Red ✔

Clumsy Me

I cannot bear going to school since Leo dumped me, but what other choice do I have? I am a terrible liar. One time, I tried tricking Alex I stole a key chain. He found out I have was laying when I was flinching uncontrollably.

The bus halts in front of the school. I cautiously step off the bus. So far, none of my friends has heard about the fight, probably Nicole because she saw it coming. I hope she is not too mad at me about my rude comment at the party. My guilt is eating me up inside. I am going to tell Marilyn and Holly at the right time, or unless Leo spills the juice.

Holly, Nicole, and Marilyn are babbling about the Harry Potter movie they went to yesterday. I think it is a book built into a movie. It is about this boy names Harry Potter (of course) and his parents passed away for some reason. Then, a giant man barged in on his 11th birthday. He went to school at Hogjerkie. He finds out about his miserable past. There is this evil pig guy named the name-that-shall-not-be-named, also known as Voldemole. Harry has one mission: Kill Voldemole.

"If you ask me, it should be called Beefjerky instead of Hogjerkie," I snort.

"What are you talking about?" Holly asks.

"I'm talking about Hogjerkie. The school Harry Potter goes to," I answer.

"It's Hogwarts for the last time," Holly groans.

"Hogjerkie, Hogwart, beefjerkie, what's the difference?" I titter.

"There's a HUGE difference," Holly exclaims, giggling with me.

"I'm beginning to think Harry Potter is a movie for nerds," I joke. 

"We're not nerds. We're extra intelligent beings that are book smart for the magical methods of the Harry Potter series," Marilyn says. We burst into contagious laughter.

I am laughing (not such a good idea with my eyes closed), I bump into someone clumsily. I stumble on my hands and knees. My knees and hands have small scrapes here and there, but they are deadly. My cheeks heat up. Some people would think I am used to this clumsiness, but it always seems to be worse. This time I have fallen without Tyler coming to my rescue. I pray the person I bump into is not Tyler or Leo.

"Sorry, Scarlet. I didn't see you," Clive atones, aiding me up.

My palms have dead skin with a bloody flesh opening. I try peeling out the dead skin, but it only made the cut more agonizing. I massage my knees. It stings a bit. Blood spilled out. Luckily, I am wearing black jeans so it does not show.

"It's okay. I'm f—Ow!" I press onto my cut too hard with my fingers.

"Oh my gosh! Scar, you're bleeding," Nicole proclaims. It appears that she is not mad at me about the party as I watch the concern blaze in her eyes, like the rest of my best friends. 

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," I say sarcastically.

Holly nudges me toward the side door. "Let's take you to the office."

I do not want them to come. What if we see Leo? They will talk to her in front of me. This time our fight is two sided, so we will both equally ignore each other. 

"Actually," Clive and I say in unison.

"You say it first," he offers. 

"No, you say it first," I insist.

"Actually, I'll take her. It is my fault, so I will take her."

"That's so...nice of you." Marilyn elbows me softly.

"It's okay. I can go by myself..." I trail off.

He catches me off guard as he captures my hand and clutches it tightly. "No, you are in my hands now." Melodramatic.