Our Story

Chapter Four

Willow

It was the last period of the day and I could not focus on anything.

The things I might go through after this period will be truly scary for me.

And me thinking of all the horriblest possible scernairos after this peiod is what poured and overflowed in my thoughts.

I had left the rooftop and decided to go to class after re-evaluating my life for who knows how long.

I almost found it funny over how this was going to add to my list of horrible things ever expericened in my life and I gotta tell you, there are alot of them.

‘Just take deep breaths in and out, Willow’

Listening to my subconsciousness, I slowly breathed in and then breathed out cooling myself down.

I was sitting in the far back of the class, slouching in my chair. I was not interested in anything the spanish teacher was saying.

I didn't need to listen, I could speak as fluently as if it were my first language even though it was my second.

But then again, it was still a grade.

After thinking and imaging what would happen after this period, I decided to avoid it altogether.

I had to find a way to avoid this meet. I had to leave somewhere else without him seeing me because the parking lot was just a few steps away from the school, which meant I could still be seen if I were leave from the school entrance or the back door to the parking lot.

“Ms. Hart, aren’t tu going tu do your wurk?”, My Spanish teacher asks me, her accent coloring amusement in her voice.

I look blankly up at her. I hadn’t realized the papers placed out in front of me.

As the words slowly registered into my head, I look down at my paper and pick up my pencil.

There were sentences on the top written in spanish and below it, you had to translate the above line in english. Piece of cake that was. I wrote as quickly as I could before the bell could ring.

The bell rung just as I finished my sheet of paper. I quickly stood up and gave my paper to the spanish teacher, who smiles at me as I walk towards the door with the rest of the class.

As soon as I walked out the class door-

“Hey”, I hear a familar voice call over to me.

I look to the right of me and stare at the boy that I saw earlier. The one that I accepted his offer to.

The hallway was beginning to become crowded as everyone was getting ready to leave, with the slam of lockers and the amount of pedestrians walking back and forth to their destination.

They all wanted to go home, I realized as I watched the people walk past and around me. They all had a home. They all had a place to call home.

They all felt safe and their lifes were probably the best compared to mine.

And compared to this guy...

Right then at that moment I felt small. I felt the need to hide away from here and just cry my heart out.

Why?

“You..ok...?”, The boy asks me. My eyes went straight to him blankly.

I saw his eyes soften a little as he gave me gentle smile.

I stared at him unsure.

Was it safe to trust him?

“Sorry, I couldn’t wait…”, He cuts himself off and breaks the eye contact.