Three weeks of school and rearranging our new home have passed. I have been looking at Mr. Fallon less and less in History class. I don't need Kylie's bullshit. Or bullshit from her clique... I haven't sat next to Mr. Fallon either at lunch. Olivia sits with me now. She's in my Gym class and I met her on the second day of school. She's really sweet and she introduced me to a few of her other friends. I sit with a table of 6 or 7 at lunch. As for boys, there's this one kid named Ashton in my Math class. I also feel comfortable with sitting next to Taylor on the bus now.
As I'm walking home from school, I remember soccer starts soon. My mother takes me to tryouts and I make it on the best team. I've been playing for 7 years now. Next week is when I get my uniform and have my first practice. I hope that bitch Kylie isn't on my team.
I can't believe it's almost October. I get up on this chilly autumn morning and throw on a long sweater and some leggings with black combat boots. I remember tonight is my first soccer practice. I don't even know who's on my team. The thought that Kylie could potentially be on my team causes my heart to race. I also remember I have to pass in my History essay as well.
''Everyone pass in your essays from the other night. It counts as a quiz grade and you will be having a quiz coming up on Thursday,'' explains Mr. Fallon. I brought my textbook, binder, and folder to class today. I rummage through my folder to find it. I put all my homework into one folder. I also noticed the papers were static, sticking together. I was the last person to pass it in. ''Thank you, Rose.'' I walk back to my seat. We were assigned some bookwork and then class ended shortly after that.
Oh. My. God. My note. I flopped onto my bed, feeling hopeless. ''I wrote that note for myself, and now I don't know who has custody of it,'' I announce. Whoever finds it will think I'm insane. It was on a lined piece of folded paper and it read: You're the authority in which I need, some guidance, lead me. You're just a temporary figure. That's all you are. To me. To him. To her. Temporary isn't enough. You're just a temporary figure. Don't leave. - Rose Salvatore
Now I've got bigger fish to fry: retrieving my note. All I can imagine is showing up at soccer tonight and seeing Kylie with the note passing it around and making fun of me. It could be anywhere. I presume it fell out in the halls or something.
''Everyone line up and do some stretching before we get to know everyone,'' says Coach Michael. No sign of Kylie. I think she dances or cheerleads or something like that. She probably thinks soccer is a boy's sport. She's so full of herself and flaunts her possessions. I hate how teachers give her so much attention because she puts herself out there, but not for anything good. ''Alright everyone so we have eleven players: Olivia, Chloe, Alex, Lily, Rose, Jasmine, Audrey, Christine, Sydney, Kaycee, and Mia.''
Practice went well and I like my new team. I even have Olivia on my team. Some parents went there to meet the coach and watch their daughters practice. One father was so supportive. I get this empty feeling when I see this. It's almost like I'm a torn stuffed animal that needs to be sewn. This has been a long day, and I have school tomorrow. My stomach drops when I remember my note it still missing.
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Temporary
RomanceRose moves to a new area and doesn't know anyone. She's shy and isn't good at making friends. She feels her father causes her to feel so depressed and lonely. She doesn't like the fact people come and go in life, and there's nothing you can do to st...
