Liquid Pain

Chapter 2

I wake up at 8 in the night to a screaming bunch of kids in the living room. My nieces, baby sister and nephew. I pee and wash my face before going to the kitchen to get my dinner. I don't eat breakfast or lunch but my mother refuses to give me more than two scoops of rice because I am her only slim child and she would like to keep it that way.

I retrieve the remote from my baby sister and change the channel as I sit in the couch and she starts to whine despite the fact that she was not paying attention to the TV until now. I shut her up with an angry shout.

When I finish, I give back the remote and head to my room to catch up on some more notes.

By the time my eyes start to feel heavy again, it is almost midnight. I pack up my books and get ready for my day tomorrow. It is only Monday but I feel like the week is winding down. I take a quick shower then go to bed.

When I wake up,  I'm eager for the day to be over, as usual. I try my best to get through each day as fast as I can. This particular evening, I am all too eager to see him again. I'm not sure why but I choose to ignore the questions in  my head.

Just as I thought my day would be OK, it shows up. My one time bestie. I know what you're thinking. How can you have had a bestfriend and not be bestfriends anymore?? Well long story short, she is a bitch . I can't lie, I want things to go back the way they were with her but I know that that can't happen. I miss being friends with her but I like to believe everything happens for a reason.

I make my way to my seat infront of her in my first class of the day. I have yet to get a different seat but Nickisha is next to me so I stay put. Surprisingly enough, the class goes by fast enough and I get ready for an English test.

In no time, it's lunch time and I feel the tension in my stomach building as I walk to the class to have my lunch. I have many enemies in my own form class and I'd sit elsewhere but I'm not sure where to go. I make my way to my seat and feel their heavy eyes on me as I take a seat. I feel too awkward to dig in right away so I take out my phone and text. I haven't received a new smartphone yet since they stole my first one ever in September. I am ashamed of the thing I call a phone now but it's all I have and I make use of it.

When I feel like I'm no longer being stared at, I start to consume my food. I hate drinking and eating at the same time so I wait til I'm through with my food before drinking the juice. I can't consume soda either. It gives me a terrible ache in the pit of my stomach.

Soon enough, the bell goes and I gotta walk upstairs for my next class.

"Angel!" Someone yells from behind.

I immediately know who it is... Shante. I don't really talk to her but she's pretty fun. I turn to acknowledge her but as usual, she only said my name to mimic the way my Math teacher, Ms. Sullivan, says it.

I do my work halfway through the class and sleep for the other half. I absolutely hate sleeping in class but I can't help it. I sleep better in the day anyways.

When the bell goes, we all head to our final class. I slept through the entire last period so God knows what that so-called Spanish teacher taught today. As soon as the final bell goes, I hurry to my class. In some way, I felt I was speeding up the dismissal process.

As soon as I can leave,  I walk quickly get a bus to go Downtown. When I get there, all I can do is getting there before he gets a bus before I get there. I wasn't so fortunate.

When I got to my bus stand, I looked around and declined every offer to get a seat in a bus that I was granted. I eventually gave up. I got here at 3:15 and I have been standing for the past 2 hours and a half. I decide to take the next bus I was offered to be let into and I did just that. I have no idea why I am intrigued by this man. He is not my average cup of Joe, he seems much older than I am and the only thing I attract with this body and face are assholes and he definitely does not look like an asshole.

I can't help but think about him on the way home and I actually find myself becoming angry for not seeing him.