Sylvie's story

New friend?

~Sylvie's point of view~

As I finally start my trip home I run into a girl. My eyes narrow at the blond haired blue eyed girl. Being stubborn I refuse to admit this was probably my fault. "Your the new girl aren't you? I'm kari." I simply cross my arms in response 'good for you. I ain't saying a word to anyone in this hell hole. None the less you' I think to myself as I look in my bag for my music to tune this girl out.

~Kari's point of view~

I see I'm not getting through to this girl that ran into me. This is the first I've seen of her. "Where are you from?" I ask as sweetly as I can though I'm boiling inside. She just goes on rummaging through her bag as if I wasn't there. Here I am trying to be friendly and she's giving me the silent treatment. How rude can you get. I go to ask her if she'd like to join some of my friends and I for lunch but she's walking away from me, ear buds in and messing with what looks like a phone.

~Sylvie's point of view~

That girl just kept on yammering on and on. Did she even breath? I finally found my phone and ear buds, put them in, and walked away while I listened to "monster" by skillet. I ignore my family when I walk in the house. I hear mom ask how my day was from the kitchen. I give a gruff growl as I head to my room. I have slowly been growing distant from my mother. Ever since dad died. I was always closer to him. My negative attitude towards school started when my dad passed away. A few "friends" asked the year he passed what I was getting him for father's day.

{Flash back}

"What are you getting your old man Sylvie?" A few of my friends chirp. "A small bouquet and some incense" I answer, picturing the scents and flowers I was going to get. I snap out of the mild fantasy to my so called friends and a few boys that were walking past.......laughing. "is your father gay or a frickin hippie?" They ask. Before I can choke out the words 'he died' I'm pushed aside into a wall. Last thing I see through clear eyes were my friends walking away with those boys. Calling me the daughter of a gay hippie.

{Flash back over}

Since then I've grown cold toward everyone. I change out of my uniform into one of my dad's shirts and some shorts. I bunch up the neck of the shirt and take a deep breath of it as one of his CDs play a song I've heard him sing a million times.

{Sylvie's mom's point of view}

I don't blame Sylvie for the passing of her father. She never really had a strong bond with me. She was her father's little angel. To come home from school and find out your father would never come through the front door again would have been rough for any twelve year old. I've been staying strong for the both of us. I've been working while she's at school. Having to move from school district to school district due to her being expelled and kicked out. I think she's just been overly sensitive to her father passing. "Sweetheart is everything ok in there?" I ask after knocking on the door. All I get in response is her rolling over and turning up the music.