Shady Secrets

Things You Don't Say

"There's this thing called
A Broken Heart,
I've seen it once before,"
- Bali Dea (Broken Heart)

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That morning, when walking down the stairs, I tripped and landed directly on my knee. It hurt like heck. But knowing I had to go to school, I just wrapped my knee, tightly, and drove off.

When you see someone crying or just silent and antisocial, would you think it is kind to go up to them and say "what's wrong with you?" In your most sarcastic and uncaring voice possible?

Simple answer: NO!

You know, that person's mum could've just died. Their parents might be divorcing. They might have cancer, and you would never know. This is how my day started.

I was sitting at my locker writing in my notebook, working on some history homework in a completely antisocial bubble, when Lucas and George walked up, side by side. Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber, I thought to myself.

"What's wrong with you?" I sighed, thinking of all the things I could possibly say to him. Not that I actually wanted to tell a boofhead like George what was wrong. Lucas just stood back and laughed. For that, I hated him.

"Yeah, why you so grumpy?" Did Lucas REALLY just ask me that?! I turned towards him and meanly said,

"Do everyone a favour, and shut up." I looked back at my notebook, and the two morons started laughing at me. They started walking away and I heard George say,

"Someone woke up in the wrong side of the bed," at this I stood up and called after them,

"And you wonder why some people hate you." I shoved my notebook back in my locker and stayed there. I noticed out of the corner of my eye Lucas approaching me.

"What did I do? What's wrong?" I instantly regretted telling him to go away, but I really just did not want to deal with him today. Even though, saying that sort of stuff to your crush isn't exactly the best way to say that you like them, even if they were a jerk.

"Just, stay away from me!" I slammed my locker shut and walked away.

I walked to the front of the school, deciding to wait for Darcy when she arrived. But the second her car pulled up, I just wanted to be alone. So I pulled my stupid Samsung phone out my pocket and texted Mum.

- Feeling sick, can I come home?

After waiting only five minutes in silence behind a bush at the front of the school, she replied.

- No. Stay at school.

"Damn it," I said in fury.

- Why can't I come home?

- Because you need to be at school. Goodbye.

She must've turned her phone off after that, because she didn't read any more of my messages. Angry and annoyed, I walked back to my locker just in time for the bell.

At lunchtime, Athena questioned me till I told her what was wrong. Of course, I lied. I didn't want to talk to anyone. But of course, you would understand that. Yeah, I felt like a complete cow, but I was hurt - emotionally and physically. I couldn't stand the sight of Lucas or George. Whenever I did see them, I quickly turned away and walked in the opposite direction. During the last two periods of the day, I had music.

We had to create a band for the performance assessment this term. A group of four I was in. It included myself, Felicity Charcole, Rebecca Willow, and Derek Nolan. Felicity and Rebecca I already knew because they were on the football team with me. But Derek? I've never really talked to him, never really even known him. But since today, I learnt a lot more about him. Number one, he is an awesome bass guitarist! I mean, I can hardly keep the beat by myself, so with his steady plucking of the 'soul notes', we sounded great! Number two, I've always thought the he was just a typical, immature, teenage boy. He's really not. He's kind, funny and although he swears a lot, he's kinda cool. I don't like him or anything though. Yet. Isn't my life complicated as it is? My life is finally coming together, Darcy is going to India, now Lucas and George? Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dumber? Now there has to be another cute guy...great. I guess tomorrow I'll sort things out. Right now, I couldn't care less about anything other than Teen Wolf, my new favourite TV show.

That night, I went to sleep dreaming about Stiles and Scott. Their lives really were complicated. Makes me so thankful for my life right now...