The Definition of Infinite

Mae

I'm sitting on the bus to Bridgewood High, trying to nurse the huge ball of nerves forming in my stomach. I haven't been in this town since I was eleven years old , I'm surprised at how little everything has changed yet seem faded in a way. I try concentrating on the world outside in an attempt to distract myself from my anxieties, and what i'm leaving behind.

As the bus screeches to to a halt, I find myself on the brink of a panic attack, I make no effort to get up and move, a few students give me the side eye as they walk past, I don't think I recognize anyone so far thank goodness, I'm in no position to face my old classmates now. After three long deep breathes I make an effort to get up and out of the bus, the bus is empty now, all for the sleepy looking bus driver and a punk looking couple who are so absorbed with sucking each others face off that I don't think they realize we've reached out final stop.

One step at a time I leave the bus, however my anxiety is not eased as I look up at the daunting school entrance in front of me.I have to remind myself to breathe, counting both my steps and my breathes. I always found that things always become easier when you count. I count the cliques on students huddled together, I count the preppy cheerleader looking girls sipping their coffees and contently adjusting their ever so manicured hair, I count all the on edge looking geeks gathered around their precious game of league of legends, I count the jocks, all of them probably bragging about their latest female conquest. 

Before I know it I've reached the front doors, I freeze up, making no attempt to reach for the door, a wiry looking kid with a flame of bright red hair pulls the door open from inside, he raises an eyebrow at me as i force out a small thank you my cheeks burning red as i scurry past him with my head down. 

I wasn't always like this, I used to be really confident and outgoing, always smiling and laughing with my friends, I wouldn't be surprised if people described me obnoxious. but that was before, its amazing how much one person can affect another life so vastly in such little time.

I follow the signs to the principals office without making any eye contact with all the students on the way, so much that I'm proud of how socially awkward I've become, if I've learned anything in the past year its that you can never trust anyone, especially those closest to you, we are all born alone and we all die alone, other people are the enemy.

Just as I reach for the doorknob the door swings open making me jump, but who steps out is way more startling, she comes out like a ball of fire, I instinctively step sideways to get out of her way to avoid getting caught in the flames. 

After yelling a final obscenity at the principal she turn around and meets my eyes, she immediately softens, this isn't the first time we've met.

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A/N

Hey guys hope you like the first chapter. Keep in mind I was tired in bed while writing this chapter. Please don't be too harsh. This book will be written in a dual perspective, so I will keep the chapters quite short. I'd appreciate some feedback, if you enjoyed reading it please vote and share.

Callie xxx