The Shattered Ride

Chapter 2

    I ran into the bathroom as fast as the tears had come. I slammed the door shut and run into a cubical. I just cried and cried... This was a bad idea and I was stupid for thinking this would work... After an hour or so of crying, the bell for first period rang. I looked into the dirty mirror, and washed my face. I fixed my make-up and my hair and headed to Geography. Luckily, I sat way at the back where no one could see me sleep my problems away... 

    The hall was crowded with students of all ages, and I struggled to find the class. When I finally arrived at the class, I searched my pockets for my permission slip. I couldn't find it... I searched my bag, but it wasn't there. Students pasted me at the door while I was still looking for my letter stating I have missed class for 3 months. But I didn't find it... 

    I was still looking in my bag, throwing out books and papers, when all of a sudden someone sticks a paper in my face. I look up to see a guy with pitch black hair, deep green eyes, and my permission slip in his hand. He looked kind of cute, but my head was somewhere else to look carefully at him. 

    "Looking for this? You dropped it when I bumped into you a while ago... Oh, and sorry about that!" He said with a smile. I just stared at him in disgust, and grabbed my paper. 

    "'Bumped into me'? You practically ran me over! And all you can say is sorry??" I shouted over the roar of students talking in the hall. 

    He gave a little giggle, and said, "I'm truly sorry I 'practically ran you over'... I'm Jordan by the way. And you must be Erica, right?" I just stared at him... He surely doesn't think I want to be friends, does he? Who does he think he is, running me over and expecting me to forgive him? Idiot....

    I didn't think twice on answering him, and marched into class. I gave my letter to the teacher and took my seat. The whole class through I couldn't stop thinking about him. He irritated me so much that he got stuck in my head. I could just loose it! But, sadly, I already lost everything. And that's when I started to well up from inside, and it took everything to keep the tears away... I couldn't wait for break time to arrive. This day has not been going well... I hope it gets better soon....

    After English, it was finally break time. I rushed out of class hoping to miss Jordan. Something about him was so annoying yet so amazing at the same time... Apparently, we have exactly the same subjects. I'm not quite sure when that happened. Either he is stalking me, or he is new, because I've never seen him before and I actually know everyone in our grade. And even a few other kids in lower and higher grades. 

    I decided to make my bag lighter and go to my locker, but when I got there, I couldn't remember the combination... I thought of numbers I would use, and as quick as I got to my locker, I remembered the combo. It was 80908. It was one of my favorite dates. The 8th of September 2008. The day I met.... And with that thought tears welled up again. My eyes stung, and I tried blinking it away so no one would see. I opened my locker to find it half empty and with no more pictures... My friends told me they fixed a few things, so when I come back, I don't have to look back. But they forgot one picture that made me stare at it the whole time. The picture was taken at the rally a year ago, when Erik won the speed race and I won best trick rider... He was so happy that day, because he had been working so hard. But that hard work didn't last long. Because just 6 months later, he died doing one of the tricks... Doctors keep telling us he died on the table, but I can see through them. It was instant death on the track... 

    After a while of staring at the picture, I realized someone was calling my name. I looked around to see Sam, my sister from another mother. She looked her plain self. The tomboy skater look. Her real name is Samantha Grace Cook. But she hates it, so everyone calls her Sam. If you dare mention Samantha or Grace, you better hope your a good athlete, for she will kill you. She actually got arrested once or twice, but was just let go with a warning. Luckily, her stinky rich dad pays her bail. See, Sam has it hard at home. She lives with her amazing brother, Stephan. Stephan is 22 and studying psychology. Sam says he studies psychology because he doesn't understand his own brain... I don't believe her, but if Sam says it is so, it is so...