It Happened Like This

So, it happened like this.

It was a normal, breezy day in mid-autumn and I was walking to the bus stop, because I was the youngest person in junior year and still didn't have a car. I also didn't have anyone that lives close enough to me to give me a ride. So I was stuck riding the bus with a bunch of lower class men that still had whiny high pitched voices and still didn't know how to properly apply deodorant.
Anyways, there I was, strolling down the picture perfect street, and guess what happened?

My leg fell off!

Kidding.
Just kidding.

Yeah, so basically the moral of this story is that I'm not gonna give you a bunch of crap as to how this happened to me. How I was suddenly stuck with 3 limbs, no boyfriend and a completely new school. But also about how things completely took a turn in life. And how I thought maybe I went the wrong way. But it turns out that to get on the highway that is life, you first have to merge through the fast lane.

So yeah.
Now let me tell you the real story.
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It actually did start with me walking. Walking down the school hallway to be precise. I was on my way to AP European History, the one place I was able to get away from all of the annoying bitches in the school. And it was also one of the only classes I had with my amazingly perfect boyfriend. He was the captain of the boys lacrosse team, and I was captain of the girls team. But while I did other things, like journalism and drama (trust me I never had free time), all my boyfriend was focused on was lacrosse. After school he had a 3 hour practice, and then it was home and another self practice for about 2 hours. He spent 30 minutes on homework, then ate dinner. Then he'd go down in his basement gym and lift weights, run on the treadmill, and basically work until he passed out. If I was lucky I would get to spend Friday night with him. But I didn't mind his crazy schedule because whenever we did see each other, he was the most caring sweet boyfriend you would ever meet. he brought me chocolate protein bars for after practices, and super cute teddy bears.

"Hey Zach," I said as he approached and pulled me into a tight hug. Unlike many of the other couples in the school we hadn't quite progressed to the full out public making out yet. Even at home it was only a couple quick kisses on the cheek. But that was mostly on me, as I didn't want to take things to fast.

I pulled away from his muscled chest, and grinned at him. He smiled back, and I couldn't help but reach up and touch his dimples. God, I love those dimples.

"Hey Lina.' I smiled at his pet name for me. My full name was Emmaline, pronounced Emma-leen, but I liked Zach's version better. We walked into class holding hands, and I could see some of the nerds jealous stares on my back as we made our way to our seats. I know that Zach was beautiful with his wavy sunshine hair and gorgeous blue eyes, and I was kind of pretty with pin straight blonde hair and green eyes. And there was the fact that we kind of the golden Californian couple of the West Coast Highschool. Okay, I could see why they were jealous. But the one thing that they don't understand is that I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. I had no idea that something like this would happen to me. But if it could happen to me, I had faith that they would all get happy endings too. Just like in one of my stories.

The sound of the bell ringing snapped me out of my thoughts, and I quickly plopped my stuff down on the desk and sat down. The teacher, Mr. Reed came in, looking a little bit flustered.

"Okay class, today we are going to get our tests back from the World War 1 unit, and finally move on to World War 2," he said, scrambling to pick up the stack of papers on the desk. "Stacey do you think you could help me pass these out?" Stacey grumbled for a second, but still got up to help out. As she neared me, to hand me the paper, I could feel myself stop breathing. I don't know why but I had always gotten really nervous whenever I got a graded paper back. Stacey put it face down on my desk. Cautiously, I turned over the top corner, where I knew the marking would be.
I breathed in relief. 97 percent. That's about as good as it gets for this class.