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Past
1964
High school was officially in full swing.
Clubs were opening, tryouts for sport teams were happening, and you'd have a few teenagers who were walking home from school, laughing and talking while they talked.
It's my first year. I don't know what to expect, and I was pretty nervous up until I started it. But during the last week, I actually felt very excited. The great news? Angela is here in this school. I don't have a locker next to Bethany anymore (lockers are given to you based on where your first period is).
The bad news?
"Welcome to this years yearbook committee! Look over and sign up for three slots you are interested in, and I will put everyone into groups, and the group assignments will be posted at the at the next meeting. That's all there's to do for today. Papers are located on the desks." The teacher said.
I glanced around the room. Angela wasn't here. Where was she? Maybe she forgot the first meeting is today. I'll talk to her later.
I looked over what assignments there were and put a check mark next to the ones I was interested in.
I looked over and filled it in, then handed it to the teacher when I was done. "Hey. Do you know where Angela is? Went home, right?" I asked. The teacher nodded. "She was in this committee last year, though," she said. "Thanks for the information." I asked, then got out of the line. Others were starting to finish up as well.
As soon as I got out of here, I also realized there was the first round of soccer tryouts. I spotted Angela's brother getting out of there; I think soccer tryouts ended. I walked up to him.
"Hey. Can I ask you something?" I asked him. "Sure. What?" He said. "Angela is at home, right? So she just skipped the first yearbook committee meeting?" I said. He looked at me for a bit. "You're Angela's friend, right?" He asked. I nodded. "She didn't write her name on the sign-up sheet. Angela told me. I don't know why. Instead, I overheard saying something about the cheerleading team instead during her lunch period—I didn't hear much; I was rushing off to class."
"Oh. Thanks for the information." I said. "Bye."
"Bye."
I didn't think high school would get any better in just three days.
It did—or didn't.
There's not much to know. It's just the first week. I was walking to my period two class when I thought I saw Angela. I waved to her. She didn't respond.
Then I saw it. Angela was with other friends, but they didn't seem to have been from the yearbook committee. No familiar yearbook committee faces. The only other possible explanation is that they could be from the cheerleading squad. I feel like my heart dropped to the ground. She did make it past the tryouts. Then suddenly I don't know how to feel.
Plus, it made sense. Making the cheer crew also means making friends. But the most shocking part was Bethany. She was also in the cheer crew—walking and laughing with Angela. Never in a million years would I imagine that.
But I had to do something about it. I had to.
I walked to where she was, opened my mouth, then said, "Does this mean we're still friends?"
