It is the frost morning of high school.I have seven new note books,a skirt i hate, and a stomach ache.
The school bus wheezes to my corner. The door opens and I step up.I am the first pick up for the day.The diver pulls away from the kerb while I stand in the aisle.where to sit?l've never been backseat wastcase . If I sit in the front I will look like a kid if I sit in middle a stranger will sit next to me. But I figure out that it's the best chance I have to make eye contact with on of my friend if any of them have decide to talk to me yet.
The bus picks up student in group of four or five .As they walk down the aisle people who where my middle school lab partner or gym buddies glare at me . I close my eye this is what I l've dreading.As we leave the last stop , I am only person sitting alone.
We pass janitors painting over the sign in front of the high school.i guess that the school colour will stay purple and grey.The board didn't want to spring for new uniforms.
The kids behind me laugh so loud I knew they're laughing about me. I can't help myself. I turn around it is Rachel surrounded by a brunch of kids wearing clothes that most definitely did not come from the east side mall. Rachel bruin my ex bestie. She stares at something above my left ear words climb up my throat . This was the girl who suffered through brownies with me who taught me how to swim who understood about my parents who didn't make fun of my bedroom. If there is anyone on the entire galaxy iam dying to tell what really happened it's Rachel .My throat burns
Her eyes meet mine for second .i hate you "she mouths silently.she turn her back and laughter with her friend. I bite my lip i am not young to think about it.
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Don't Speak
Teen FictionI wasted the last week of August watching bad cartoons.i don't go to the mall ,the lake or the pool or answer the phone.I have entered high school with the wrong hair ,wrong clothes,the wrong attitude.And I don't have anyone to sit with.
