Five Choices

VII

Memories of the Past

Weeks pass by like a train. Im actually fitting in more with this school then my old one in NY. Kyles team in football is doing good and has scouts watching him. Beth is becoming my sister more than my best friend. Jax is still Jax. West, hes opening up to me. 

Over the weeks we've been having more time to talk to each other and become better friends. I told him about the time my other friend named Paul pushed me in the hallway, leading me to crash into the hottest guy and spill my coffee all over him. West laughed then rolled his eyes.

"I guess I would do that." Was what he said. I decided not to question what he said and then talked to him some more. 

Anyways, my classes are doing good. Everyone knows me as the new but old girl and everyone knows my name. Mostly because the boys demand for me to hang out with them everyday after school and during lunch. Although at lunch I refuse because Riley and her friends sit there, and based on the looks Im receiving in the hallway, they hate me. 

I figured out that Kyle stopped hanging out with Kendall, who was the girl with white hair, and doesn't talk to her anymore. Actually the boys don't really talk to any of them. Even though Im new here, I know that they probably always talked, but now when I look over, they are silent and looking all around. Sometimes I'll catch Jax's eye and hell wink, then gobble up a sandwich. And other times I'd make eye contact with Riley who will send me a seething look and eat her salad. 

But I mean, isnt it cliché for the queen bitches to hate everyone except themselves? 

Isn't this whole thing cliché?

My mom and dad have been adapting well to the new job and environment, mom even met a friend who she always shops with. Dad, well Im not as close with my dad as my mom, but I hear he has a girl friend. Whenever he talks about Sarah, I see my mom tense up and listen to his tone of voice. If it goes up when he talks about an event, he's in for it. Mom has always been careful around guys because when she was in highschool she saw her boyfriend going at it with his hot teacher. Ew.

A clank brings me to look to the front of the room to see my teacher holding a chalk piece and is furiously scribbling on the board. I stare with blank eyes as information is thrown at me. Do teacher really expect me to remember all they are writing? I have too much stress right now.

I have a speech due tomorrow that I haven't even started about a memorable event in my life. I was thinking about doing the event when a car almost hit my neighbors daughter, but I ran and grabbed her. I crashed to the ground pretty hard, and had a fractured elbow, but at least Sophie was okay. I was the hero after that, and a ton of people came into my hospital room and gave me flowers. Even a journalist came in and wrote a story about me. I was the talk of my neighborhood, until a celebrity came and took it away. After that I was just sent thankful smiles from Sophie's mom and dad. 

I want to do that story, but Im afraid people will think Im putting myself out there. Like Im bragging about how amazing I am. I don't want to do that.

My second story will be when I heard we were moving, and how I reacted with my friends. How I miss the giant skyscrapers and there looming shadows. I miss the constant honking and bubble of talk when I would sit on my balcony. I miss climbing up the apartment buildings stairs and sitting on their roof, watching the sunset. 

I miss passing the place where I got my first kiss. It was raining-how cliché?- and I was running with my old ex. He grinned and looked to the sky, then pushed me into a big puddle. I laughed then ran around kicking water into him. By the time we were done with our water fight his black hair was plastered to his face and his blue eyes were the only things shining.