Kade
We all have demons but those inside of us are the worst ones to deal with. Seeing someone from a nonspiritual way paints a more appealing picture than what's in one's mind. I would be one of those various people. Everybody wants to be me but I don't. Star quarterback and honor student. Walking through the halls was a hassle when you had people following you and asking questions on how they can approve their technique or wanting answers for the school newspaper. They don't truly know who I am. They didn't know I was a brute. That I had killed the person I loved the most. A person who believed I had potential other than football. I wanted them to know but Faith's father insisted otherwise. He paid the town's press to drop the story they had against my morals which were nonexistent. At the time, I wanted the story to be leaked. Humanity needs to realize that no one is perfect. I then thought about it and decided it was best if it didn't get released. I wouldn't be able to deal with the disappointment of others as I was already dealing with my own.
It was five minutes before the whole school would be dismissed and I had asked Ms. Granger for a pass because I had forgotten my house keys in the boy's locker room. As I walked down the hall I decided I should buy something from the vending machines. After getting my snack, I started walking down to the main hallway when I bumped into someone. At first, I wasn't sure who it was until I saw their countenance.
"Sorry," I said.
" You should watch where you're going prick!"I heard them say. My eyes widened a little. I guess I wasn't used to someone talking to me like that. Everybody usually treated me with respect and admired me.
The person looked up at me.
I had seen this girl around wearing the same typical sweatpants with a sweater and the same annoyed face but she looked different. She was wearing a complete change of clothes that included a skirt and a cardigan.
"Oh, you're the new girl. You look different."
"Yeah you never saw me. Okay?"
" Yeah, but why hide this?" I was curious. Was she like me? Did she feel an empty void?
"You wouldn't understand."
"I..." I was interrupted by the ringing of the bell. As I looked down again, she wasn't there. She had left.
"I understand" I stated.
Once I retrieved my keys I walked towards the lot waiting 10 minutes for it to empty out. Moments later, I went traipsing home. I didn't own a car ever since the accident and even when I did have a car I would park two blocks away from school. My car was practically older than my father. I don't come from a wealthy family. I live in an apartment that only has one bedroom. I took possession of the bedroom while my dad slept on the couch. My dad was an honorable man. He wanted the best for me and tried to provide it but couldn't. His low paying job wasn't enough to live comfortable but I appreciated his effort. I had gotten a job at House of Records to help support him with bills and pay for my school fees. He was very supportive when it came to me making certain decisions and he loved me for who I was. In my eyes, he was the greatest dad I could ask for.
Unlocking my door, I threw my bag on the floor with my shoes. I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. I had to get to work in an hour. House of Records was more of a hangout than a workplace. All the workers would sit at the back and tell stories. Every now and then a customer would walk in buying a few records that I would later check out for them. Everything was normal until someone walked in. Someone familiar.
The girl from this afternoon.
She seemed ecstatic to stroll through each aisle. She seemed to stop at the classical section of the store. It was unusual. People always overlooked that section.
I excused myself from whatever conversation the workers were having and I walked towards her.
"Hey," I said putting my hands into my pockets.
She looked at me and she seemed startled.
"What do you want?" she demanded.
" I would prefer a 'hello' or 'how are you?' but that's okay" I laughed.
" I am not used to talking to people and I don't care what you prefer."
" Why so harsh?"
" I don't like people like you."
" What did I ever do to be hated by someone?"
"You think you're all that. You hang out with the people that bring others down to make yourselves seem superior."
" I don't think that. I want to be friends with people that don't eulogize me honestly."
"How about you do your job and help me pay for these records at the cash register?"
She shoved three records onto my chest. The records included artists like Mozart and Beethoven.
"Yeah sure."
I walked to the cash register and scanned the records. I told her the price and she paid for them.
As she walked to the exit I called out for her.
"Hey, what's your name?!"
"What is it to you?"
"Can't a guy be nice to you?"
"No there's always a catch."
"Bye."
"Bye. Oh, by the way, it's Marigold."
I smiled as she left the store. Marigold. Like the flower. It's ironic.
My shift was finally over. I was ready to get home to start my school work and to have dinner with my father. Just thinking about the upcoming days overwhelmed me. The school was having auditions for the talent show and I would be one of the judges during the audition.I was the only student in charge of auditions. The rest were teachers who had nothing better to do. They had chosen me to do it due to my academic excellence. I was looking forward to watching the performances. They just seemed so enticing and they got better every year.
When I got home I was greeted with a tired father who was snoring on the couch. I grabbed a blanket and put it over him. I later heated one of those microwaveable meals and took it to my room.
That night I just did my school work and studied for upcoming tests. I soon fell asleep disregarding all my demons.
This was the first time I actually felt okay. Maybe even happy.
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Idk how bad this chapter is.I am just trying to update frequently because I want to make up for lost time. I did this chapter as quickly as possible b/c I have to do a major research paper for my English class. Deuces.
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