I Sold my Soul to the Devil

Just Another Day

   It was Blake. God, I was in love with him.  "Hi darling." I said to him.  My friends don't really approve of him, but I don't really mind.  He's the best thing in my life right now.  He's the second closest person to me, besides my brother.  I just don't know anymore.  He's like my other half.  You know, it's one of those things that you don't control,   you just mend well with that person.  That's kind of what it's like with us.  "How's your day going?" he asked me.  "Pretty good, what about you?"  "Could be better."  he said with a slight sigh.  "What's wrong?" I asked him.  Then, the first bell rang, and we had to go to our first class.  "I'll tell you later love." He said to me, with a quick kiss.  

   I see him, in third period, so I'll be seeing him soon anyway.  I wonder what was wrong with him.

   First period, I had geometry, and then world history.  I hate geometry, but world history is my FAVORITE! I know most people don't like, but I love it.  I find it intriguing.  My third period class is Spanish.  

Throughout first and second period, I was really wondering what was bothering him.  Was it something I did? UGH! This was annoying me.  He normally tells me everything, so it must have just recently happened. 

When third period came I made sure to wait outside that class for him.  He came up to me and gave a me great big hug.  "What were you talking about earlier?" I asked him. "Just parents, you know how they can be." Like me, Tyler had parent issues. If you ask me, every teenager has parent problems.  Parents don't know what it's like growing up in this generation. 

The thirty second bell rang, and the two of us went inside the classroom.  I sit in the front of the class because the teacher hates me, and Tyler sits three rows over, and two seats back. Spanish class, sucks. I wanted to take French, but my dad said "How many people are you going to speak to in French?" I mean, he had a good point, but still. It's my life, let me make my own decisions.

That's another thing about parents. They don't let you decide things on your own. If you want to do something, they should let you even if they know it's wrong. They should let you learn from your mistakes. I know they're just trying to help you, but let us learn instead of "protecting" us from the real world.

When class ended, I walked with him to fourth period. We were both in the 600 hallway. I had English now with Mrs. Baker, and he had it with Mr. Bennett. Mrs. Baker was cool. She was a teacher that was your friend too. She knows how to connect with her students.  I had this class with Taylor. I sat next to Taylor, which is a poor decision on the teachers part. We never shut up. "I wonder what's going on with him." she said to me, after I told her what he said to me. "I think it's just a teenage boy problem." "Yeah, I guess so." she said to me in response to what I just said to her.

Third period ended with both Taylor and myself getting in trouble about four times that class. We walked out, met up with Tyler and went to lunch.