Tragic

Tragic Part 2

The first bell rang signaling everyone that they need to start heading to class. I was already in first period with Marc sitting next to me. I started doodling on my notebook out of boredom.

"Dylan, hello?" A voice snapped me out of my little world I was stuck in.

"Huh, oh what's up?" I asked as I looked over at Marc who was looking down at something on my side of the next.

"What happened to your arm?" He asked nodding his head in the direction of my left arm. I looked down and saw the scars on the upper part of my forearm showing a little. I quickly pulled up my sleeve and looked back at Marc who wore a confused expression.

"Oh, it's nothing. Happened a few years ago." I simply shrugged it off thinking maybe he would too.

"If you don't mind me asking what did you do?" He asked politely and I remembered exactly what happened. About a year three and a half months ago my brother graduated and promised me that he'd come back. But one week turned into two weeks and two weeks turned into three and three turned into three months. I lost hope and I thought it was my fault. So I made a cut and added about five more the same day. "Hello, earth to Dylan?"

"Oh, uh. I don't like to talk about it. Sorry." I weakly smiled and turned back to my notebook.

"Good morning class! I'm Mr. Anderson." My AP English teacher said as he wrote his name on the board. "First things first, we have to go over rules."

At that point, I started to zone out and doodle on my notebook again. It was about fifteen minutes until the bell rang signaling to us that it was time to go to second period. Just as I reached the door Mr. Anderson called my name.

"Ms. Tanner! Wait a second, please." Marc turned around to look at me because he offered to walk me to my next period. I just nodded telling him I'll be fine.

"Yes, Mr. Anderson?" I said as I turned around and walked to his desk.

"You weren't paying attention during the class rules presentation. It doesn't matter anyway, I presume you're a good kid. I heard you had a rough time last year. I just want you to know that you can come to for anything." He looked at me the entire he was speaking to me.

"Okay, thanks Mr. Anderson. I just hope you know that I'm doing better now." I said before walking out of the class room and to second period.

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The first and utmost boring day of school was over. I was surprisingly not made fun of today, probably because everyone was to busy focusing on what they and their friends did over the summer. I was glad I didn't spend my summer here in Ojai, California. I went to visit my cousin in New York City. I had, probably, the best summer of my life. It was amazing and I realized that as soon as I graduate from this tragic place I'm heading for the city. New York was thrilling and exciting for me and I was actually happy for once there. Which is why I'm moving there it was already planned. My cousin Emily said that I could stay with her until I could get my feet under myself in the big city.

"Dylan! Hey wait up!" A voice belonging to Marc cut me out of my thoughts. He ran up to me with his backpack slung over his shoulder and his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, what's up Marc?" I asked leaning against my '61 convertible Camaro and crossing my ankles while pulling my cigarettes out of my bag.

"Holy shit, I didn't actually get a good look at your car this morning. Holy fuck, you have a '61 Camaro? How did you get this?" He was in utter awe as he stared longingly at my car.

"Uh, my grandpa gave it to me last year for my sixteenth birthday. He said he would have given it to my brother, but he never came around much and I was his favorite. He past away a few days later..." I cut myself off before going on any longer.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know." Marc nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

"No, it's fine. So what did you want when you practically sprinted over here yelling for me?" I asked with a smirk evident on my face.

"Oh shut up. I wanted to know if you wanted to hangout today. Maybe go to dinner, not like a date or anything." He said quickly.

"Yeah, sure. My parents won't miss me." I said as I threw my bag into my car.

"Really? Okay cool." He said relaxing a bit.

"So your car or my car?" I asked leaning against my door and taking a long drag from my cigarette.

"Your car. My mom dropped me off today." He said quietly.

"Aw, momma's boy aren't you?" I laughed before throwing my cigarette away and opening the door. "You know what? You have your license, right?"

He nodded his head.

"Alright, you drive." I said throwing my keys to him and walking over to the other side of my car.

"Seriously?" Marc looked at me with shock on his face and his jaw dropped.

"Yeah, consider it a one time only thing because it will never happen again." I said throwing my sunglasses on and leaning back in my seat. I was glad to have him as a friend. Maybe it would last, then again none of my friendships ever did. I pray this one will.