Don't Let Me Down

~Chapter 3~

I looked up at the new high school I was going to attend next week. There was a banner in the front that said "Welcome to Marian High!" It did look welcoming enough. I was honestly a bit nervous. Would the kids here like me? Would I finally after years of suffering through loneliness get a friend? Would I be bullied again? I really hoped the answer to the last question would be a no. I just wanted to enjoy my senior year of school without any issues.

My dad put his arm around my shoulders smiling. "Looks nice huh?" I chuckled. The school was very big. Easily three times the size of my old one. I'm pretty sure I might get lost a bit at first.

"Yea dad it's perfect." I gave him a big hug and told him I loved him.

Back at our new house, wow still have to get used to saying that about this place, I traveled all over like an adventurer. There was three floors: the basement. main level and 2nd level and best part there was a game room in the basement with an indoor/outdoor heated pool out back. When I first saw this place I thought dad was pulling a joke on mom and I. There was no way this place was ours. Dad assured us it was and I wasted no time settling in. I chose a room towards the back of the house that had a fire escape so I could go to the roof when I wanted. That would make a great sneak away place for when I just needed to air or time for myself. I helped unpack everything we brought and then mom ordered us Chinese food. I was so grateful for the food. I was starving!

When the food came I wasted no time in digging out my share and shoving delicious fried rice down my throat. I didn't care that I looked unladylike like or anything, but of course some people do care. "Alexandra stop eating like you've never eaten a day before in your life! Sheesh slow down and eat properly." Then she muttered "It's no wonder you look the way you do." I stopped eating mid chew. I wasn't so hungry anymore. "Um I'm tired. I think I'm just gonna hit the hay early. Night."

There was still plenty light outside. It was probably only 5:30 pm or so, but that didn't matter to me. I ignored their protests and locked myself in my new room. I didn't even bother changing my clothes or putting the sheets on my bed properly. I just laid there. Laid there and stared at the ceiling. I didn't even cry. Just laid and stared.

When I woke up it was still dark outside. I checked my phone. It was 1:30 am. Well I wasn't tired anymore so I decided to get up. I took a blanket and a sleeping bag with a pillow and headed up to the roof. I always wanted to sleep under the moonlit sky with stars smiling up above on a roof. I don't know why. I just think I've read too many books. But one thing that I really wanted was for someone to share it with. Not that I'd ever get a friend much less a boyfriend. As if. When pigs fly and hell freezes over. I laughed at myself. I was always bringing myself down. What would you expect though? Years of bullying gets to you. Even when you try your hardest to be strong.

This time I woke up on the roof. I looked around in confusion till I remembered I climbed up here last night, well very early morning, but same thing. I yawned and stretched out. My body was stiff from sleeping on concrete. Next time I'm bringing a cushion. I headed inside my room and dropped off my stuff then, grabbed some clothes for a nice hot shower. It was cool because I got my own bathroom that connected to my room. I asked my dad how he was able to afford all this and he said that his promotion was actually being hired by a very wealthy businessman who needed personal tutoring for his twin sons who were in 2nd grade by now. He heard how great of a teacher my dad was and hired him. This house was paid for in full and my dad got quite the paycheck.

After my shower I decided to finish decorating my room. It was mostly music posters that covered my light blue walls. I loved music so much. I played piano a bit, but since I never had full access to one I didn't get very far. What I knew so far was what I could teach myself in the privacy of the music room at my old school when no one was around.