The Memories of Jordan Rick

Chapter 11

             Its been 2 years since the death, I'm a senior. I am back in school but life is worse than ever. I have had  a couple of other small crushes and all of them have broken me in some way. I can tell that I am losing my mind already. I bury myself in school work to attempt to lessen the pain and emptiness. I must say it has worked fairly well but it has also caused quite a few problems. First of all, grades are becoming a sort of obsession. This has lead to some horrible events. I am teased and put down for my grades. I remember the golden days when my friends and I would pick out the nerds in the school and make fun of them.

We would do it behind their backs, never thinking the story behind the nerd. Well, now I am one. Most students see me as the crazy smart nerd who cares only about school but they don't know my story. I realize that every person, every nerd, geek, gamer, fangirl, popular, and even normal nobody has a story. I take the insults and rude comments because I know those who shoot them towards me must have a valid reason to do this. I can only imagine what their stories are. They have to be horrible ones, for no teenager should have the right to bully unless they really are insecure or maybe they need something to keep them alive. Maybe it boosts their self esteem. I don't know but I try not to pay attention to it.

              It is mostly Alexis and her fashonista followers who continue to hurt me. She is the most powerful girl in school so of course everyone does as she says. She has ordered my friends to abandon me and most of them have. Only Louis and Julie remain by my side. I am glad that I have at least two faithful friends but I don't want them to get in hot water with Alexis for being loyal to me. Ocassionally, the three of us go out to the movies or something and we have fun. However, when I go back to school I am reminded how bad life is. No one really cares about me. Not anymore. Still, I am determined to make the rest of my life a good one.

I plan on getting a scholarship to an Ivy League College such as Harvard or Dartmouth. There, I can start over and become sucessful. Just a few more months and I'll be free from the rotting hell that is high school. I will study graphic design and animation. I don't know exactly what I will become but perhaps a movie director, lawyer, or game designer. I turn my tear filled eyes to the past but quickly turn away and think of the future. Past is past. I will forget the wounds of the time before the future and ready myself for the medicine of tomorrow. However, my scars will never leave me. They are part of my story and that is what makes each of us who we are. Our stories. What's yours?