Wishful Thinking [Completed]

Chapter 6

  "Ughhh!" I screamed in my head with plans of revenge against whoever decided to make my life hell.

  Not only was I correct about us having several of the same classes, but they also called ME out of first period to be his chaperone! How stupid could they be?! They are well aware of my social status! One friend!! Geesh, adults are so gullible! They can't seem to take a hint! One friend, no talking...hmm...oh I know (I raise my hand in my mind), it means I don't like people! It means I don't trust people! It meansss that people and I just don't go together!!!

  So instead of sitting quietly in the corner of the classroom listening to my AP-Lang teacher lecture us, I was storming around showing Caleb where he needed to go. I could practically feel the smoke coming from my ears as I showed him my Language Arts class. Well now it was his too and the worst part is, we have all but one class together! Somebody just kill me now.

  "Thanks for showing me around," he said quietly while entering the class and went to sit in an empty desk.

  I didn't respond, but I quickly went to my seat in the corner and mentally prepared myself for a long class period.

  Unfortunately my thoughts wouldn't settle and I just ended up think about Caleb even though I tried my hardest not to.

  Who does he think he is?!
First he gets a job at my store, then he rides my bus and he tries to hug me AND even has pretty much the same schedule as me. Could this day get any worse. Oh wait, yes it already did. I mean to top it all off, every time I am near or with him, the wall that I carefully constructed around myself comes crumbling down! I don't even let my guard down with Jill  I fumed to myself.

  The day went on and every class I watched Caleb introduce himself to the teacher a give them a dazzling smile and as I watched I couldn't help but want to scream.

RING!

  The lunch bell rang waking me from my silent tantrum. Hurrying as fast as I could, I threw my school supplies into my bag and rushed out of my science class with a breath of relief that I could finally get away from him. Bypassing the cafeteria completely, I hurried to the choir room where I spent most of lunch at.

  Nobody knew I came here during lunch, not even Samantha, because it was my safe haven. It was one of the only places I could be me, and with little time to spare, I would play my songs and create new ones.

  It was silent as usual when I walked in, with its beautiful summer green curtains waving as the wind blew through the window and caressing my entire body helping me to relax. Casually I tossed my bag by the door and stepped towards the piano in the middle of this large room. As I slid into the seat, I began a song that I made, all the while putting every emotion I had into it.

  On my knees again, waiting for my hearty to mend.
Waiting for a chance to be who I am.
Ducking my head as I go, running errands to and fro.
Waiting for that special day to be who I am.

And maybe one of these days, I can hold my head up high.
Maybe one of these days, you won't ever see me cry.
Maybe one of these days, I can be who I am.
Who am I? I don't even know.

  Maybe one of these days when the stars are shining bright.
Maybe one of these days, not on a cold crazy night.
I can be who I am, I won't have to be afraid.
Maybe one of these days, I can hold my head up high.

  Maybe one of these days, I can hold my head up high.
Maybe one of these days, I won't ever have to hide.
Maybe one of these days, I won't have to be afraid.
Maybe one of these days, I can hold my head up high.
I can hold my head up high.

  With those last notes coming from my mouth, I played the ending and ended the song, and standing up from the piano seat, I bowed and turned.

As I turned I heard clapping and with a start I turned back around towards the sound, and who I saw just about gave me a heart attack!