Phobia

Hey, Blue. How's That Crush Thing Going?

The bell had rang after an excruciating long history class. Gathering my stuff, I exited the room, listening to music as I walked to my locker. On my way, I had run into one of my oldest friends, Julian who is Melissophobic. We didn't really talk much anymore, but he was sweet and really fun to talk to. High school just seemed to really seperate us.

"Hey, Julian." I said, smiling and waving over at him.

"Hey, how are you?" He said, walking over to me. He smiled, holding his books to his chest as his bag sat on one shoulder.

"I'm alright, but it's the first day of school so who the hell knows anymore."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." He said, chuckling.

"What about you?"

"Oh I'm good, I have been better, but you know. School."

"I totally get it, so where are you off to for lunch?" I asked, nodding at his jacket.

"Oh I'm just meeting with Lincoln to go get something to eat from the coffee shop near by."

"Of course you are, well I hope you two have fun and tell Lincoln I said hi!"

"I will, see you later, Renee."

"You too, Julian." I smiled, walking away off to my locker on the top floor. I waved and smiled at a few people that had passed, and looked at the new students - their style, their walk, maybe see what their phobias were. The entire idea has always interested me, why do we die to our biggest fears? Without fail? If I was in some sort of movie, I'd go out on an adventure and find some big secret behind it, fix it and let everyone live their lives just how they want without worrying about their phobias.
But, I'm not going to. I really couldn't care. It's scary, it can drive people to insanity, but it has worked for years now and I'm not going to go and do something that can possibly get me or anyone else killed.

Looking around, I realized I had finally made it to my locker. Putting in the combo, I opened my locker, taking a moment to look at the blank, rusted blue and white locker print. You could see other colours under it too, like brown, yellow, red even. It's as if the school couldn't make up their mind throughout the years until they finally settled on white. I put my bag down at my feet, going through it to take out a folder with photos in it. Along with that, I took out a mini-white board and some tape. Placing the folder down, I made four tape squares, and took the first photo and put each square at each corner of the back of the photo. The photo was of me, my mother, my brother and my father in my freshman year. We had gone camping and we had just finished going for a canoe ride, meeting my mom back at the trailer starting up the hotdogs.

After that, I put the white board under it, placing the black and red markers on each side of the board in the marker holders. I sighed with satification, looking down at the other photos I had ready. I placed one under the white board. It was a picture of Tiarna, Zama, Dakota, Julian and I last year. We had gone to Tiarna's cabin further up North for her birthday. Tiarna and I were laughing at something, our arms out as if we were flexing. Julian and Dakota sat on chairs in front of us. Julian kept laughing, pointing down at Dakota who was laying in front of us, their face in shock and their hair sticking to their face. Zama was looking evil, but laughing along with us all, pouring a bucket of water onto Dakota. We were outside, the backdrop of that of the river and a clear blue sky. It was a fun day, and I'd love to go back to that.
I smiled, putting a stuffed hippo on the top shelf of my locker, just for the hell of it. I've had it since tenth grade, and it's stayed with me since then.

"Hey, Renee." Tiarna said, coming up behind me, wrapping her arms around my neck since she was a good bit taller than I am. She looked at the pictures on my locker door and started laughing, obviously remembering that day.