Letting Go Is Easier Said Than Done (An Original Story)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

 As I arrive at my locker, I notice the popular girls blocking it. Great, just great. As i I haven't been aggravated enough today. I stand up straight and face them head on, careful not to showcase any fear. Brittany Peters, the head one looks at me with a sneer on her face, as do her drones Carly Janson and Melissa Myers. Unfortunately, they're freshman too so I'm stuck dealing with them for all four years of high school. Well... unless they get hit by a bus like Regina George did in Mean Girls. Don't get ahead of yourself Myra. 

  I snap out of my thoughts and return their snobby eye rolls. "You know you girls roll your eyes so much that I wouldn't be surprised if your eyes stay rolled up at the back of your head. At least if that happened, everyone would be able to see the mindless zombies that you really are." My remark pisses them all of them off, especially Brittany who says "Listen freak, my girls and I can stand wherever we want when we want. So go crawl back into the hole that you obviously live in." I glare at her hard. "Brittany, there are plenty of other places to stand around and bitch with your minions. Just stop blocking MY locker." The bitch then has the nerve to pout at me and fake tears, attracting our bonehead principal Mr. Neon (yes that's actually his real last name) to come over to us.

  Let me help you paint a picture as to who Mr. Neon is. He is a man approximately in his early fifties, has slightly gray hair, 5'11 in height, plump in weight, often wears a sour puss on his face, and only cares for the athletes and/or popular kids. As you probably figured out on your own, Brittany and her drones are cheerleaders. What a shocker, I know. "Ms Waters, is there a problem here?" I grumble back "Yes there is. Brittany and her friends are purposely blocking my locker. Lunch is almost over and I haven't even ate yet." He looks at me skeptically. "I'm not buying that Ms. Waters. It's clear to me that Brittany here is rather upset. I know you said something mean to her." I kick a water bottle on the floor near me out of frustration. I look him right in the eyes and silently search his for some mercy and understanding, but none is there. "This is a load of crap Mr. Neon and deep down, you know it too." Mr. Neon then acts as if he's offended by my words. "Well Ms. Waters, if you aren't going to give Brittany here a sincere apology, which I can tell you aren't, then you my dear have afterschool detention for a week starting tomorrow." I look from him to Brittany and her drones and back to him, all of whom are smirking. This is such bullshit. I got framed. I flip them off and head to the remainder of lunch, which is only five minutes. 

 When I get to the cafeteria, I plop down next to Becky and Derek, running my hands through my hair. Both of them look at me in concern, but only Becky speaks up, asking me "If I'm okay." I know she's trying to be compassionate, but I can't help but laugh at her question. I respond to her but stare off into space as I say "I'm the farthest thing from okay. Brittany Peters and her minions framed for something I didn't even do. Thanks to those bitches, I have afterschool detention for a week starting tomorrow." Derek puts a comforting hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry Myra. That really sucks. Why don't I join you?" I look at him as if he has three heads. "Derek, don't be stupid. I can handle riding out detention by myself." 

   Derek gives me a serious look. "I'm joining you. Someone has to be there to make sure you don't get framed for anything else that you didn't say or do. That being your trustworthy friend Derek." I lean my head on his shoulder. "Thank you." He gives me a small smile. "You're welcome." The end of lunch bell rings, signaling that it's time to head to our next class. Luckily for me, my next class is music, one of the only two classes that I actually enjoy. Music and creative writing are my two escape outlets. In addition, I have great teachers for both of them so that's an added bonus. 

   In music today, Mr. Cooper (my music teacher) has us begin to construct simple melodies. Now I'm a vocal major so it's a little harder for a vocalist like myself than for a instrumentalist. Though, I manage to get through it along with my least favorite class, geometry (math). When the end of the day bell brings, I rush to my locker, shove my books into my bag, and board the bus. I choose a seat in the front, pop in my earbuds, turn my music as loud as I can without it being deafening, and tune out everyone and everything around me. Thankfully, I don't have much homework today and there's no one home yet when I walk through the door. I hike upstairs and go to my favorite place in the entire world, well besides Disney World of course, which is my bed. I feel like some of you can relate to me on that. But for a little while, I can forget the events of today and having to tell my parents over a dreadful conversation at dinner.