Dear Seth,
I don't know why you always take so long to reply. You sometimes don't text back. You won't ever talk to me at school. Why do you act this way? Some days, you're so sweet. However, other days..not so much. You cut the conversation short, or ignore a question. You confuse me so much. I still like you though.
Love, Beth xx
I folded up the paper and shoved it in an envelope that would never be opened and put it in my drawer. My therapist told me this was a way to help express myself. I write about anything and everything. It helps me to control my feelings and not get too out of hand with things. If someone at school makes me angry instead of punching them, I write a letter about it and move on. I used to have anger issues, but that has subsided since I started seeing this therapist. His methods have really helped. I had to move a few years ago because of my anger. I currently go to Reecewood Highschool in Atlanta, Georgia.
School recently started back a few days ago. Today is Wednesday, so I have school tomorrow. I get up from my desk and head for my bathroom. Taking my hair out of it's ponytail, I run a brush through it. After I finish brushing my hair I strip out of my clothes and hop in the shower. Once I've finished my shower, I put on sweats and a white tshirt and climb into my bed. I grab my laptop off of my nightstand and log in to Netflix. I watch a few episodes of Supernatural then go to bed.
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I wake up to my phone buzzing. My screen is lit up with a picture of my bestfriend Anna. "Hello?" I answer. "Beth! Are you awake?" "Nope, I always answer phones in my sleep." "Okay, okay. Enough with the sarcasm, it's too early for that." She giggles.
I put my phone on speaker then sit it down on my nightstand. We continue talking as I pick out an outfit for today. I walk into my bathroom and tell Anna that I need to brush my teeth and finish getting ready, so we hang up. Once I've finished in the bathroom, I head back to my room and throw on my outfit. I apply eyeliner and some lipstick then head to school.
I arrive with three minutes to get to first period. I rush to my locker and grab my stuff then stumble down the hall towards Biology. I step through the door right as the bell sounds. I look up at my teacher who is staring at me. "You're lucky Mitchell. Now hurry up and take your seat." He says with a slight laugh. I scurry towards the back of the class and take a seat next to a boy with black wavy hair. I don't recognize him, he must be new. "Hi, I'm Beth. Are you new here?" I say with a small smile. His eyes narrow as he kicks his feet up in the chair in front of him. "What's it to ya?" He sneers. "I-I uh, I just thought I could show you around." "Well Beth, I don't need your stupid welcoming committee." He replies then faces the board the rest of the hour.
After a long hour, the bell finally rings. I gather my things and leave the classroom in a hurry to see Seth. I walk down the hall and I spot Seth heading my way. His brown hair hanging across his forehead in a curly mess. I open my mouth to say something and lose my train of thought. I quickly snap it shut as Seth walks by.
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Later that day.
The last bell just rang and everyone is slowly pouring out of the school. As I walk out I see a familiar mop of curls walking ahead of me. "Hey Seth!" I yell and instantly regret it. He turns around and sees me waving at him. "Hey uh, Ben right?" "It's Beth." "Right, sorry." "It's fine." "So what do you need? I have a soccer game in an hour and need to go get ready." "Um, do you uh have the homework?" "We don't have any classes together, Bonnie." "I meant to say uh..I like your shoelaces." Shoelaces? Really Beth?
His face scrunches up in confusion, "Thanks." He turns and walks off.
"I like your shoelaces. Will you make out with me hot soccer boy that doesn't know my name?" I hear from beside me. I whip my head to the side and see the guy from Biology. "Really Beth? That kids a loser." "I thought you didn't want anything to do with me?" I question. "I never said that, I said I didn't want a tour. Now tell me why you're obsessed over Mr. Jockstrap." "I'm not obsessed. I have to go." I say and walk faster. He keeps a steady pace behind me. After a minute of him still following me, I turn around angry. "Will you stop following me?" I yell. "Woah, don't flatter yourself princess. My motorcycle is parked down there." He says gesturing ahead of us with a smirk on his face. I huff and walk to my car, slamming the door once I'm in and speeding off.
