Darkest Light

Chapter 3

When the bell rings everyone runs out of the room. There is no point in me rushing to my locker when I know I'll just have to wait for all the girls to leave for basketball. "You can leave sweetheart that's what the bell is for," your teacher says to you as you pack your things. "I know, I'm sorry I'm taking so long I just don't want to be pushed around and have to wait to get to my locker," you say quickly grabbing your things not wanting to upset the teacher. "It's alright, you can stay as long as you want, I remember being in high school and I didn't have a lot of friends either," she tells me. The odd things is I'm interested in what she is saying. "Really? Don't all the teachers love you though? How could you not have a bunch of friends?" I say with a very puzzled face. "I was very shy, it took me a long time to grow out of it, I was also a lot more mature than everyone my age. That's probably what your problem is sweetheart," she says looking me straight in the eyes as if she's try to see a picture in blue and black colors. "I guess your right," I say picking up my book, "I better get going I have to walk home and it will take a while." "How far away do you live?" She asks. "About two miles, it only takes me about twenty minutes walking and about ten if I decide to jog," you say proud of your physical fitness. "Be careful, I'll see you tomorrow," she says looking down at one of many books. I wave a goodbye to her and exit the room. The hall is mostly clear now. Most high schoolers drive cars or ride buses. I open my locker and all my books come out. "Not again!" I yell picking up my books. I never have enough time to clean the stupid thing! I grab my stuff and get out of the school. As I walk home I think about what my teacher said. My last best friend ended up hating me because I was always jealous. She didn't understand how upset she was making me. So I ended up telling her we couldn't be friends. She was so mad that she made a bunch of rumors about me. That was in sixth grade, I hated that year so much. For the first time ever, I just want to go home.