Just Another Happy Ending

Chapter 1: A Little Hope

They say the worst things in life come easier. I wonder how much of that saying is true. I mean sure bad things are easy to come by but is anything in life really easy to obtain.

I kick the leaves under my feet because fall had come and the cool wind was pushing me along as I walked the sidewalk to school. This world was empty. The streets and all its houses seemed to have no emotion. The buildings didn't paint a happy environment. I mean it was a very pretty neighborhood but it was one that didn't have a very friendly view. It was one that you protect your children from because you don't know what kind of people could be hiding in the houses that wait so patiently in the dark.

As I cross the street I hear the voice of people getting louder and it's not a very joyful sound to me. I was a junior in high school. My name is Riley Smith and I'm seventeen but people didn't really care much about who I was. I was pretty in my own way with a few exceptions because no ones perfect. I believed in keeping the peace and that everyone deserves to be treated fair. I stuck to myself and didn't have many friends, or any for that matter. It wasn't that people disliked me it was more that I seen the world as this lifeless place and when people opened there mouths to talk to me it was like none of the words had a meaning so eventually I just stopped listening. Sometimes I feel as if this world wasn't meant for me. Like I'm this vibrant rainbow in the middle of a never ending hurricane. This world full of gloom and destruction needs nothing but my radiant colors but the sadness and despair is so thick that my rays can't break through.

I step into the school a few minutes later and even though it's noisy it still seems like there isn't much happening. Not much ever does here in Sierra High. Even though it takes up residence in California there's not much excitement. No big celebrities dropping in or donating a buttload of money to help with our education. This world just doesn't seem right to me and it hasn't in sometime now. That is, not since my parents died.

It's been a good five years. I believe I was almost twelve when they crashed into a tree on a rainy day. Maybe all they needed that day was a rainbow to help them see through the gloomy storm they were in. My rays weren't bright enough then and they still aren't now. My sister and I hold up residence in a small house that our parents paid off. It's a little house on that same gloomy street where I think it rains the most.

I'm pulled from my thoughts as the loud bell chimes meaning I need to get to class. I make my way down the packed hallway heading to English. I didn't really mind English that much. The people in that class seemed to maybe, just maybe, have a drop of excitement in them. It was probably the highlight of my days, if I had one.

I pile into the class room and my teacher stood with a greeting smile as always. "Good morning, Ms. Smith." I smile keeping my head down making my way to the back of the class. I see people file in one by one and eventually the bell rings. "Okay class today we will be talking about...." Just like that the teacher had lost me. I never really knew how I was passing my classes. Maybe the teachers just felt bad for me and passed me. I wouldn't doubt it. Everytime I walk past my Algebra 3 teacher he apologizes for my parents death. I don't question it. I just usually smile and go on.

I'm pulled from my thoughts abruptly once again when there is a knock on the door. The teacher, Mrs. McCain, stops her teaching mid-sentence to answer it. She talks to whoever is there for a few minutes before letting in a boy who's probably two years older than me. "Everyone this is Evan. Let's see Evan you need a partner." I cover my face but it doesn't seem to help. "Ah Ms. Smith. Do you have a partner?" I shake my head. She smiles pointing at the empty chair next to me. "You can take that seat right there Evan." He thanks her and I just want to disappear.

Evan takes his seat next to me and when I look over at him he smiles. "Hi." I try to be nice and wear a smile. "Hello." He leans over some. "What's your name, Ms. Smith?" I smile. "Riley." He laughs. "Well Riley it looks like I'm your new partner." I smile nodding. "Looks like it." Mrs. McCain shushes us and he leans back in his seat.

For once I didn't hate talking to Evan. He was the first person I've met since my parents died that didn't make me want to just plug my ears and pray it would be over soon. In my opinion, Evan wasn't half bad. In the midst of my thoughts he slips me a note. I open it. 'Wow this is THE most boring class.' I laugh to myself. Yeah Evan's not bad. Not bad at all.

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