One reason about you

Chapter 7 , Dayla

I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks. I ran all the way back to high school. I was going to volunteer today. I wanted to go home but at the same time I didn't. My parents will notice that I arrived too soon and I can't tell them this shit. I didn't want to argue. I had to think about where I would go, I still had about four hours. I had arrived at the high school, it was deafeningly quiet. I calmed down a bit, I was also a bit hungry. If I had that much money, with me. Last night my father didn't give me money for sure, he was angry with my mother. He certainly didn't feel the need to come to me. However, I took my backpack from the back and opened my last drawer. Where should pocket money be? I dug deeper, and to my surprise I found about twenty dollars. In my mind I was rich. I don't know who to thank when I get home. But actually they always gave me money, but not that much. Something happened. At least let my luck come here. And my luck was that I had a mini store at high school. It's Mrs. Wezzie's. It has everything you could want. I used to go often. Full of hope, and the confidence I only get when I know I'll have something to eat today, I went to the high school's mini store. I took a look before entering. How I missed seeing all those chips for two dollars. Best price ever. I had entered. Mrs. Wezzie, as usual, was looking at the phone or talking on the phone. One out of two. I greeted her:
- Hello, Mrs. Wezzie. How are you doing...
Then she took his eyes off the phone, it seems that I was the first client of this school year.
- Hi sweetie. Already? As the first client? Well, what do you want?
I thought a lot, and in the end I said:
- Well, a juice, chips, this sweet and this sandwich, thank you.
I can't wait to eat. Mrs. Wezzie was looking at me as she prepared my order. Why does man always feel? I know she likes to talk. I heard the most interesting life stories, ever. She said:
- What happened to you, dear? Did someone hurt you in high school? Well, I'm not surprised. I wanted to like my girl. I didn't really want to talk about it, but what was the point. I started to say:
- Let's say.
- Hm, you're young my dear, it wasn't worth suffering for some boys. I would have been lucky if someone had told me that when I was your age.
- Yeah, it might hurt, but it's just a matter of time, I'll be fine Mrs. Wezzie
-I'm convinced, think like, it wasn't meant to be. And it's better that way.
In my mind a few months ago it was: it must be with Jace, I didn't know him sooner, but now I realize that it wasn't meant to be at all, just a lesson. Although I didn't know who it would be until Mrs. Wezzie started talking again:
- I also met a man, he was handsome, smart, he was everything I wanted, I wanted him to be the chosen one. I trusted him. I was in love. I didn't think that he could have left my puddle. That's what he did. And it hurt. I cried for many days. And what was worse, a year later I saw him together with my ex-best friend. That hurt even more. I thought that this was how everything would end, that I would die with this suffering. Until my husband appeared. After all the pain I went through, what healed me was him. If I hadn't separated from the one from the past, maybe I wouldn't have met my husband. Right now I'm glad it happened that way. Everything has a purpose in this life, dear. Remember this. Anyone can appear in your life and turn it into the most beautiful paradise. Afterwards you will thank yourself that you got rid of the one from the past. And that's what Auntie Wezzie tells you. I was completely lost in Mrs. Wezzie's story. Was right. I said with a little smile:
- Thank you, I needed to hear that. She gave me what I asked for, I have so little to say anyway, I had nothing to do. And it was as if the doorbell had rung. I left Tina like this, alone. I hope she is not upset, after that I will go to her or call her. Of course she's worried. After all the conversation with Mrs. Wezzie, I think about what I wanted, and what I felt. Maybe I risk breaking the last rule. But I'm not risking anything if I don't try something new. good for me I know it's crap, maybe it is. But I feel like that person I had a fight with today entered my mind, and I don't know why. I have a sure question: Is it worth it? It's worth trying to talk to him. To get to know him. To know who it is. Or better yet I look for it on the internet. It would be simpler. It sounds very crazy. What would Tina, Clar or the rest think. I said ready. But that doesn't mean I like him. I just want to know. That's it. Of course I don't care, I seem like the type who wouldn't look at someone like him. But I don't care. By the time I learned my lesson with Jace. It's so complicated. And sometimes I think that we make our lives complicated, although everything is so easy. Maybe I'm afraid. Let me not suffer anymore. Let me stop getting attached. Then noises are heard from inside the high school I said goodbye to Mrs. Wezzie and walked to the entrance of the building. I heard words, and arguments. He came from upstairs. I knew the voices. And speaking of voices, I'm still wondering what voice that person has? I can't even imagine talking. And that's weird. I would have a chance for him to at least talk to me if he doesn't do it with his class. Leaving that aside, I see the math teacher entering the class at 11. She opened the door and there was an indescribable noise. Something like that is indescribable. What if the best class in high school suddenly became so noisy. Very absurd. When I left the building because I didn't know where to go, I bumped into Tina. Scared Tina, she looked at me, and started talking:
- Oh my God, Dayla, where did you disappear to?? You should know that you are already worrying me in the second day of high school. You are pale. Look, I was forgetting what happened, I say let's go to the bathroom to cool off...
I stopped her:
- I don't feel well, I think...I'm going home. I need rest ...
she interrupted me:
- What do you mean, what will you say to your parents??
- I find something, it's not the first time. Don't worry. I'll be fine, see you tomorrow, okay?
She came to me and hugged me, I needed that.
- OK, take care of yourself. We'll talk tonight.
- Normal.

I was tired and finally I could eat. When I went out, I heard a shout, it was Tina again:
-Dayla, wait.
she was coming down to me
-You left your food at my place. And I had forgotten that I had made a salad in the morning. And I had given it to her.
- Oh, I forgot, thank you Tina, you know I love you.
- How could I not know, I love you too. God, I haven't even started because I've already seen you. A boy in the girls bathroom??? It was like, oh my God, what is he doing here.
Then my mind flew directly to that person, called Jane. Sure, could it be?? I didn't know how to react.
- Aaa wow, that's weird pff
- Okay, I'm not holding you back, I'm running bye bye.
I was amazed. Very amazed. In the end, maybe he wasn't who I think he was, but if he was. If it was true. That she is a girl but pretends to be a boy. What if I start to like it? I can't find answers yet, all I know is that I want to talk to him.