A life evolved by change

One

     Sometimes you just wanna give up. You want to ring the bell and leave. Well this is exactly how I'm feeling at the moment.

     I just received a stupid D- on my math test. And before this class, I had to make the decision of ending my friendship with Ellie. But I will tell you more about that later. And get this, before that, I got a phone call going into deep description about how useless I am.

      Well guess what. Three strikes, I'm out. As soon as the bell rang,I grabbed my blue and grey chevron school bag and quickly scurried out of the classroom. I walked down the hall and stopped at my locker. 303. It was at first the best locker I could have gotten. I mean, who wouldn't want a locker by your best friend? That's what I thought because I never would have imagined not being friends with Ellie.

     Omg I'm so rude.  I forgot to introduce myself. Well I'm Serena Brooklyn. Yes I know two first names... Blah blah blah. I just made 16 and I have blue eyes and stick straight blond hair.

You know that girl at your school who is not the most popular girl but close to it and much more nicer? Well that's me. The girl expected to be a responsible role model. The girl who never cries and never panics or worries, the one you go to with all your problems. The one that will listen to every word and give you advice when she has ten other things that she should be doing. Yep that's me. The reliable one.

     Well back to the present. I dragged all 5 feet and 11 inches of me to the gym for school volleyball tryouts. I was on the team last year but we have to try out again to make it fair.

      I walked into the girls gym locker and was immediately surrounded by grey lockers, pink benches, showers, and girls changing into their gym uniforms. Our gym uniforms consisted of grey Nike shorts, hot pink fitted t-shirts with our school name on it, and black tennis shoes. Our school went all out with its colors -if you haven't noticed ..grey and pink- pink isn't my favorite color but I don't care. I prefer blue but it's not like I don't wear blue to school everyday already. I quickly changed into my gym uniform and trickled out of the locker room among many of other girls. 

      Coach Marie blew her whistle and all 147 of us got onto the usual lineup line. She went through a list of our names and after she called the last name, we all counted to ten in our heads as coach Marie screamed her instructions loud enough for us to hear.

     "Run! The last person running gets a freebie on one of any of the skills you have to do to qualify for the team. 3,2,1, GO!"

     I may be tall but I am in shape enough to outrun most of the girls. I'm on lap 43 and the last girl besides me stops to gasp for air. That makes me the winner of the freebie!

    We all went through drills of setting, spiking, bumping, passing, digging, serving and some more endurance tests. I choose not to use my freebie because why would I use a freebie when I have more of a chance to impress without it? That's what I would like to know.

      "Everyone gather around" coach Marie hollers, " As you know, I'm about to name the five girls with a secure spot on the team not including our new team captain."

     Coach Marie lists five names. I wasn't one of them. All of a sudden  coach Marie shouts , "DRUM ROLL!"

     All 147 of us bang our hands against our laps as hard as we possibly can.

     " And our new team captain isss.........SERENA BROOKLYN!"

     I shot up and fist pumped the air as the other students cheered. It felt wonderful to have all of this attention. I didn't want it to stop but I also didn't want to seem like an attention hog, so I then sat down to listen to who made call backs. Call backs were tomorrow after school and the 8 people that did the best were  going to be apart of the team or backups.

     As soon as we were dismissed I searched for my car keys and headed to the parking lot. I had a night sky blue Dodge Challenger. It was my dream car and I had gotten it for my birthday four months ago.

     I started my baby's engine and cruised out of the parking lot with a certain destination in mind. The hospital. It would take about 5 minutes to get there. I plugged my iPhone into my car and started jamming to my most recent favorite band, journey.

      In no time I was at the hospital and parked in my usual spot about 128 steps away from the entrance. I counted the steps from my car to the entrance like normal.

     "Good afternoon, Debbie!" I greeted as I walked in.

     "Hey Nina, how was school and tryouts?" She glanced at my expression and her face lit up to match mine. " I knew you were going to make the team, sweetheart I knew it!"

     Debbie was a sweet lady in her early 40's. Her head supported rich brown hair that flowed down to her waist. Her emerald eyes stood out against her pale skin and her slightly glossed lips curved up as she waved goodbye.

     Debbie was always there for me when my mom and dad  couldn't be. She went to the parents night for my school every year. She always checked in with me to make sure my day went great. She was like a second mom to me.
I could never replace my real mom. She is too great to replace. So what if she can't make it to school functions or any of my volleyball games. It's not her fault she has things holding her back.

     I bid a goodbye to Debbie and stepped into the spotless elevator. I pressed floor 6 with my knuckles and patiently waited. As the doors open I retraced the path I went down every day after school.

    A brown headed man with sideburns  walked around humming a song and smiled as he made his way to me and wrapped me in a hug. "How was your day today darling?" He asked.

    " It was great, dad" yep that brown headed man was my dad. He was the best surgeon out of the whole hospital, and no I'm not being bias, he got an award saying he was one of the best doctors they had.

     I embraced him in a hug and then made my way to room 274.

     As I opened the door I greeted the patient with a warm "Hello! How are you doing today."

     No answer came from the lump that laid on the bed. This particular patient has cancer and her most recent treatment put her into a coma.  Also, this patient was also the lady who gave birth to me. Yep my mother was diagnosed with cancer and was in a coma. And my dad just so happens to work at the hospital. It's these times I'm glad I'm an only child because I would hate for another child to have to feel the way I do.  I can't exactly put my feeling in words. But what I do know is that I practically live at home with our Cook and maid. My dad rarely came home early enough to eat dinner with me and my mom, just isn't in the best shape to eat dinner I guess you could say.

     I kneeled down and grasped my mothers clammy hand. "God, please help us. My mom, my dad and I all need you. We are desperate at this point. We need mom back. We have done all the treatments that you have provided for us. We thank you that we are lucky enough to be able to easily pay off the bills for both mom and everything else. But I need my mom back. I miss her so much. I can barely go an hour without wishing she and I could switch places so that she could be free to walk around and do as she pleases. I need my role model back." Tears streamed down my face as I slowly said amen and did the sign of the cross. I hugged mom. I wasn't planning to end my prayer so sudden but I couldn't possibly go on.

     I gently grabbed mom's hand and whispered in her ear to stay strong and beautiful. I delicately released her hand and walked out of the room and hospital. I made my way to my car and drove home. To me, home was a three story house that was humongous. Our family owned 13 acres of land for just our house, and woods that surrounded it. Yes my family was filthy rich but we always donated to charity's and never threw away a penny. I drove into my garage and glanced at  my other two rides. I had a gmc black truck that was lifted and currently covered in mud and a motorcycle that was decorated in USA flags and colors. Cliche? Oh well.

     I made my way into our house, yelled a hello to any of the staff working and ran to my room. I checked my phone. Not even three seconds later I got a call from Ellie. It killed me not to answer it but I knew it was the best choice, to not be associated with her. I changed into a t-shirt and fell backwards onto my king sized bed.  I relayed the events from today as I slowly drifted off into a deep slumber.