A Collection of Stuff

Post-a-palooza + short story

A/N well this story was a seventh grade project and oh crap it's so bad but here it is

    Even though I only got a fleeting glance of her as I ran down the hallway about to get yelled at for doing exactly that, she stayed in my head the rest of the day. I zoomed past the red lockers and she was walking so gracefully that she must do ballet or something of the sort. Just a little look at her made such an imprint that I didn't pay attention in math.
     Mr. Lefall opened up the class about how we all need to really pay attention this year and that this is our last years of schooling before college and we need to pay attention more than ever because going to a good college decides the rest of our lives and that paying attention is the most important thing these years. I zoned out and though of the girl in the hall.
     Her hair was a pastel blue, the color of her eyes. I shook my head lightly and looked up as Mr. L wrote a problem on the board, I scribbled it down. How do I know what color her eyes are? I don't even know her name. Autumn Brooks.
     "Mr. Landing would you like to answer the question?" Mr. L is standing in front of me. Obviously annoyed.
     "Um," I glance at my notes and at the board. My notes are 6 problems behind the problems on the board.
     "Right Alex," he leaned down and whispered, "See me after class." I cringed at the thought of Mr. L giving me a talk about paying attention and math and other boring and useless information. But thankfully the end of math was soon enough and the bell rang releasing me from the enprisionment of numbers and operations. Everyone got up and I grabbed my blue and black backpack and stood slowly, making sure I was moseying as slow as possible toward Mr. L's desk.
     "Alex," he said while he erased the board. "Alex, Alex, Alex, Alex, why do you not pay attention in my class?" He reached for a marker and wrote in his perfect handwriting: Page 313 Homework Due Thursday Activity Now - Page 312.
     "I'm really sorry sir," I said and looked out into the hall. I caught a fleeting glance of the blue hair that had so far controlled my morning. Mr. L turned to me and put his hands on his desk.
     "Listen sport, I come from a divorced family..." Oh god. I thought to myself.
     "My family is fine." I said quickly.
     "That's what they all say." He looked up toward the door as his advanced middle school students trickled in.
     "If you even need to talk to me, you know where to find me. Now get to class boy," he motioned for me to get out and I utter a thanks and get out into the hall. I wandered toward my Science class and all of a sudden my heart beats a little faster. Autumn is in my class!
Oof!
     I crash to the ground and hear the familiar clatter of pens falling to the tiled flooring, they danced like ballet dancers before falling over not moving. I slowly open my eyes and pushed myself up. I saw Autumn on the ground next to me with tears in her eyes clutching her elbow. Oh no.
     "I am so, so, sorry!" I reach and grab her pens and gather them in my hand. I extend my hand and she grabs it. My face burned and I cleared my throat grabbing her backpack.
     "Are you alright?" I looked up my face still hot and see the look of pain in her eyes. She shook her head no and my face conformed into a worried one.
     "Do you need to go to the nurse?" She nodded.
     "Want me to walk you there?" She hesitates and shook her head.
     "Lea, come with me." She said and a blonde haired girl comes over and leads the crying Autumn away. I looked down at the pens in my hands.
     "Hey!" I yelled but they were already too far away to hear.

~+~

     I don't know how I made it through the day but somehow it did. When I got home I immediately searched for her on Facebook which seemed like an outdated app to me. I hadn't used Facebook in a year or so, but Autumn Brooks comes up. She's online. I click on her and friend request her. The response was immediate.
Denied.
I tried. again.
Denied.
Maybe there's a problem with the system...
I tried again. A little blue box runs onto the screen.
'User: Autumn Delilah Brooks has Blocked You for SPAMMING. Please Try Again Later. To Know More About SPAMMING Click Here.
I laid my face into my hands. I closed the box and go to Instagram and find her. She posted a picture two hours ago of a cast on her elbow and a caption saying,
'An idiot in the hallway broke my elbow.'
I leaned back in my desk chair and yelled angrily. My mom came rushing up and asked me if everything was okay.
     "Peachy keen mother, everything's just peachy keen." I said through gritted teeth.