The Trials of Love

Good Memories

"Come on, Sheva! Come out!" Sherry asked once again, softly knocking on the bathroom stall.

"No, I'm going to stay here for the rest of my stupid, high school, LIFE!" Sheva sobbed from the other side of the stall door.

"Come on, you don't look that... bad..." Helena told her.

"Yeah, you're still really pretty..." Claire added on.

"No, I'm not, your just saying that so I will come out and it's not working!" Sheva told her and continued to sob. This wasn't the first time she was embarrassed by a bully at her new school. The same thing happened to her in 8th grade and this brought back bad memories.

Sherry was about to make another attempt to get her friend out of the bathroom but interrupted as woman who worked at the front desk came into the bathroom, yelling at the three girls to leave the bathroom and go back to the lunch table. They sadly left without a fight.

Sheva heard a knock on the stall door and quietly asked: "Who is it?"

"It's Ms. Owens, are you okay in there? You need to come out." She told her, and Sheva knew better then to disobey an adult. She slowly undid the lock and opened the door to see a young woman with red hair smiling at her. He smile quickly turned into a small frown as she saw Sheva covered in food.

"What happened to you?!" She asked as she reached for Sheva's arm.

Sheva didn't want to get the title snitch for telling on Jill, but she knew it would keep happening if she didn't tell. She decided she would just tell her mother what happened and hopefully, she would keep it between them. But truthfully she wanted to tell, just to see the look on Jill's face when she gets in trouble.

"I bumped in to someone..." She lied.

"Oh ok, well we need to get you some more clothes. Do you have a parent we can call to bring you some more clothes?" She asked as she wet up some paper towels and handed them to Sheva so she could get as much sauce off her as she could.

"Yeah, my mom..." Sheva told her as she grabbed the paper towels and began to wipe herself off.

"Come with me." Ms. Owens told her as she grabbed her arm and led her to the office. Once they got there, Ms. Owens went to the phone and asked Sheva for her name and mother's phone number. Sheva told her all the information she needed and she dialed it in and put the phone to her ear. Sheva stood in the corner of the office and listened to their conversation.

"Hello, is this Mrs. Alomar?" There was a pause then she began to talk again.

"I'm Ms. Owens and I have your daughter here who had a little accident with some food at lunch and I was hoping you could bring some clothes for her... Uh huh, ok thank you! Have a nice day." She ended the call then looked at Sheva.

"Your mother will be here soon with some clothes for you."

"Ok thank you..." Sheva said quietly.

It took her mom about 7 minutes to get there, but Sheva was just grateful to have someone who she knew well around her. Nadia walked through the front doors and into the office with a brown plastic bag in her hands.

"Oh goodness, what happened to you?!" Nadia asked with a small smile on her face.

"Someone bumped into her and got spaghetti all over her." Ms. Owens told Nadia.

"Oh really?" Nadia asked looking at Sheva. She knew there was more to it but Sheva didn't want to tell. Sheva just stayed quiet and looked at her hands. Yep, Nadia knew that there was more to it than that. Ms. Owens couldn't see it but Nadia knew when Sheva didn't want to tell the whole story, but she would get it out of her one way or another. But she would go with it for now.