Ivory

Getting Back

I tugged on skinny jeans, and a sweatshirt, running through the door, grabbing my Cons, and my backpack, busting into the kitchen, grabbing an apple, and zipping out to the bus. I hopped on, and then ran my fingers through my hair a few times, frowning at how many snarls i found. I whipped out my brush and make up from my bag and fixed myself up, you couldn't even tell.

The bus arrived at school pretty quickly, and I jumped off the bus. Then a sudden thought hit me, what happened to the girl who didn't care much what she looked like? And the only thing that she needed to make herself feel better was her music. I was seriously changing. I wasn't even sure if it was the right way. I walked downt he halls, and turned down toward my locker, my jaw dropping at what I saw.

CLause was leaned up against the locker, talking to another girl with black hair falling into soft waves down her back. I huffed a few short breaths, and then went to my locker, ignoring him, even as his abck was turned away from me, talking to her. I grabbed my things, and whipped around him, bumping into his shoulder, and my books went sprawling, somehow, I managed to stay on my feet. The girl dropped down across from me, helping me pick up papers, meanwhile, Clause ran away with his tail between his legs. She picked up my last book, setting it atop the pile, gave a small smile, and then left me standing there. I huffed another breath, and stood up, scurrying to class, that tumble made me later than I had wanted to be.  I quickly found my spot in class, and plopped down, poking my noise into my book and reading during class, I was already passing.

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After school I amde sure to get on the bus quickly, not wanting to deal with Clause today. I wiped off my makeup, and popped in my head phones. I turned it up to full volume, and leaned my head back on the bus seat. I still had no idea what I did wrong. I mean, I know that guys are sometimes bipolar like that, but really? Ugh, I pulled out my phone. If he answered it would be the first time we had talked all day. I started typing, but then cleared the text, and exited. Instead of clearing things up, let's forget about him, too. I slid my phone back out and shot a text to Craig. He replyed quite quickly. I typed back, 'whats up? what r ur plans this weekend?' Would a guy's best friend seriously do this to him? That's just messed up.

 I got off the bus, and walked to the mail box. My mom's car was actually in the driveway, wait, whoa, mom? I ran inside, and shouted inot the house. "Mom?" I heard shuffling up stairs.

"Yeah, Ivory, what is it?" She was being awfully casual. She had only been gone on a busines trip for like a week leaving me home by myself.

"You- You're home?" She flapped her wrist in a diva like way, and huffed.

"Well, currently, but I'm leaving again tomorrow. So, I'm sorry, but I didn't think you would mind." I tilted my head back, and pinched my palm to hold back tears. God, was she really going to brush me off again? I stomped up to my room, leaving her at the base of the stairs, just staring. I landed on my bed, tears streaming off my chin, and checked my phone. Craig said that he would meet me up this weekend, bu preferbly at my house, I sent back an okay. I shook my head, rolled onto my back, and then leaned back, closing my eyes. I was getting back.

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Soo, oncea gain it's short.. I'M SORRY!!! But, I'm going ona  church retreat, and then I'm babysitting basically all week.. So, fingers crossed, I'll try to update soon:)