The Final Season

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

Repulsive. I felt nauseous and the sight in front of me was sickening. There was a couple standing against a pole in the cafeteria practically eating each others faces off and exchanged all types of disgusting fluids. I felt my lunch rising from my stomach. Gag. I put my pizza down suddenly not feeling very hungry. I mean damn it, couples and their public displays of affection were messing with my appetite. Do they not know how much I value food? I resisted the urge to throw my pizza in their direction. I don't get it, don't they feel awkward knowing other people are around? Do they even care? Obviously not.

I was sitting down with some people I knew. A bunch of seniors, a few juniors, some of them in my classes this year, some I remember from last year. I knew their names and I could probably hold a conversation with them but I felt so out of place. My eyes kept darting across the cafeteria to the table I wished I was sitting at. They were all probably talking about the U.S Women's National Team game that was on yesterday and I wished I was in on the conversation. At this table they just spoke about guys, girls they hate for some oddly stupid reason, shopping, their hair and the products they use on it, oh yeah, and guys. I didn't belong at this table but I didn't want to sit alone so I just nodded at what they were saying.

One of them even tried to give me a tip on how to control my hair some more. "No offense, I love your hair and all but I know this really good oil you could use to make it less frizzy and dry." She said smiling like she was the most helpful person ever. I didn't even know her name so I just nodded and picked at my pizza. Stupid. Freaking. Table. I said bye and then went to throw my trash away, the bin was near the team's table. My eyes drifted over everybody at the table. I missed them all so much. I wish they weren't upset with me. I wish I knew how the season was going.

I walked down the hall avoiding the security guards that would make me go back to the cafeteria and headed toward Davis's room. I wasn't going to in or anything. I just wanted to get a head start to going to his class. I didn't really want to be the first one in the room when the time came but it was better than sitting around a table completely miserable.

It was times like these that I missed Sarah the most and wished she was here. She has been my best friend since we met out first year in middle school. We took the same bus and had plenty of classes together, and eventually we became close. It was bound to happen. She was probably the only person I could ever call my best friend. She was the only person I fully trusted and the only person I could tell anything to. I never worried if she would judge me for anything that I did because she always understood, and it was the same the other way around. Then all of a sudden she found out she was moving to Texas. Texas is a pretty big move away from New York.

At first we both just thought it wasn't really going to happen. Her parents got better job offers for the casino they worked at in Texas and said they didn't know if they were going to take the offer or not. Then they said they wanted Sarah and her twin Kate to finish off their last year in middle school before they left. Sarah and I still didn't really believe it, but then eighth grade was ending, and she was packing. My last memory with her was the barbecue we had at her house. So many people came over and Sarah and I sat at her front porch talking about everything and laughing like two crazy people. Then came the time for her to leave and I hugged her so tightly like I couldn't believe it was really happening. I silently cried and knew that she was doing the same. It really just killed me that my best friend wasn't around with me anymore.

We still kept in touch but it just wasn't the same anymore. Each time she tried calling or messaging me, I was already asleep and when I tried the same she would always get back to me later and then we just keep it going back and forth and nothing really came out of it. From the conversations we did have though she told me how much she disliked Texas. She said it was always so hot and then to add onto that the school was so strict that their dress code was ridiculous. She told me how she didn't really try and talk to the people there, and how she missed everyone back home. New York was still home for her.