Cherry (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 4

It was Thursday morning, and already the sun was blaring through my windows. The weather was getting warmer, and the sun was up a lot earlier. I hurriedly tossed my pajamas into a laundry basket in the corner of my cluttered room and picked out an easy outfit for the day. Upon checking the time on my phone, I saw that it was about time to leave. I quickly checked the mirror. Hair fine, makeup fine. Having already brushed my hair and teeth and made myself presentable, I gave my room one more glance to make sure it wasn't too messy, as Cherie was coming over after school. 

We finally were going to look into the box, and read the notebooks. I briefly wondered if it would be considered bad taste to read them. I didn't know if I was intruding on Maria and Felice's personal life, even though they were both now passed on. I brushed those thoughts off, however. I would think that someday they would want their lives and experiences to be honored.

I walked to school, zoning out the whole way there. What was in those notebooks? And if there was nothing interesting, what in the world will we do about the project? Cherie was fun to hang out with, sure, but we were working on this project, and if there was nothing remotely interesting to do it on, these next few weeks would definitely be a drag. I may not have much of a social life anyway, but that doesn't mean I wanted to waste my time working on a worthless assignment.

I jogged up the cement stairs of the front of the school, having passed the school parking lot. That's another thing; why can't I have a car like a normal teenager? Look at all these kids, with their parties and huge circles of friends and bad grades that they don't care about. And then there's me. Car-less, and severely lacking in all of the above. It's not like I'm a huge nerd or geek who has no friends, but I definitely am missing out on the things most high schoolers live for. Especially the drama. People treat it like a bad thing, but without it, life can be pretty boring. I would know.

By now I was at my locker, still slightly sleepy and dreading the work day ahead of me. Thursdays are tauntingly close to Fridays and tend to go by horribly slow. I was definitely not looking forward to this.

*******************************

Finally, I was in Geneology. That may be what it was called, but Mrs. Loretta never seemed to have a grasp on what it was. Her class was optional, and a lot of kids took it for the easy grades or eccentric teacher. I expected to have to learn about hereditary traits and diseases and a bunch of scientific crap, but so far all we have looked at is tracing our own familes or learning about such things.

Mrs. Loretta clapped her hands twice, standing in front of the room. I was just a minute late, and slipped into a seat next to Cherie, who cracked her gum and winked at me, a smirk on her scarlet lips. 

I smiled back. It was good seeing her again after yesterday. We both turned away from eachother to listen to Mrs. Loretta. She was telling us about her plans for the weekend, and chatted to those who raised their hands to tell her about their plans. In this class, only about half of the time was actually spent on work. The rest was talking about her own sporadic ideas and topics. One of the many reasons it was among my favorite few classes.

I rested my chin in one hand, looking around the room while Mrs. Loretta talked. My other arm rested on the desk in front of me. The room was organized by rectangular tables in a circle, two people to each table. I was next to Cherie, as opposed to my usual seat alone, the chair next to me empty. It was a nice change. I felt Cherie's arm resting next to mine, just close enough for the hair on my arm to brush hers. I discreetly moved away. 

"Did you have any plans for the weekend?" Cherie said next to me, both of us still facing the teacher.

"Nope." I said, not attempting an excuse to make myself seem like less of the type of person who never has anything to do over the weekend. "You?"