Simpler Things

Part 6: Secret Admirer.

The sun rose the next day. 7 am rolled by, queuing my alarm. I rolled out of bed, literally, falling onto my floor with a sickening thud. Rubbing my tail bone, I straightened and got up off the floor. Sighing, I picked out an outfit. Choosing a black knee length skirt and a simple white t-shirt I proceeded downstairs, grabbing my scrunchy off the door handle on my way.
I walked into the kitchen, my mother was leaning against the counter drinking coffee.
"Good morning." She said. I replied,
"Only okay-morning." I smiled.
"How'd you sleep?" She said, finishing her cup of coffee.
"Good, yours?" Small talk. Ehhhhh.
"Pretty good. Kyle's coming over tonight." I stopped what I was doing.
"What?" I asked. My mom put her mug in the sink,
"Kyle is coming over tonight," She smiled at me.
"Oh, you like him don't you?" I stood there, twirling my skirt like a 7 year old.
"Sure. I mean, he's nice." my voice came out higher than I'd planned. My mother hugged me, and planted a kiss on my cheek.
"I'm going to go get read for work." She said, heading upstairs. My brother came down 10 minutes later. I was finishing my howl of corn flakes when he said,
"We'll leave in 10 minutes." His backpack hung on one shoulder.
"Okay. And, don't wear your backpack like that." He looked up from his phone,
"What?"
"Posture." I pulled off the English accent. He walked out of the room.
I walked down the porch steps, my backpack on both shoulders, my converse tied tightly. I hopped into the Nisan, riding shot gun. My brother stuck his keys in and the engine turned over. Next thing you knew, we were on the road blasting Drake.
School started at 8:50. My brother dropped me off at 8:45. The local school was a 7,8 and 9 through 12. I walked from the car to my half and he walked to his. The yellow school buses passed me on the side walk. Most were empty, besides some transferring ones. Pushing through the front doors, I walked through the hall. Getting to my locker I put in the combination. 20-2-26. My locker clicked open. There were a couple other kids around me, so I didn't feel too late. Putting my bag in my locker I pulled out my books, heading to room FSF1D1-02. Le classe de francais à terriblé. Especially at 8:50 in the morning.
Lunch finally broke out at 12pm on the dot. Heading to the cafeteria, Megan caught up to me.
"Hey, find any dead bodies since Sunday?" I looked over.
"No, weekends are always slow." Laughing internally at my own strange sense of humor, Megan continued the conversation.
"So, what are you planning on having for lunch." I stopped in my tracks. I had packed a lunch. Damnit.
"I left it back in my locker." I said.
"Oh, I can come with." She offered.
"That's okay, I'll be right back, get us a seat." I walked down the north hallway, leaving Megan. Almost the entire school population had gone to go eat lunch, leaving most of the halls bare and quiet. My steps echoed down the hall. Recognizing my surroundings I slowed down, scanning the numbers of the lockers.
164, 165, 166, 167, 168, and mine: 169. Aha, yeah you child laugh it up. 1-69. Your the reason why society sucks.
Twisting the lock, I put in my pass code. The lock clicked and with a small tug, opened. Swinging my locker door open, a piece of paper fell out. Grabbing my lunch I bent down and picked it up. The yellow paper was crumpled, probably from a yellow legal pad. fattening the paper, my eyes scanned the scribbled writing. I slammed my locker door, clicked my locker shut and ran all the way back to the cafeteria.
The cafeteria was packed to say the least. I scanned the crowded benches. Finding Megan, I sped walked over. She greeted me,
"Oh hey Alyson, got us seats." I sat down without a word. Some of my other friends sat around us; Alyssa, Hailey, Jake, etc. etc. I ate in silence, afraid of my own words. Afraid of my own surroundings. Thinking and re-thinking, that letter... why me? Why couldn't it have been anyone else? All I could think about were those scribbled words on the page,

"No one is safe."