Chapter 2
It was the day of the signups. I was up at nearly 5:00 this morning, and lastnight I went to bed around 1:00am. Doniree slept over, we were too busy talking about signups, One Direction, the VIP Packages, and blah, blah, blah. I wasn't too tired, I was more just excited for the end of the day, when they would announce the winner. I wasn't even thinking about losing, which is bad because there's about 600 kids in my school, and I was putting my hopes up too high.
I was almost done getting ready, and was just finishing up on putting my hair in a fishtail braid. Doniree was already downstairs, eating a bowl of cereal, or that's what she told me. My mom was working today, so we had to walk, which isn't bad, it's only 20 minutes. On our way we started talking about the draw, "What if we don't win? I mean, we probably won't, there's so many other people," Doniree frowned, I could tell she wasn't setting her hopes up high like I was, which was probably good, because she was kind of right. "I honestly don't know? Just move on I guess, but we can't think like this, you should be more positive," "Me? What about you? Do you not understand? I'm going to be as sad as last time when we didn't get the VIP Packages. But worse. I don't want to go through that again, maybe we should.. we should.. we-" "Spit it out!" I spat at her. "We should just not sign up!" She yelled in my ear. What the hell was going on with her. "Are you serious? Doniree, it's better to not get it and put your name in, atleast knowing you had a chance, better than not putting it in, and wondering if you had put it in, you could've won!" "Whatever, I'll see you in French," I didn't even notice we were already at school, and people were staring. I awkwardly shuffled to my locker, on the other side of the school and got my stuff out for my first class. English.
*Ding, Ding, Ding*
It was lunch time, and me and Doniree had just finished French together. So we walked to our lockers together. We didn't talk in French, and not because she sat on the other side of the room as me, but because things were still a bit awkward from earlier. We didn't really talk on our way to our lockers either. After we were done putting our stuff away, I asked, "So, are you signing up? Or what." "I guess so, you were right. I should atleast put it in, or I'll regret it..." "Good! Now let's go, I can't wait till the end of the day!" "I can..." Doniree replied, I could tell she didn't want to do it, but deep inside I knew she wanted too, just as much as I did.
We waited in line for alomst 20 minutes. The line was so long, and it was mostly all girls, I saw a couple guys though. I chuckled at them, thinking it was cute that they liked them. We got to the front, and told the two grade 12's our names. They weren't really my friends, I've talked to them a few times before and they were nice, but not the kind of people I wanted to hang out with. "Morgan and Doniree, grade 12," I told them, so they could write our names down. "Home room teacher?" One asked, "Oh, you guy's are in mine, right? It's Mrs. Gurreiro," the other one answered for us. "Uh, thanks," was all that came out of my mouth and we walked away.
It felt like only a minute had passed when we went to our group of friends and talked about One Direction, and the bell rang for our next class. I had P.E next, one of my least favorite classes. But surprisingly it went by fast. Next was Science. The last class, then the after school announcements would announce the winner. I wasn't excited anymore, I was scared, I felt sick to the core, but I couldn't go home. I needed to win this. Science, like usual, went by slowly, but even more slower than most days, every time I looked at the clock 5 minutes had passed when it felt like 30. I turned around and look at Doniree. She looked nervous, and even more sick then I felt. But all I could do was smile, which I just ended up twitching my lips. This was it, there was 5 minutes left of class left. But they flew by so quickly ... and the principal began to speak through the speakers. First he started talking about events occurung, then messages in the office, and at last, the winnrs of the draw. "Now, I will announce the winners of the Ultimate VIP Packages to One Direction! Drum roll please everybody!" Everyone except me was ponding their fists on the desks. "... And the winner .. is ..."
My mouth kind of just clenched up. I thought I was putting my hopes up way to high. I was right.
