Together ON HOLD

Nerdy Buddie

        POV Hanna age 15

     *ring ring* Ugg. I dont wanna get up. Groaning I push myself up from my pillow. Dragging my feet across the ground I make my way to the mirror.

Wow, my long red hair is poofed up to my shoulders, and my black mascara smudged under my eyes. I brush my hair out straight and wash my face with makeup remover, now im socialy acceptable.

Reapplying my mascara I look through my closet. I dont have very much, a couple of t-shirts, hodies, and skinny jeans. I throw on a grey hodie that belonged go my dad and some to-tight black jeans. Looks good. I grab my bag and text books and go to the kitchen.

"Hey mom, hey dad" I say to my parents sitting on the couch. I shove two pastry stroodles in the toaster and turn to face my dad.

"Thats a healthy breakfast" He says sarcasticly.

"Healthy AND delicous" I say smirking

"Hows mom doing?" my tone is serious.

"She slept for a couple hours, walked around the block, nothing different" he looks away thinking.

*POP* breakfast is ready. I shove one in my mouth panting because its hot. The other one i take on a plate to my mom

"Hey, got your favorite, raspberry." she looks at the wall but smiles. I hand the stoodle to her and head towards the door grabbing my bag.

"Have a good day!" my dad shouts out the door "Bye!".

     I shove my stuff in the army green satchel and start chewing a piece of gum. I never told my dad, but some of the things I realy want but cant afford, like gum and makeup, I just take from the stores. I'm not proud of myself but it helps make me feel more normal, having those things. I walk a few blocks and see my school around the corner. Passing by the talking, laughing people I look at the gound trying not go make eye contact.

"Hey Hanna" a blonde girl named Sam says in a cheery voice.

"Hi" I say back not looking at her.

"Anything interesting going on with you?" she asks casualy. Sam is the gossip writer in our school newspaper and shez always been curious about me.

I walk away ignoring her glare. The bell rings and I make my way to science class, placing myself in the far corner. The teacher takes attendance.

"Josh?" "here!"

"Katelyn?" "here"

"Noah?" "here"

"Hanna?" "hi" I say quietly twirling my pencil. With a roll of his eyes he continues.

"Donna?" "here"

"Christian?" no answer

"Christian? are you here?" He lookz around bored.

"here!" Christian shouts as he stumbles through the door. He has long dark brown hair that covered his forehead, bright green eyes, and thick black glasses that sat slightly ascue and the end if his nose. with his tall gangely posture, he was the purfect nerd.

"You can sit in the back next to Hanna" the teacher says continuing. He starts to walk toward me but drops his books. Everyone but me and the teacher laughs as he stuggles to pick them up. He sits down, cheeks flushed embarassed.

"Hi" he says looking away. I feel kinda sorry for him, hes probably a good guy thats judged for how people see him... just like me.

Ever sence my dad passed away people saw me as a little fragile flower, someone to leave alone incase you say something wrong, someone who is mentaly damaged because of her past.

Not that the thought hadnt come across my mind. What if i am just mentaly insane, creating an image of my father because i couldnt accept that he had left me so alone. I push those thoughts aside. Besides, it dosent matter, Im glad hes with me either way.

Halfway through the peroid I get bored of sitting there staring at my empty paper.

"Hey" I say putting my pencil down. he looks up from his almost complete assignment.

"uh, whats up..." I say awkwardly smiling. He laughs looking forward.

"What?" I'm genualy curious.

"Skip the small talk, I know you dont care" he starts to do his homework again.

"What! I just want to know about you" I say leaning on my elbow, smiling.

"Come on Chris waz up?" he looks at me, head cocked to the side.

"Call me Christian, and I'm just fine thank you" he smiles and picks up his pencil. I dont know what it is but I realy like this guy, theres something about him.

"what class do you have next?"

"English, you?" he asks casualy.

"English Mr. Farns" I reply packing up my books and slinging my bag over my shoulder.

"We should sit togther" I say as we walk through the door.

Christian and I also took socials and P.E. together. Both of us, hating gym, hid in ths bushes as the rest of the class ran laps.

"You know Im actualy pretty good at sports and fitnes" Christian says as we watch our class run

"I just dont what them to be jelious".

"Is that so?" I reply gigling. we both laugh.

"I can see why people are all jerks to me, but why is everyone so mean to you?" oh no, I was dreading this question. The thing is Christian only came to this school last year, he never knew about my father.

"Its a long story, I dont want to bore you" I say avoiding the question.

"we have all hour" he says eagarly. damn it.

"Well, when I was ten my dad passes away, everyone thought that I went insane. They are all scared Im evil." actualy that wasnt to long at all.

"why did they think you were insane?" never mind, I forgot about follow-up questions. I turn away from the class and look at him, he looks back. He didnt have any friends who would he tell?

"I went around telling people that my dad was still alive" His face was instantly confused

"Why?" he cocks his head to the side a little.

"because I can see his ghost, and I thought his body was still attached to his spirit" I quickly look down at my hands ashamed. What would he think of me?

"Your funny, but really why are people so mean to you?" I turn back to him, mouth agap in shock. He has the stupidest grin on his face.

"I wasnt joking, I can see my fathers ghost!" I say convincingly. He takes a moment to take it in.

"well then" I brace myself.

"you must be nuts" he laughs. I start laughing with him. I havent laughed this hard in years.

"HEY! YOU TWO. GET OUT HERE AND RUN!" the gym teacher found us.

"Run away!" I shout grabbing Christians hand and pulling him up. We dash behind the dumpster still laughing.

"so just like that you accept me?" I ask curious.

"sure" he says,

"everyone is different, not like I havent had my fair share of super natural". Now Im confused

"what do you mean?" he looks up at the sky

"when I was eight my granny died. She left on bad terms with my mom, it left my mom feeling really empty, never finishing their fight. One of the times when my mom was having a really bad fight with my dad and I was sitting alone in my room listening to them yell, I heard her talk to me. Telling me everything was going to be ok." he looked back down at me waiting for my responce. I didnt say anything, I didnt know what I could say, I just hugged him.

Without words we could both relate to each other, we knew how the other felt. We both finaly found a friend.