An Angel's Tears

Do I Hear Wedding Bells? Nope, It's Just 2nd Period

The bell had rung, and we all headed out the door, next class was English. I didn't particularly like the class, but I didn't hate it either. I mean I just like the creative writing parts; it helps me vent my feelings.

But even good things get bad at some point. Apparently the emo boy I saw earlier was in this class with me too, I remembered seeing him in this class. We all sat down-I was still in the back with the emo boy two seats away-and as soon as the bell rang, Mrs. Willoby told us to sit down and listen.

She had brown shoulder length hair and a soothing voice. I bet the whole soothing voice thing was just an act and, later in the year, she would be screaming at us. She was just a bit thinner than Mrs. Malcolm and she had to be about 40.

Then she announced that we would be doing an activity where we would write a something expressive, on a piece of paper, but keep it anonymous. We would crumble the paper into a ball and throw it around the room, sort of like a snowball fight. Then after some time everyone would grab a random wad of paper and read it out loud. We would then take turns trying to match the paper wad with a person that they believed had written it. If we got it right then we didn't have to try anymore, but if you got it wrong you'd have to wait until it was your turn again.

It was a way for us to get to know each other; I personally thought it was stupid. I sat at my desk thinking of what to write then I decided to write a poem (I do write poetry, but I'm not sure if it's any good. Plus, I would never admit to anyone that I did write poetry, it would be too awkward, but I'm out of options right now....) here's how it went like this:

Things

There are things I wish I never knew.

And things I thought I'd never do.

You'll soon realize that hate and love are all the same,

And it seems to me that life and love are just a game.

I feel as though I'm living in my own personal Hell,

And none of my secrets I'll ever be able to tell.

I thought that my poem was pretty good, so I crumbled my paper into a ball and waited for the cue to start throwing our wads of paper.

"Ready...set...GO!" Mrs. Willoby said, and soon wads of paper began flying through the air. About ten seconds later, the papers stopped flying "Okay, everyone, stop throwing the papers and grab a ball off the floor, everyone should get one. Once you have one, sit down in a circle right over here," she said this while gesturing to a wide open space in the middle of the room.

I grabbed a wad and sat down in the circle of people, the emo boy sat next to me. I figured he'd ignore me, but hell was I wrong. "Hi, I'm Reese. Reese Johnson. And you are?" He said to me quietly.

"Um...I, uh...I'm Allison Carter...." I stuttered, I was unused to people talking to me, especially boys like him.

He chuckled "It's nice to meet you."

This shocked me, I blushed, damn it. "Uh you too...." was all I could manage.

Before anything started we took turns introducing ourselves again so that people knew our names. I was slightly aware that the girls were staring at him with desire in their eyes; sex was all they wanted nowadays. My name was called to read the paper I had in my hands, I slowly straightened out the paper and was greeted by a poem, it was cute; the handwriting was just a little messy but it wasn't hard to read.

It read:

Lost

In a world so full of darkness, you can always find me,

You may think nothing of it, but there's pain you cannot see.

I lie awake and dream, of finding someone perfect,

Just to find a girl who is lost, make her feel like she's worth it.

I read it without a problem, and when I was done I looked around. I was pretty sure I knew who had written it, but you never know, I could be wrong. I looked over at Reese, and his expressionless eyes were watching me, waiting for me to speak.

"Um, I think this belongs to Reese...." I said quietly to the teacher. I looked over at Reese again, he nodded, and a pleasant smile melted onto his lips.

"Yeah, that's me," he said. And with a small cue from the teacher, he straightened out his paper and read what had been written on it. I started blushing slightly, he had my poem! What are the fucking chances of that? I sat and listened as he read the rest of my poem. He smiled, looked at me, and said, with a chuckle "I think this belongs to you, Allison."

"Uh, yeah, it's mine," I said, shocked. Everyone as staring at us, how did this happen?

"Well, isn't that just neat?" Mrs. Willoby said smiling. "Jennifer, please read yours." she continued.

I sat and listened to the others as the read the papers, but my thoughts kept gnawing at my insides. How did that happen? I kept getting the feeling that someone was staring at me, I looked over I realized Reese was looking at me. I met his eyes and they were full of innocent curiosity, just like mine.... I looked down quickly and tried to refocus on the class, but I still felt him staring at me occasionally.

Just as the last students matched up the papers with a person, the bell rang. We all stood up and headed out of the door. I headed to my next class, Social Studies, oh, how I despise Social Studies. This day couldn't get worse, could it?