One Night...is all I ask for

Same Classes?

  The next day, I'm asleep in my bed. My body wakes up, but I don't open my eyes, so I can hear everything. Mom and dad are arguing again, screaming and yelling at each other. I open my eyes to check the time. It's only 7:15am. My parents argue pretty much everyday, but sometimes, I wonder if they still love each other or not. I decided to get out of bed, so I did, went to the restroom and took a long, soothing, hot shower. This is what I need; something relaxing.

  I got out of the shower, combed my wet hair, put deodorant on, and went to my room to put some clothes on. After getting dressed, I looked in the mirror. My black/dark brown hair, moved to the left of my face, and my bangs could reach down to my chin. I wore a video game shirt, with a jacket over it, zipped up to where my chest is, so not zipped all the way up. I wore black skinny jeans, and a pair of converse high tops. I grab my beanie that says "band" on it, and put it on my head. I look in the mirror, and realize how emo I look, but it's not my fault that I look like this, but the long hair is better than the buzzcut I had when I was a kid.

  I started walking downstairs, towards the yelling and screaming, and they stopped as soon as they heard and saw me, but they whispered under their breath. I don't know what the point of that was because I knew that they were gonna continue when I'm gone. Mom asks me if I wanted anything for breakfast, and I said no as I drank a cup of juice and washed it. I tell them that I'm off to school and say bye to them. As soon as I close the front door, I can hear them arguing, and slowly getting louder. I'm surprised we haven't gotten any noise complaints. I get in my car, turn it on, and turn the music up a little bit louder because it's the one thing that keeps me sane. I pull out of the driveway and start driving to school.

  I pull into the parking lot, but I see someone standing in my spot, where I usually park. I roll down the window and say, "Hey, I don't mean to be rude or anything, but can you move?" They just sit there, and I tell them again to move, but they're still sitting there, ignoring me. I get out of my car and walk towards them, but she looks up at me and I apologize to her for telling her to move. Jackie says that it's alright, so she gets up and gets in my car, but as she did, I noticed that she had a journal, but it wasn't for school, considering it had so many pages and drawings on the front cover. I look at her through my windshield as she sits there, writing in that journal. She looks up at me, and stares at me, and I suddenly look away and start walking towards my car. I get in, and park the car, but she looks at me with a questioning face.

  She says to me, "What're you doing? We're not going to school. That place sucks." Then I said, "It's only your second day here, and the school year is almost over anyways. You might as well finish it out, and you can skip, but my first, fourth, and fifth classes are the three classes I don't skip." She asks me what those classes are, and I tell her that she'll laugh at me if I do. She says she won't and convinces me to tell her, so I do. "They're all band classes. First is top band, fourth is jazz band, and fifth is AP Music Theory." She doesn't laugh, but she smiles and pulls out her schedule and shows me that she has those three classes as well.

  She then says, "I told you I wouldn't laugh. What do you play?" I said, "I play clarinet for band and saxophone for jazz. What about you?" She looks away and out the window, and says, "I used to play percussion, but I switched to clarinet." I asked, "Why'd you switch? Didn't like it?" She looks at me and meets my eyes.

  We stare at each other for few seconds, and says, "I switched to be with a guy who turned into an asshole, but I enjoyed band, til I lost interest in it." I just look at her, looking at all the things she has, and I realize that's she's going through some family and/or school problems. I lift her head up, look at her, and say, "Come on. Let's go to band. You'll enjoy this band a lot more than your old one. I'm sure of it.

  She smiles and agrees with me. We got out of the car, and started walking to the band hall. There's something off about her, and I want to try and help that. She doesn't know it, but she's helping me a lot right now. Strange that we have almost the same schedule. We just have a few different classes, but they're the same class periods. Really strange and curious, indeed.