Thoughts Gone Unkown

Chapter 3

Tick...tick...tick.

The undeniably annoying clicking of the oven timer echoed throughout the classroom as we awaited for our brownies to finish. We had made it through our first week, for the most part. We still had to suffer through two more classes while half asleep. It always seemed like all kids ever did on Friday afternoons was shut down and turn into zombies.

Half the class had their heads down on their desks due to Mrs. Jameson banning us from talking after becoming too loud. Everyone seemed to be slowly drifting into insanity by the annoying tick. Well everyone but Bella of course. She stood straight up, checking her watch to make sure we didn't burn them.

She had fit in almost perfectly with my friends. When I introduced her, Danie and her became absorbed in their own world of fashion while Amanda talked with her about some TV show she had been watching lately. I think it was called Awkward? Anyway, they both talked of their favorite character Sadie and how her attitude, although may it be rude, was one of the bests things they had ever witnessed on television.

Omar seemed to take a liking to her as well as Marcus, but nowhere as near as Danie and Amanda. At first I was going to tell them to back off before they scared her but after realizing Bella couldn't of been more excited to meet them, I left it alone.

Once I heard the timer finally chime off we both hopped down from our stools and took the pan out of the oven. Even through the gloves, I could still feel the burning heat. I practically threw the small tray of brownies onto Mrs. Jameson's desk before readying my books to leave the classroom.

I looked to the back of the classroom to spot Omar with his eyelids half open. They opened fully as he mouthed a "Hi" and waved to me. I smiled and turned back around.

The bell finally rang and we all sped out of the doorway. I felt my arm being pulled on and I soon realized the culprit as she spun me around over on the side of the hallway. Danie.

I attempted to ask her what was it that she wanted, but she soon beat me to it. "Can you come over after school?" Her features were twisted in anger.

"Sure. What's wrong?" She squeezed her eyes shut and shrugged.

"Nothing. I-I just haven't been able to hang out with you and Amanda lately."

"Okay then. Is it just going to be us?"

"Well, I was going to invite Bella too." I smiled and began to head off to class.

"Sounds great! I'll see you after school!" She waved to me as I turned back around and entered into my English class.

I had come to dread this class even more each day. Trevor and I had spent at least four days sitting in class doing absolutely nothing while we were supposed to have been thinking of different ideas for our project. Yet all we had ended up doing was sitting in an awkward silence as he drew with a pen in his notebook.

As I walked down the aisle I took the seat next to Trevor. He groaned as he noticed my presence. "You again?"

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "We've barely talked about what we need to write for our essays."

"And?"

"We need to! It's due in a week and I can't afford to fail the first huge grade of the semester!" I placed my books aside so I could ready myself for the oncoming class ahead of me.

I pulled out my notebook and flipped to the page where I had dedicated the notes that were needed for my essay. I took out a blue pen along with it and began writing down different numbers for ideas I had yet to come up with.

"What are you doing?" Trevor looked on from the seat next to me, examining my actions as if I were a test subject.

I closed the cap on my pen and starightened myself out in my seat. "I'm just..writing."

"Numbers?"

"Yes?"  He rolls his eyes and opens up his notebook as well. The page to the right of the page he has flipped to is covered in intricate designs surrounding a quote in the middle of the page.

It said,"It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace." 

I found myself lost in the countless designs filling the page. There was one that caught my eye the most. It was a small boy, about nine or ten, holding his arm forward as if trying to catch whatever was slippping away from him. His hair is a ruffled mess along with several cuts along his knees. His eyes are filled with tears as the realization of losing the grip of what seems to be his world is let go.

My admiration for the artwork is cut short due to Trevor immediately flipping to the next page. He abruptly took his pen and wrote the same header as I did before turning to me and acting as if I hadn't noticed his mastery hidden away in a notebook.

"So, are we going to do this?" He looks to me, I try my best to ignore the pink in his cheeks and the way he's looking at me so expectantly.

"Um, y-yeah." We both look down at our books the whole time as I suggest that we write about all sorts of things. The first time we felt we got a good grade, what it's like to start in a new school, the feeling of good friendships.

All of these ideas were decent, things that we'd probably get an A with. Except none of those felt real enough for me. None of those filled me with the urge to write  for days on the subject. I need something that could make me feel passion again.

That's when Trevor finally said something useful for once.

"What if we wrote about pain. You know, the pain that comes out of nowhere. The kind that hurts you in ways you never knew possible. The real kind of pain." He barely whispers.

For a second I think that I see a hint of a tear in his eye. I try to make eye contact with him, but he refuses to look up. So I rest my hand on his forearm and he finally looks to me, "That's it. It's perfect." I see him gulp nervously as he looks  down  at my hand.

I quicly retract when I realize how long I had lingered there. "So we'll uh, meet on Monday then." He continues to stay silent, but nods in agreement.

And thankfully the bell rang.