I Am Yours

Preface

The school day had gone by like a wisp of the wind. Like any other day, I failed to see the liveliness and "enjoyment" we were supposed to get out of watching the clock in the classrooms tick by, second by second.

After going through boring minutes of Chemistry, Algebra 2, Theology, and then English, I went to lunch and sat next to Bri. I guess you can say she was my best friend at the time. After lunch, I went out to the bleachers to read, then started my cycle of clock watching all over again.

When the final minute came of school, exactly 2:55, I was thrilled with relief. It was Friday.

I carpooled with Clyde Jacobson, the class clown in which I had no interest of. Well, almost none.

The ride to school was the same as always: complete silence, besides my mom asking questions now and then about our school day.

"See ya later, TAYYYYY," Clyde always said when we dropped him off.

I rolled my eyes and pretended like I didn't enjoy being teased by a hot guy. Don't take that too literally.

Right when I stepped my first step on the stairs with my book in my hand along with a bag of wheat thins, my mom interrupted the thoughts of my book.

"Taylor Mandeline Palmer! You are going to turn around right now and at least say hi to dad."

"Hi, dad," I said, trying to croak a half smile.

Dad came over and hugged me.

"Hey, Tay. Where have you been lately? Every day after school I come up, but your door is locked."

A pain of guilt thrusted my chest.

"Um," I stammered. If I said reading, he would think it was a lame excuse.

"I've had a lot of homework lately. I've

been trying to catch up on Chemistry," I lied. "And I've been reading a little," I quickly threw in. Even so, he ignored it. It made me feel even worse.

"Chemistry? Why don't you call up Clyde? He could probably help you. He's right down the street, you know."

My dad liked Clyde too much. I don't even have a reason why.

"No, I'm fine. I'll be upstairs, okay?" I started towards the stairs in relief.

My mom called me from upstairs while I opened my book.

"Tay, I think you need to be less of a recluse. You can't sit around all day. I'm signing you up for an orchestra group with Bri. It's new... I think you'll like it. The first class is on Sunday at one and I'm driving you there, okay?"

I rolled my eyes. At least Bri was coming this time.

"Tay?"

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"Be ready Sunday! Don't forget! And bring your flute!"

That will be interesting, I thought. I hadn't played my flute in forever.

It wasn't until that night that I really dwelled going to the class.

Bri texted me she couldn't go.

I tried to convince my mom not to have me go and told her I would even go study with Clyde (which would never happen).

She still had me get my flute ready.

As soon as I rested my head on the pillow that night, I fell asleep.

And I dreamt.