Chapter 3

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by _lukesgirl_

by _lukesgirl_

It's lunch time and I rush to Carrie's locker. We always eat lunch together. There's two different lunch periods and last year I only had one lunch period with her. As I'm running to her locker there's something in me that really wants Luke to have the same lunch period as us.

I run up behind Carrie and cover her eyes with the palm of my hand. "Guess whooooo?" I say it even though I know she knows that it's me.

She plays dumb with me, "Uhhhh..." She thrusts my hands off her face and turns around with a huge jump. "You ready?"

"Yep. So how was your favorite class, science?" I ask her sarcastically.

"Not bad considering it's only the first day of school. I can't really complain about anything. But I do already have homework. I have to write down vocabulary and write the definitions on a paper. This should be illegal to have homework on the first day of school! I OBJECT."

I agree with her. "If teachers want us to learn they shouldn't make us remember things or do homework or tests. Then I would love to learn! But I don't like being forced to remember stuff!"

Carrie starts to talk but my mind drifts. My mind always finds a way to think of Luke. His smile makes me melt. I told myself that I wasn't going to crush on someone too easily... What am I doing? "Kelly? Yooooo" she waves her hand past my eyes.

I blink. "Sorry. What were you saying?" I feel bad for not listening to her. I just can't stop thinking about Luke. I turn my head in a way that I can hear her over the loud chatter in the hallway.

"I was saying that you shouldn't have that big of a problem with school ." I don't like being on the bad side of the teacher because I swear some of the teachers I had last year were like dragons and they would rip people's heads off. I'm not even kidding.

We walk into the cafeteria and I spend at least half of the period in line trying to get food. When I finally get my food I find Carrie at a table near the corner. She looks down at my tray and makes a face "Gourmet school food I see."

I roll my eyes. My mom isn't much of a cook so I usually just get school lunch. Today it's noodles with some type of meat that doesn't look like chicken. I should just make a sanwich for tomorrow. Carrie is gluten free and dairy free so that kind of limits what she can eat. "So did you talk to any new people today?" I ask, even though I don't think she did because let's just say the two of us are sort of socially awkward.

"Well I sat down in class and then this really hot guy sat next to me and as I tried talking to him he moved to sit next to Devin." She says with a pout.

I grab her hand. "Don't worry. Any boy giving attention to Devin definitely does not deserve the time you give them." I try to encourage her but she continues sifting her spoon through her untouched soup. I worry about her because she doesn't eat very often.

"Thanks. I try. I really do. I just feel like nobody will ever like me!" I feel the same. Carrie is beautiful, in her own way. She has small freckles that dot her cheeks and wavy hair. She has a gap in between her teeth because she never bothered getting braces.

"Boys aren't everything!" I say not so convincingly. "I mean sure they're great, sometimes, but so many of them look for the wrong things!" I glance at my watch and see that there's only ten more minutes of lunch left and I take as many bites as I could of the gross school lunch. I drink all of my water trying to get rid of the taste but it still lingers in my mouth.

"Boys are stupid yet I still love them." Kelly cheers up for a few moments. She starts packing up her lunch, which was only touched twice.

"I will see you later I need to get to class!" I start running because I hate being late to class. People stare at me because I'm running down the hallway and they probably think I'm weird because I will probably get there before everyone else anyways. I feel the food churning in my stomach. I slow down to a fast walk and I have no idea where I'm going.

My schedule says that I'm in room 249 but the right side of the hallway skipped from 243 to 247. I look on the left side of the hall and I run down until I find room 249. I walk into the doorway and I see an old man writing on the white board. "Hello! Welcome to Algebra 2!" He smiles wide and comes to shake my hand. "My name is Mr. Adams."

I smile because old people are so cute. The hair on top of his head bobs up and down as his shakes my hand vigorously. "Hi I'm Kelly. Nice to meet you."

He walks over to his desk and fumbles to find a piece of paper. The paper he picks up is very wrinkly and he puts his reading glasses on. "Now Ms. Kelly... You sit in the third row and the sixth chair." His finger points to where I'm supposed to go. When I look past his finger I notice there is nobody else in the room.

I sit in my seat and just stare at my desk waiting for other people to arrive. Mr. Adams just stands at the door waiting for students to come in. At the last minute a throng of kids pile into his room. There's about 20. I search the crowd hoping to find Luke... But I don't see him. I was really hoping that he would be in one more of my classes.

When everyone sits down the room is buzzing with chatter. I see Mr. Adams trying to calm everyone down but his voice is small. "If you hear me clap once!" I clap. No one else does. "If you hear my clap twice!" I clap twice and a few other people clap. "If you can hear me clap three times!" He strains his voice to rise above everyone's voices. People stop talking gradually and he stands at the front of the room patiently waiting for everyone to be silent.

"Hi every. I'm Mr. Adams and I will be your math teacher for the rest of the year! If you took Algebra 2 last year or you haven't taken geometry yet, then you need to ask your counselor to change your schedule!" I hear a couple of people around the room look at their papers and I hear a small girl a few seats behind me say, "Ugh. I took Algebra 2 last year."

"I just want to tell you a little about myself and then I will tell you about the syllabus! I've been a teacher here for almost fifteen years. If you turn in your homework on time and do the best you can, you will have an easy time in my class! I help people with their homework after school if you need it. Now here is a stack of the syllabus I am going to pass this around the classroom." His skinny legs wobble over to the first row and he gives them a certain amount to pass back to the person sitting behind them.

He starts talking about what's on the syllabus but I'm distracted by a pain in my stomach. I raise my hand, "Excuse me? Can I go to the bathroom?"

"I don't know CAN you?" He jokes.

I hate it when teachers do that. Of course I can go to the bathroom, I'm not constipated. "Sorry. MAY I go to the bathroom?" I say trying to shield my annoyance.

"You may!" he says cheerfully.

I rush out of the room and I try and find the nearest bathroom. I pass the boys' bathroom but I can't find the girls' bathroom. I turn the corner and see it at the end of the hall. I walk faster. I feel the vomit sneaking up my throat. I push on the bathroom door but as I walk inside the vomit escapes me. I cough up my lunch and it spills more on my shirt than on the floor.

I head to the sink and turn the faucet on with my clean elbow. I saturate my hands and forearms as best as I can and I pump the soap despenser desperately but no soap fills it. I try all the other despencers and put all the soap I can get into my hands. The soap feels good on my filthy feeling hands.

I realize my vomit is still laying on the ground and I should have cleaned it up before I washed my hands. I clean it up as best as I could with paper towels but there's still a small brown spot on the white tile floors. I head to the nurses office with my head down. I would be devestated if Luke saw me right now.

I walk into the nurses office and she looks up immediately. "Oh honey," she says, guiding me to a cot. I feel like I have been spun around 100 times. The world around me is spinning. My body plops down onto the cot and I put my head down and I pass out.