Conflict Reloaded

Chapter 14: New Face

(Kalecia Danielle Freeman)

This morning I woke up at 6:30 AM.

"Stupid alarm!"

I got up and hopped into the shower. Today will be my fifth day at this new school. I was perfectly fine with my old school. Too bad my mom got a job offer here in Stockbridge.

"Cheer up Lecie. It's Friday." Normally that would make me happy. I don't have any friends to spend the weekend with. Back in my old city, I'd always have crazy fun with my friends. I'll miss that. Why couldn't I have stayed in Colorado?

I fixed my hair into a loose ponytail. I put on mint green pencil skirt, white long sleeved shirt, and white high top shoes.

"Hey Lecie, are you ready to go?" My mom came into the kitchen. I must admit that I look a lot like her. We both have light brown skin, round faces, long brown REAL hair, and hazel eyes. There are only a few major differences. I have to wear glasses or contacts. I mostly wear glasses though. I don't like sticking stuff into my eyes. My mom is 6'1. Super tall for a female. I'm 5'7. Not nearly as tall as her. Oh yeah, she is very very skinny. I don't consider myself skinny or thick. I guess I'm in between? I don't know. I feel like I'm just the right size for my height.

"No I'm not. Being the new girl sucks."

"I used to feel the same way in school. Heck, I feel the same way now at work. I'm fairly new to the company. Don't worry, you will gain some friends. Who knows? Maybe even a boyfriend."

I rolled my eyes then picked up my Coach purse. We got into my mothers S.U.V. then left home.

***

"Hold on, Ms.Freeman, your new partner is Mr.McClain. The gentleman in the light green shirt." Mr.Williams changed the room around. Instead of it being six rows of desks, the desks are now paired side by side. I walked over to my desk and took a seat.

"Hi, I'm Kalicia."

The guy didn't speak. He just continued to stare at the cast and sling around his arm.

"Umm." I gently placed my hand on his shoulder. That made him look at me. "Hi, I'm Kalecia. But you can call me Lecie for short."

"Jahlil, just don't call me Jay."

"Oh, Jay is actually my favorite guy name. But okay Jahlil, I won't."

"Thanks Kalecia."

We quietly sat there as more people filled the room.

"Okay class. Good morning. I'm glad to see a- Mr.McClain, what happened to your arm?"

That's embarrassing. Everyone started to look our way. I know they aren't looking at me but it's still uncomfortable. Mr.Williams had to have seen the cast on his arm when he walked in. He spoke to everyone as they walked in.

"Car wreak."

"Oh, well I'm glad we have you back with us."

Jahlil sunk lower in his seat as the teacher continued talking.

"As I was saying, I'm glad to have all of my students here today. I was going to wait until next week to change the desk, but why put of what you can easily do today for another day? Get to know your partner if you don't already know them, because they will be your partner for the rest of the school year. I put you all together based on your strengths and weaknesses in math."

The rest of the class was spent getting to know our partners strengths and weaknesses in math.

(Jahlil)

They haven't given up on me yet, and I can't seem to figure out why. They care too much I guess. I've had to say too many damn apologies to the two women who matter to me the most. Mom and Kim. No one wants to hear someone who they love say that they want to die and wish they were dead.

I don't wish I was dead anymore. My heart is numb. I won't be letting anyone but those two women in or near my heart any time soon. Oh, them and my fuckin crazy docter. They really think I'm crazy and I need medicine for it. Hate to burst they muthafuckin bubble, but I don't take that shit. I'm not going to either. Why should I? There's nothing wrong with me now. I eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I started talking again. I can have a conversation with someone without spazin on they ass.

I feel like God might be trying to put someone new into my life. As a matter of fact He has put someone new in my life. We have three classes together. In one of those classes she sits beside me. In the other class we sit at the same table. No matter how annoyed I was at first, she just kept speaking to me.

God, I don't know what you're trying to do, but please don't let her get close to me. Not even as a friend. I can't take another heartache like the one I still deal with. Why are you making her such an easy person to talk to? Like you did Malia.

My thoughts were interrupted when I saw my mom drive up. I walked to her car then got in. I keep on telling them that I'm fully capable of driving, but they won't let me. Before my wreak, I would drive with one hand. Why can't I know.

"Hey baby!"

"Hey bro!"

"Hey yall.", I mumbled.

"Ready to go see Dr.Jones?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

She let out a sigh then merged into the traffic. I don't like treating her the way I do, but I just can't control my downed dismissive mood.