losing amelia (on hold)

Losing Amelia

  That day I walked into class with wet hair and my letterman jacket wrinkled. I was late. As I walked into class, Mr. Turner had noticed my being late. 

  "It's nice that you came somewhat early to class today Bobbie. That's the third time this week." He said angryily. 

  "I'm sorry Mr. Turner, I overslept."

  "Whatever Bobbie, we have a new student today named Amelia Armstrong. Amelia wave your hand over at Bobbie so he knows who you are since he missed introductions earlier in class."

  A girl with medium length brown hair and amazing brown eyes waved over at me. She was pretty, but I never imagined myself speaking with her or even becoming her friend. 

  I began to walk over to my seat but before successfully doing so, Mr. Turner had shoved a sheet of paper into my backpack. When I had sat down, I grabbed the paper out of my bag. Detention at four o'clock this afternoon. The third time that week it had happened. I crumpled the paper back up and shoved it into my backpack. 

  I had pretended to listen in class. Mr. Turner continued on lecturing the class as I let my mind take me to other places. The first place my mind took me was to Penn State's football field. The football coach and I were speaking and he was telling me: "I'm so glad you decided to come play football for Penn State Bobbie. You're an amazing runningback and I'm so excited to have you play here. Soon everybody is going to know your name and you're going to do some amazing things." I had dreamed for that to happen, that's all I ever wanted in my life. The second place my mind took me was to my bedroom as my twelve year old self. I was sitting on my bed when my mom came into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. "You know I'll always love you, right Bobbie? Nothing will ever change how much I love you, even if we aren't together I'll love you." She said that to me a couple of months before my thirteenth birthday and her announcing that she was divorcing my dad. I always wondered how I couldn't notice the signs of her unhappiness and what exactly made her feel that way. I also questioned why it was so damn hard for her to keep in contact with her son too. 

  Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up to a pair of brown eyes and immediately recognized the new girl. 

   "Class is over and you're the only other person left . . . I thought you should know so you can get to your next class." She said, not seeming shy at all but more uncomfortable. 

  "Oh yeah . . . Thanks, Amelia?"

  "Yeah no problem Bobbie." She before walking out the classroom. 

  That was the first time we had ever spoken, but definitely not the last. Sometimes people ask me if it was all worth it. Losing everything I had spent my high-school career working for. I had lost my girlfriend, my best friend, my friends, respect, popularity and that wasn't all that was affected. My father had been confused and frustrated and so was my mother. I had been disowned by both and left to fend for myself with Amelia, but soon she had left me too. 

  So was it worth it? All the pain and unhappiness? Was it?

  Hell yes it was. All because I had found Amelia.