Hidden Feelings

November 16, 2012

I keep my eyes alert, watching everything, absorbing my surroundings. The world is silent, a haze. I hear a high pitch bell ring out occasionally, but other than that everything is mute. Looking both ways, I cross the street safely and enter my high school. Everyone is moving around one way or another. Mouths are moving, shoulders are shaking, faces are blushing-so much movement. I walk down the hallway and ignore the stares people are sending my way. Holding my head up high, I continue walking down the hallway until I reach my locker. Silently, I open my locker and grab all the materials I need for AP Psychology SL. As I close my locker, my pant pocket vibrates, which makes me grin in anticipation. Class was starting. I pull out my phone and see that I have a new alert: 1st bell will ring in 3 minutes. Smiling, I make my way to my SL Psychology class, which is by far, my favorite class.

I was happy that my day was running pretty smoothly. Nobody had picked on me, I didn’t have to go Nurse Jones or to Mrs. Walters, the secretary. Obviously, my luck had to run at that moment. Because at that particular moment I ran into the school’s most popular girl, Lisa Patricks. I didn’t see her until it was too late. The collision force caused her to drop all of her books and purse. All of her friends dropped down and picked up her items quickly, before they got contaminated by the “germs.” Lisa’s face flushes in anger and her mouth twitches downwards- she’s not happy. She starts talking, probably chiding me on how careless I am, but I don’t understand her. Her mouth is moving way too fast for me to read her lips. I tilt my head in curiosity, trying to let her know that I don’t understand her silently. This only makes her angrier. She starts moving her hands wildly and her lips move rapidly. She clenches her teeth and her eyes open wide in anger. My phone vibrates, distracting me. Another alert: 1 minute until class starts! My shoulders drop in disappointment-I was going to be late to my favorite class. Suddenly, the phone is snatched out of my hand and all my books are thrown to the floor. Confused, I look up to see Lisa holding my phone and reading my alerts. She glances up at me and smirks mockingly.

“Do you need this?” I read her lips say and I nod furiously.

“Too bad.”  I read once again. Her taunting voice echoes around my vacant mind. Her scathing words bounce around my head like a basketball. I blink, taken back by her cruelness. Can she really do that? Can she take away my lifeline? I lunge for my phone but she tosses it to her friends who catch it without hesitating. I see their mouths open and their shoulders shake. Their laughing. They enjoy watching me suffer. My cheeks flame in embarrassment and I want to go back home and hide in my bed. Tears threaten to spill and I shut my eyes quickly. I won’t let them see my tears-not now. I don’t want to give them another reason to pick on me. I take in deep breaths, and attempt to swallow the lump in my throat. Lisa notices my embarrassment and grins widely. Her eyes are glinting with evil and for a moment Lisa looks exactly like the descendent of Satan himself. Her wild, curly red hair framed her narrow face nicely. Her large, brown eyes looked at me like I was another conquest. She smiled viciously at me when she saw my flushed face. Lisa Patricks was beautiful. There was no doubt about it. But her beauty hid the evilness that resided in her. She was a devil in disguise-no questions were asked.

I bend down and pick up my books silently. I gather all my binders, notebooks, and the textbook before standing up once again. But this time, Lisa and all of her sidekicks were gone. I glance around the hallway to find it empty. I guess the bell had rung, which means that I’m late to class and I don’t have my cell phone. Sighing, I make my way to Psychology SL and wait for the teacher to acknowledge me. My teacher, Mrs. Tanner sees me walk in and motions: What happened?

I make a fist and rub it over my chest in a clockwise position and mouth: Sorry.

Mrs. Tanner raises her shoulder and put her palms up to gesture: Why?