'Elizabeth Smith' written right on that paper. Everyone started laughing at her. Even her clique backed away and laughed with the crowd.

"What? N-no! It's not what it l-looks like!" She stuttered her eyes tearing up, face getting red.

"Then why is my name on your paper?" Asking suspiciously, everyone started making fun of her calling her a ‘lesbian in hiding‘.

Just then Mr. Caroll said staring at me with the rudest look "Caroline Smith! How could you do or say such a thing like that to Miss Henning’s? Go right to the office!" pointing at the door yelling, his face all hot and red because of how angry he was.

"Fine, I'm glad 'cause I don't think I'd want to be in the same room with that lesbian over there," Pointing to dawn "that’s secretly in love with me." Making everyone in the room laugh even harder, I got the biggest kick out of this. Then I grabbed my things and walked right out of the room proudly.

I was halfway to the office when Silas Greeneway, the cutest boy in my grade that I have longed to date for the past 6 years and has never been the least interested in me, grabbed my arm and said "Caroline. That stunt you pulled in there? What the hell. Not cool." I cringed when he said it. Only his words could affect what I did and make me sorry.

But I had to stay strong, so I could say back was "What was I suppose to do!? Just let it slide with my name on her paper and hearts around it?! Uhh, I think not."

Then he released his grip on my arm and said "Fine, but just to let you know that was the last thing I've ever expected you to do. To think I actually liked you, and now I know this side of you." Then walked away.

I wanted to break down crying I couldn't bear the thought of what he had just said to me. Thoughts were flying through my mind 'should I run after him? Should I tell Dawn I was sorry? Should I just not care?' No. I had to stay strong. Silas was just a boy that didn't matter to me. Or did he?

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