Glass Hearts

II

Roy

I wonder why Christine wasn't eating, or had nothing. That was unusual of her. I asked Sarah, she said that Christine had only forgot her lunch today. That's what I hope it is. It really just stinks to see girls starve themselves because they "aren't thin enough" or are "fat". And sometimes society says it's okay, when in reality it's a mental condition.

It wasn't my business, however. She could destroy herself if she really wanted to. I'm not in control of her, nor have the right to make decisions for her. She is her own person. All someone can do is try to guide someone onto the right path.

After lunch I trudged through three more boring periods of school. I looked stupid in biology class, practically failed my chemistry make-up test, and barely got any of my essay done. I don't know how they expect you to write an essay about a book that doesn't care to be translated into a modern version of English.

I sighed as I hassled through my locker, everything was falling out and making a complete mess. The principal came out from his office and yelled at me for having papers everywhere. He then gave me a detention slip so I could clean out my locker next week. I was extremely temped to throw a punch, or at least rip the paper up, but I shoved it down my jean's pocket.  Someone was bound to challenge me today, I'll take my anger out on them.

I leaned over and started picking up some of the things on the floor, but a quiet voice took my attention. "Um... You dropped a book..." I stood up and turned around. It was Christine, holding out my history text book. Her head was down, and her eyes were casted down toward her high heel boots. I took the book and shoved it in. She dropped her arms down to her sides. She walked off without another word.

I continued cleaning up, plotting how I'd get back at the principal. I had a wicked smirk on my face. He is going down.

Christine

I kept walking down the cold, bleak, gray walls that enclosed me in this school. I didn't dare look anyone in the eye, my head was down, gazing at the pattern of the granite. My boots clicking and clacking on the surface. I finally made it to the double door exit. I pushed the door on the left open, and stepped out. The sunlight was bright today. I hadn't noticed. I smiled as I continued walking, looking down at the grass and flowers.

I finally made it to the back, and there stood Matty, and behind her, Joseph... I couldn't believe it. I paled a little. My mouth went dry, I couldn't speak. It was as if someone was wringing my neck. I could only gape. Joseph rolled his eyes and looked unamused. Like he couldn't believe I was here. As if I really am a ghost, someone meant to be dead.

Maybe that's what I am to him. A dead man walking. A cadaver rotting away, soon to be mere dust in the wind. Maybe he would be the one to bury me.

"Um..." Matty broke the silence, the spell of my paralysis. My mouth still hung open a little, but I straightened my back. I should at least try to be a little courteous. People judge me enough. "I brought Joseph because I wanted to have a talk." Matty continued, "Well, I won't be doing any talking. You'll get the point soon enough. Just stay here. Talk with him. I'll leave so you both can speak your mind." She began taking steps, her feet crunching beneath the gravel patch we all stood on. She passed next to me, but stopped for a brief moment.

She gripped my shoulder and whispered into my ear, "Try not to cry this time, okay?" I froze. Does she now know how much Joseph wishes that I be wiped off planet Earth? Before I could even respond, she had her hands in Her pockets and walked away. I heard a heavy metal door open,and crash shut. I squeezed my hands together tightly, wishing I was home.