Chapter Three.
I wake up at 6:15 and hop in the shower. I take my time doing my hair and makeup. I pull on the denim shorts and flowy tank top I set out the night before, and slide on a bright cardigan to cover up the scars on my arms. The last thing I'd want to start off junior year with is being bombarded with questions by concerned friends. The last thing I want is anyone's "help." Granted, it'd be great to not have to do everything alone, but I know there's not a single person in this world who could actually understand, and be of any assistance to me, so it's better just to pretend I'm fine. I take one last look in the mirror, practicing my "smile" before I sling my bag over my shoulder and walk up the street to my bus stop.
I put my earbuds in to avoid conversing with anyone on the bus, and sit with my head resting on the cold glass of the window, banging against it with every small bump and pothole the bus hits. As we finally near the school, I pull out my schedule to check over it one last time.
Jessica Zimmerman
Year: 11
Age: 16
1. English 11 105
2. AP Biology 308
3. Pre-Calc 102
4. Poetry 207
5. AP US History 204
6. Study Hall 303
The only class I'm looking forward to is Poetry. I can only hope, though, that I get a good batch of classmates. I've heard horror stories of other kids who've taken it with a group of assholes, and it just completely ruined the experience. Suddenly, the bus comes to a halt, and my body jerks forward. I look up, and we're already at school. I reluctantly get up, reciting my cheery responses to my friends' upcoming questions in my head. I make it through most of the morning without a single questioning of my happiness, my friends seem to be satisfied with my answers to their questions. I can tell people are being extra careful about what they say around me. No one knows how I'm dealing with my father's death, and nobody wants to be the kid who says something wrong and makes me cry about it.
It's finally 4th period, and I step into Poetry. My heart drops when I realize I don't recognize a single face, but, I can't decide if this is for better or worse.
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Let It Be Me
Teen FictionJess's dad died this past summer, and ever since then, she hasn't been herself. After months of ignoring any attempts to help her, she meets a boy named Taylor in her poetry class. Unlike her friends, Taylor isn't willing to just give up on Jess. Wi...
