I knew that I was late yet again, because step witch blew the breaker. Meaning my alarm clock was a no go this morning. This is why I am now going ten miles over the speed limit on my bike just so I can get to school on time. I might not look it, but I love school. In fact it will probably be what gets me out of this town. Only a few people have made it out of this dammed place to never come back. Like them I will also make my way out of this town to never return.
Pulling into the student parking lot I could feel that all eyes on me. This wasn’t anything new, yet for some reasons today the stares of my peers made me uneasy. I noticed all of them either turned away or glared as I walked by not knowing what I did wrong. I went up to some girl named Maggie to ask what was going on.
Maggie was a typical book worm at our school. Thick wire framed glasses and a messy pony that always leaned more to one side of her head and of course extremely nice. Right now she is the only person that will give me a straight answer on this subject. As I walked over she started fidgeting with the papers in her folder. Once I was close enough to smell her water melon shampoo I could tell she was avoiding eye contact with me. I lifted her chin so she would have no other choice but to look at me. Looking in her eyes I could sense fear, but after a few seconds her eyes softened and she started tearing up. I couldn’t take it any more I had to know what was happening.
“Why is everyone staring at me with such malice,” I said in the calmest voice I could master at this point.
“You really don’t know,” she said with a squeak.
“No other wise I wouldn’t be asking you,” I said with a no der tone.
“I think you should go look at the bulletin board by the office,” she squeaked again before running down the hall.
Walking down the corridor I could still feel all eyes on me. I now understand what the saying if looks could kill meant first hand. As soon as a reached the bulletin board the cheer whores came toward me.
They are the group of girls that think they are all that and a bag of chips just because they can dance to music at football games. Which is kinda lame if that’s all you have to do to become popular.
The leader of the six Janet was the first to speak.
“Congratulations on getting out of this hell hole Amelia,” her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Why thank you Jan it means a lot to me that your jealous of my success,” I said to match her tone of annoyance.
“I hope they send you back to us in a body bag because everyone knows there are people here with more talent than you,” she said growling in my face like some wild animal that you stole food from.
“Like you and your goonies,” I said with a bored tone.
“Whatever I’m just glade you’ll be gone,” she screamed as she turned around.
After that all but one girl stormed off after Janet. The girl that stayed was a short petite raven haired girl name Dorian. She turned around and hugged me. Which startled me quite a bit at first until I noticed my shirt was being drenched with tears. Pushing her back I looked down at her face she was crying tears of joy in fact it was the first happy face I saw all morning. In fact looking down at her made me smile brightly. She pulled back completely whipped away her stray tears.
“Sorry it’s just I’m really happy for you,” she said now smiling.
“Why would you be this is our first conversation,” I asked a little confused.
“This is a little embarrassing to say out loud but, I’m a fan of your music,” she said while trying to hide her blushing face.
“Well thanks for telling me,” I smiled down at her.
“I just wish I would have told you sooner,” she said with a guilty look.
“Why’s that,” I asked curiously.
“Because I think we could have been great friends,” she said on the verge of tears.
When I was thinking of a way to keep Dorian from crying I saw the poster. It had my answer to my and her problem. Mine being I didn’t want to see a nice person cry and hers being to become my friend.
“I think we still can,” I said with a voice of hope.
“What are you talking about Amelia,” she asked looking at me like I was crazy.
“Read the fine print on the poster,” shaking of the weird look she gave me.
We are proud to announce that Amelia Jasper Furgeson
(And a peer of her choice to study with her)
has been accepted into the Music program at St. Jasmines School of the arts
She will be leaving Saturday at 8 so get your goodbyes in by then.
“Does that mean you want me to go with you,” she asked trying not to squeal in excitement.
“Well I don’t have any friends so why not the girl who worked up the courage to tell me the truth,” I said with a small smile playing on my lips.
“This is just so unexpected,” she said with a smile of her own.
“What is,” I asked curiously.
“I didn’t know you could be this nice,” she said blushing again.
“I’m plenty nice when you get to know me, haven’t you ever heard the expression never judge a book by its cover,” I said trying not to laugh.
“Haven’t you been doing the same thing with me though,” she said a bit annoyed.
“To be perfectly honest the only judgment I’ve made about you from the encounters with you and the cheer squad is you’re not like the rest of them, and I’m right aren’t I,” I said while looking over to see her reaction.
“How did you know,” she asked trying to hide her shock but doing a horrible job of it.
“That’s easy you always have this disgusted look on your face when the rest of the squad pick on people, and I heard you in the girls locker room the other day telling Janet and her sister Ashley they needed to tone down the bullying,” I said with a smirk.
“L-lets get going to the principal’s office,” she stuttered.
On the way there I kept thinking to myself whether it be intuition or instinct. I knew this girl will be my best friend and my sister from another mister, and once we leave this town we will never return again.
