"Sweetheart, I know it can be hard, but you have to go to school."
"Mom, you just don't understand, no one does."
"Well then tell me, make me understand. All I want to do is help you."
"I know, and that is the problem, you can't."
As I picked up my bag and walked down the stairs that morning, I had never fet so alone in my life. Everyone thought I was sad about my dad, and don't get me wrong, I was. But the true source of pain was hidden much farther down. And it wasn't some stupid fear. I felt alone. I didn't have any true friends. Sure, I had friends, but nobody who really understood me. Once, when I was little I did. But then Hanna got cancer and died. And that was the beginning of my eternal loneliness.
"Anyone in there? You haven't been this quiet in ages."
"Yeah, sorry I was just.....thinking."
"What? Because you don't do enough of that at school? Lighten up!"
"Sarah, I don't think you understand. I need some space"
"Sure you do, c'mon, guess who got asked to the dance?"
"So that's the 4th guy that has asked you?"
"No silly. Only the third"
"Whatever, I'll see you later" Sometimes I just couldn't stand her....highschoolerishness. As I sat down in 1st period the bell rang. And then Marissa, Trisha, Jenna waked in.
"Detention, all three of you." For once, I actually liked my extremely strict, slightly evil English teacher. Mr. Smith was the type of man you probably shouldn't mess with. And by mess with, I mean do anything even microscopical wrong. And that includes breathing.
