The Day My Life Began

Trying

Caroline

For the past few months, I've been going to a new school. There are only two people in my grade, myself being one... and Morgan Spencer being the other. She was the daughter of Principal Spencer and the elementary teacher, Mrs. Spencer. I was kinda friends with her younger brother, Derek Spencer, but every time I tried to talk with Morgan I was cut off.

Some would think Morgan was being rude. Some would think to stop trying. Some wouldn't even bother. I could tell that people had done that with Morgan. She had been here since the 8th grade and she was in 10th now, three years and I don't think she had a single friend.

It was the last period of the day. Chemistry class had finished thirty minutes ago and I knew every day once the last class of the day was done Morgan would go to the library and sleep.

I'm not a stalker.

Today was the day. Today I was finally going to get something from the real life shut-in. It would be easy. Just get together the last of my things, walk over to the library doors and opened them slowly. So she wouldn't wake up. Genius.

It was kinda weird. I mean, here was a girl who I had seen every day for the past six months and I haven't gotten more than two sentences from her. Calling her an introvert would be redundant. Did she even have friends at her old school? Her own brother didn't know much about her, except maybe a couple movies and TV shows she liked.

Not like I spend all day asking about her.

I'm not a stalker.

...

Shut up.

When I arrived at the library door, I looked inside the small window inside the door. It was that kind of window where they had little diamond patterns made

The library itself was a two room deal. The first room was the main room. It had a couch, two of it's wall covered in book shelves filled with books for all ages. There was a desk set up in case we ever got a librarian, a couple hardwood tables with matching chairs and a plant. The second room was half the size and had a second door that took you out into a hallway. It had two really old white computers, a large map, a window with those same diamond patterns to show you what was inside, smaller bookshelves that held encyclopedias and dictionaries, and another plant.

That's the room where Morgan always went. It was a great place to get away, now that I think about it. Nobody really used it, except for when they had a research project (which we rarely do). Walking over to the door, I made sure to stay hidden.

The rooms both had their own wiring, so turning off the lights in the main room wouldn't turn them off in the other room. The lights were usually off whenever Morgan was in there.

I could see Morgan inside. I remember from earlier today she had been wearing a black shirt with short sleeves and black sequins covering the shirt in the pattern of leopard spots. Her jeans weren't there, instead it was just black leggings. She wasn't wearing her usual pink and orange crocs, she wore black dress shoes with black socks. It was like she was dressing for a funeral.

Her hair wasn't even in a ponytail. It fell over her face, like that girl in The Ring.

Carefully, I gripped onto the door handle and eased it open. Morgan by all means looked asleep. I took a few cautious steps towards her, taking notice that some of the light from the main room made it into this one. It showed me the shine on Morgan's cheeks.

She had been crying. Hard.

"Wow." I said. I knew she could cry, but I didn't think that's what she did every day when she came here.