Finding My Way

Anna

Nick

"Violet?!" I was panicking. What happened? Did I do something wrong? One second she seemed fine, and the next... The kids were starting to crowd around, and people were beginning to go chaotic. I have to get her out of her. I pushed through the crowd, making my way to the front office. When I entered, the office workers were immediately on her. They told me to sit her down and I reluctantly obeyed. "Is she going to be okay." If I had had hurt her, well, I would never be able to forgive myself. "I'm not sure. Can you tell us what happened?" I hesitated. What was I supposed to say? I wasn't sure exactly what had happened. All I knew was that she had fainted after I asked her on a date. Was this my fault? Maybe something I said triggered a flashback, and that's why she fainted. It didn't matter. What happened could not be undone. I had to tell them all I knew. "We were just talking, when she just fainted. I'm not sure what I said wrong. We were just talking." The lady behind the desk eyed me suspiciously, then sighed. "Well, if that's all you can tell us, then I guess that's that. We will take her to the nurse, and you are going to miss your next class." I hadn't realized the time until she mentioned it. "Couldn't I at least stay and make sure she's okay?" The lady hesitated, then sighed. "Well, if it will ease your conscience any, then I guess it will be OK. Do you need a written excuse?" I shook my head. "No ma'am," I said, "My next class is Mrs. Brenner, and I've never missed. I think it will be alright." She gave a quick nod, then headed over to the loudspeaker. "Actually, I think I will just call her down." She pressed the "All rooms" button and asked if the nurse, Miss Garret, could hastily make her way to the office. A minute later, she appeared in the room. When she heard everything, including my eagerness to accompany "Miss Williams," she instructed me to gently pick up Violet and make my way to her office. As I walked down the hallway, it was all I could do to make sure I looked up so I wouldn't crash. Violet had a certain quality about her. Mysterious, and I guessed a complicated background. Her beautiful blue eyes were always clouded, full of frustration and confusion, as if she was struggling to understand something, yet didn't know what that something was. I felt guilty. It was obvious she in the state of depression. I was surprised that she even acknowledged me. Then I realized what was right in front of me. She was pure, completely selfless. It was her nature to be kind to everyone, no matter how hard it made it for her. I was angry. Firstly, at myself for making things hard on her. Secondly at whoever made her so sad and, well, the way she was. This girl felt it was her job to be kind to others, I would bet on it. It just wasn't fair. She didn't understand how perfect she was. I would have to apologize to her when she awoke. Why was I so infatuated with her? Why did she have to be so gorgeous? I couldn't help it, she was too good. I would never be decent enough to deserve this girl. I sighed as I thought of these things, then proceeded to enter the nurse's office.

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New POV: Anna

   "There you go. All better." I sighed and put my hands on my hips as I gazed around at the patients in the waiting room. "Thanks Anna!" The little first grader waved at me and smiled, and I smiled back. All of the patients that entered the waiting room were usually the same. Little kids with scraped knees and elbows who had screamed and thrown a fit until their teachers let them come down to be examined by me. I don't know why they do this. I guess that I just have that effect on little children. As I headed towards a kindergarten girl with a bee sting on her finger that was already going down, I heard a commotion near the door. All of the little kids had gathered around a boy who looked to be in my grade with a girl cradled, unconscious, in his arms. I gasped, "Oh my goodness," and ran over to offer my assistance. "What happened? Did she fall?" Then I narrowed my eyes and peered at him. "This wouldn't happen to be YOUR fault, would it?" His mouth fell open. I had been told that I spoke quickly when I was flustered or excited. I guessed this was one of those times. I would have to calm my tone. "Well, I guess it doesn't matter whose fault it was. Could you tell me what happened?" He fidgeted nervously. "It started when these girls came over to where we were sitting. They started making fun of us, but neither of us spoke a word. After they left, we just sat there and talked. Then, I said something, and she fainted." I mulled over the possibilities in my mind, then had an idea. "Excuse me, um..." He spoke. "Nick." "Yes, Nick. Could you tell me exactly what you said? I have a feeling that the reason she passed out had something to do with what you told her. I'm not trying to infer that it was your fault per say, but I need to get all of the details possible." His forehead creased, and then he began. " I just asked her out on a date to dinner and the movies. You know, the works." I was confused. Surely Nick asking this girl out wouldn't have done this, would it? Then I came to a realization. "Oh! Sorry Nick! You can lay her on the cot in here. I pulled open the mahogany door leading to the first-aid room and held it as he walked in. Then I made a gesture towards the cot in the corner of the room. "Gently lay her there." As he set her down, I grabbed a hot pack and ran some warm water over a washcloth. I wrapped the washcloth around the pack and knelt over the girl. Then I gently laid it on the girl's forehead. She stirred for a moment, then once again became motionless. Now it was time for me to ask more questions. "So, Nick, what's her name?" His cheeks showed a shade of deep crimson and he looked down. "Violet. Her name is Violet Williams." He murmured quietly. It was obvious that he was infatuated with her, and felt guilty about what he had said, so I wouldn't ask anything personal. "How old is she?" His eyes refused to look up. "She's fourteen or fifteen." I was surprised. "Wow. I thought she was at least 16." He shook his head. "No. She is in our grade though."  I was silent for a moment. "Oh. One more question, as long as you don't mind." He shrugged his shoulders. "Ask me anything. I don't have anything to hide." I gazed into his eyes, trying to see if he was really as carefree as he had just claimed to be. "Anything?" He looked confused. "Well, as long as it isn't anything, you know, private." I gasped, surprised that he would think of that. "Of course not!" I answered, trying to emphasize that in NO way did I mean what he implied. He laughed for a whole minute before answering. "Oh, what is it then?" I glared at him, then took a deep breath. "I was actually curious as to whether or not you loved Violet." His eyes widened to the size of saucers, and I hastily added. "But you don't have to answer." There was another prolonged sigh that came from him, then he slowly answered. "Yes. Very much." Then he left before I had enough time to even blink.