Until I See You Again, Goodbye

Doesn't walk away, doesn't look back

     To second period, dun, dun, dunnadun. I seriously hope I'm not the only person to sing in their head when bored. Well I couldn't say I was bored. I mean I'm walking with the adorableness Luke to next period, which we share. He was talking about some band I didn't know about that I needed to check out. I didn't really care to be honest. What I really needed to check out was his booty. Ayyyyy.

     "Tyler, um Abbot, please report to the front office."

    Everyone who knows me turns and looks at me in the hallway. Getting the array of comments I flash a smile. Oh did you finally break PDA. Tyler who was the victim of your murders this time. Poor man's entertainment.

     "Hey, um could you walk me to second period first. I um am having a hard time finding my way." Luke looks down. I couldn't really say no because I was probably being sent to the office for some stupid paper or something.

     "Sounds legit. How are you liking the school here?" I stare into his green rapturous eyes and he looks steadily down at his textbooks.

     "It's much smaller than what I'm used to. I remember going to a gigantic school that was full of even more gigantic morons. You can't fix stupid." I couldn't lie with that.

    "I love how it's small. It's brings a feeling of togetherness. I also love how the town is small. Everyone knows each other and it's never dismal even in the dark." He nods though still looking pretty much down. Sadly we reach the next destination.

     "Here you go, Mrs. Stein." He smiles, says thank you and enters through the awkwardly thick door. The bells ring and everyone disperses into classes while I walk awkwardly through the vaulted hallways. The hallways covered in art projects created by the art classes. The giant library next to to main office. This was my school.

    I open the office and step into it's carpets. A disgusting pattern of disordered shapes. On top of it five dollar waiting chairs because they can't be any less cheaper or they would. I walk up to Mrs. Caurley, one of the office ladies.

     "Good morning Mrs. Caurley. How are you?" She looks up smiling to see me and frowns. Her whole facial expression sinks as she sadly stands up holding a yellow note.

    "I am good," she sniffles out as she quickly walks to a teachers lounge. I could silently make out some words. It was quiet and more than one teacher was crying.

    "You…him……can't break it……him."

    The nurse shuffles in looking down. She pushes her hair out of her face and sits in a chair crossing her legs. Her eyes plead a silence that she expected, yet wanted. She cleared her throat, but it still crackled. "Please see the counselor." She gets up and walks back to the teacher's lounge. More Sobbing was heard.

     I walk down a narrow hallway filled with doors and offices. the many windows created much light to be shone.

     I knock on the door of the counselor.

    "It's Tyler Abbot Sir."

    A large crash is heard followed my multiple smaller crashes before he opens the door.

    "Hi, Mr. Thomas. Please do come in."

    I walk into his cluttered room. Papers were scattered everywhere. Boxes of paperwork were built to the ceiling.

    He clears his throat looking me straight in the eyes. "There isn't any other way to say this." His expression was sad like the rest. What was going on?

    "Your friend, Lydia, she has passed away Sir."