Just like my morning the rest of my day was really sad and gloomy, nobody was in the mood to do anything, including me. My first period was probably the hardest of all my six classes because it was my elective, what did this mean? It meant that all the grades were merged together to form a class, in my case, art. As I was focusing on which shade of purple would look best on my drawing I saw the same girl from this morning, better, but still totally crushed. I figured since I couldn’t stop her friend from dying the least I could do was try to make her feel better. So I walked over to the corner of my classroom where she sat there, pretending to be focused on drawing but I could see that the only thing on her mind right now was her friend.
“Hey,” I say sitting next to her.
“Hi” Her voice is so soft, as if she’s testing to see if something bad will happen if she speaks.
“Look, I know you’re probably really hung up on memories of Chelsea right now, and this isn’t exactly the best thing to say to a girl looking for closure but, I need to tell you that you’re not alone, I’m here for you.”
“You don’t know me.” she says this time when she speaks I can almost make out an accent in her voice.
“But I’d like to. You don’t have to go through this alone.” When I say this I look at her straight in the eyes, I wanted to show her that I wasn’t afraid of commitment.
“You won’t leave me alone will you?” she asks, and for just a small fragment of a second I see her smile. I hope I can make her smile more often.
“Nope.” I say confidently. “Hey, I know we just met and everything, and I don’t know if you consider this rude but, do you have an accent?” I actually wasn’t all that curious, I just wanted to make conversation with her, maybe just maybe she’ll forget about her loss. Even if it’s just for a second.
“Yeah, Chelsea… she used to say my accent was the main reason why she decided to talk to me in the first place.” I could see her eyes welling up with tears.
“Don’t cry. Think if it this way, she didn’t die she simply took the midnight train to anywhere.”
She looks up smiling, I can tell that even if we don’t become good friends, we’ll at least become friends.
The rest of art class seems to fly by and before we know it, it’s time to pack up, “What class do you have next?” I ask.
“Ms. Mitchell,” She says sighing.
“Oooooh, I feel your pain, I had her last year she was a real pain!”
She laughs in agreement, “Yes, she is,”
“Well, I’m going that way anyways so I’ll just walk you.”
When we reach Ms. Mitchell’s class, I start to say good bye then I realize that I don’t even know her name. “What’s your name?” I ask carefully so I don’t offend her.
“Grace,” she says, “and you’re Alex.” When she realizes that I never introduced myself she says,“Freshmen know the sophomores and the sophomores don’t know the freshmen, so the sophomores know about the juniors, but you don’t know about us.”
I smile because this is too true. “Alright see you later Gracie, can I call you that? Gracie.”
Her expression changes into a playful glare, “No. My parents named me Grace, therefore I shall be referred to as Grace.”
I smile, maybe I could do this. I turn around one last time, “Byyyeee Grace!”
The rest of my day went by in a blur, nothing much really happened until it was time to go home. “GARCIA!! HOLD ON!!”
