Baby Doll

The Message

I played with my pigtails restlessly. The day was only getting more and more boring. I always thought high school would be more interesting than this. The small town high school didn't really have much to offer. There wasn't anything in the town itself besides a park and the school playgrounds for outdoor entertainment. I guess this is why they created the internet, though. So you didn't have to go outside.

The bell finally rang signaling the end of the day. Finally! I thought happily. I'm out of here! I grabbed up all my things and headed out the door. By 'all my things' I mean a single binder (one for each class) and a notebook for all my songs. Not that they'd ever get farther than paper... "Don't forget to review section 3! We're having a test tomorrow!" The teacher called to the students already filling out the door.

I opened my locker and dumped everything into my backpack. Today I was feeling impatient with the school system. That or maybe I was tired or hungry. Actually, it was probably both. Belle's locker was a few locker sections to the left of me, and she was already ready to head out. "How do you get your stuff on so fast?" I asked.

"I dunno. It's a talent," Belle joked as I was just grabbing my coat out. "What is up with you and hearts lately?"

"Huh?" I looked down at my shirt which was a graphic tee of a heart and remembered that I was wearing heart hair clips, nail art, and shoes with a heart sticker on them. "Oh... I guess I hadn't noticed."

"Wait a minute... are you like, crushing on someone? Is that it?" she teased.

"What? That doesn't make any sense." I responded and I zipped up my coat and threw my backpack on. "Besides boys are gross. Just because I'm a freshman now doesn't mean that I'm instantly allowed to date. Heck, mom didn't allow you to date unless you were a junior."

"Well, I was dating before that she just never knew it."

I just shook my head at her and walked out the front doors of the high school. Not a whole lot of people conversing outside of the normal cliques. That's to be expected from a high school. Belle drove us home in her used car with her weird emo music blasting full volume. Honestly, I think she does that just to annoy me or make me deaf. When we got home Belle immediately crashed on the couch and turned to her new binge watching craze on the TV.

I just went to my room and plopped down on my bed, pulling up my laptop and checking all my social media to see how everyone was doing. Before long I got bored and turned on some music to study to. I pulled up section 3 and started filling out the review questions before my computer let out a notification sound. I looked up at my laptop and gasped. "A-are they really messaging me?"