Get Back Up

Prologue

Today is Wednesday, normally I'd be home by now. Reading or writing like I normally do. But not today. I sit in a classroom, like I do everyday, just not at this time. It's normally the History Classroom, but right now it is Detention.

I sit in the back of the room, because I don't belong here. I try to hide myself, so maybe no one will see I am here. It didn't work though. Mrs. Mayer walked in and looked at the class, her eyes looking at all the familiar faces. When her eyes drift upon me though, they stop for a moment. She must be just as surprised as I am to see me here.

She sits at her desk, picks up a piece of paper and starts reading names. It is a list of who should be there. My name is the third to come up.

"Angela Davids," calls Mrs. Mayer.

"Here," I say.

So that is me, Angela Davids, most people call me Angie though. That is what I prefer. Let me tell you a little about myself, then you'll start to understand why I don't belong here either. I am Sixteen years old. A Junior here at GoldenVille High, the youngest, but also the smartest. I love all my classes, particularly Math. I've been called a Math Genius before many times. I am shorter than most, at 5ft 3, but my parents say I make up for it with my big heart. I have long brown hair and brown eyes. Around my friends I can be outgoing, but with everyone else, I am very shy. I don't like school, just the classes, the learning.

I didn't always go to school. I used to be homeschooled and I loved it. It suited me perfectly. But then my dad lost his job. We had to move here to GoldenVille, Virginia for him to find work. And when he couldn't get a good job, my mom had to get one too. That was the end of homeschooling for me, so now I am here. It's not all bad though, like I said, I love the learning.

Every week is pretty much the same for me, it does change from time to time, but mostly it stays the same. Sunday's are for church, Monday school and family, Tuesday school and babysitting, Wednesday school and Bible Study, Thursday school and Library Volunteering, Friday school and Youth Group, and last of all Saturday which I spend with my friends.

I am a very kind, caring, generous and trusting person. I love to help others and volunteer. But just because I am busy, I still make time to get my homework done. I have straight A's you know.

My friends make fun of me sometimes, for spending 3 days a week at church. But I don't care. I am a Christian, I've been forever. My faith is the most important thing to me, even more important than learning, believe it or not. It's what's gotten me through the last few years, I don't know what I would've done without it, without God.

I try to explain it to my friends, but they don't listen. Maybe they can't. Sometimes I wonder if it is just too much for them to grasp. Not because they aren't smart, because they are. But because it's just so crazy, but also so amazing. Now for my friends, I'll just tell you about them. Because after all, it's their fault that I am here in detention to begin with.