Today was the day. The day I go back to school. I didn't know what to think, do or say. Do they know what happened? If not how do I tell them without breaking down and crying? It doesn't matter. I don't talk to that many people anyway, i'm not very popular. Well I don't think I am anyway. It took all my leftover courage and strength to make it out the door. (I didn't have much to start with) After a week off school so much could of happened. Ugh. I hate my life
I was as anxious as anything the car ride to school. I decided to pop in my earphones and roll down the window to relax. It worked. I most remember the part where the wind got so strong that it took away my breath and even though it took away your breath, you can still be breathe. That feeling is amazing.
Once we arrived at school grandma kissed my head and squeezed my hand as I made my way out the car door. By bag slung from my shoulder and my hair was a mess, dark circles surrounded my eyes as I hadn't slept that much. A few kids looked at me with weird expressions on their faces. I don't blame them, I would of to if I was them.
One of my friends Anastasia ran up to put her arm around me "Miracle! Where have you been? We've missed you!". I pushed myself out of her grip. She stepped back, shocked. Well, yes, I'm not acting like the normal me but I can't always be a people pleaser can I? To my surprise she didn't run back up to me to see what's wrong. So I walked by myself the rest of the way. I threw my bag carelessly on the rack. As I walked back up to the playground I felt a little sheepish for what I did to Anastasia. It's not like I meant to come across that way, it just sort of happened!?
The walk to the playground was like the walk of shame. Yes, it might seem like I'm overreacting but as I was a kid, nothing that happened made sense to me. I sat down in the usual spot with my friends. "Miracle!" They practically screamed. Great, the last thing I wanted to do was to draw attention to my actual existence. I was bombarded with questions. I had to tell them. It was now or never. "Guys," I started, my voice quivering. "I am pre-apologising for any thing I do that comes across as mean, it's just that something bad has happened to me, something that has changed my life forever". They didn't speak but their intrigued eyes were begging for me to tell them what happened. "My parents, their time was up and the Angels have taken them", that was the only thing I could think to say without saying the words, my parents are dead. "Was that them," Anastasia whispered "In the accident, right near your house?" I nodded. They all looked at me with sadness I couldn't bare. I cried quietly in the arms of my best friends as they hugged me and stroked my hair. I don't know what I was so worried about, they understood and promised to bring me back up to my feet. That's all I could I ask for.
But something that afternoon really made my day. Not as much the words that the person spoke , but a single presence of a person. That person was Eli. Eli had been my best friend for so long. The boat of friendship was always fun with him, and then it's was almost as if a huge wave crashed over us and sort of drifted us apart, for forever it seemed. But today, I think we washed back up on the same shore. He told me he heard, he was sorry. I saw the sorrow in his eyes. His eyes like forests as you get lost in them so easily. Oh how I've missed those eyes. I blushed when he talked to me, but to be truthful, I blush all, the time. (I think I have a problem!?) When he left, I sighed. It was a sigh of happiness, of relief, of old friends and memories and most of all, a sigh of love.
Today really took my mind off mum and dad. School actually made me happier (I think I am the first person to ever say that!) starting the normal routine with out mum and dad is hard, but I'll be back into it, I know I will.
