Just live

Chapter 6

"Oh well someone's getting deep here" Summer stutters

"Yeah deeper than the ocean" I roll my eyes and laugh cause I know how cringe that was.

I walk walk out ,holding my school bag that weighs more than my dad , down the stairs into the school corridors . 

"Skylee! Wait up!"  Leigh screams from at the top of the stairs.

We walk down the long corridors passing everyone. 1 breathe. 2 keep walking. 3 you are okay.
The three steps I use to get me through everyday of my life. I know they say we're too young to worry so much, but I can't help it. It's me.

*school bell rings*

We walk into English class as usual. Taking my seat at the back of the class next to Zayne, while Leigh goes off galavanting into the distance with "those" people.

"Agh Skylee and now? Why so Melo?" Zayne asks with uncertainty.

"Well I don't know, I'm going with my brother to a "weekend getaway" if you want to call it that. I'm so nervous."

" Why you nervous for spending time with your brother ?"

" well actually Seth is coming with." I drop down I'm my chair and feel my face blushing.

" ooh now this is the gossip I want to hear first thing in a Monday." He leans in closer and smiles brightly.

" Stop it !! I don't want to think of him in that way , we've been friends for so long it's weird to want to make it something else than that."

" You cant keep shoving how you feel about him down , it's eventually going to come out."

"Yeah most probably "

I tell myself that I don't like him , I don't see anything in him like that but I know I'm just lying to myself at the end of the day.

"Seth you are late every Monday morning for my class!"

"I'm.. um.. sorry sir. I promise it won't happen again"

"Don't make promises you can't keep young boy."

Yup here he is. Late again on a Monday morning for Mr Naidoo's class.

Mr Naidoo is an Indian man. Yes he takes us for English and basketball.
Even though he sucks at sports and never pronounces the words right, I got to give it to him, he always has spice. (AKA gossip)

Seth walks byes and sits next to me. Ah that blonde hair and blue eyes. It never gets old.

" Hey Skylee " he gives me a look and smiles.

Instant butterflies. Fuck me.

"Miss Skylee , would you please do the honors of reading your English poem for the class"

Oh shit.
Oh shit.
Oh shit.

My body is tense, on the thought of going up in front of the whole class reading out my homework.

"Yea... um... sure" I say shaking so hard the North Pole can probably hear my teeth shattering.

"Very well do go on"he says looking in the Mark book.

I walk slowly to the front of the classroom. Bumping into every desk that I come across.
"Shit" I whisper to myself when my hip bone bumps into the corner of the desk.

"It's almost Christmas!" Some idiot at the back shouts out.

"Yeah I've heard that you're on the naughty list" I say back without turning my head.

Wow I didn't even know I had the confidence to say that back. This might not be that bad after all.

I stand in front facing the chalkboard, slowly turning around and looking at everyone.

" you may begin Skylee"

"Okay..." I say out of breathe,
I pull open my piece of paper looking at the words and without realizing it they already coming out my mouth.

"To the person I want to be:

Have you ever just thought about who you actually are. I mean what humans are?
Humans are creatures that walk the earth and along with them they drag the name society. Welcome to society! This is where teenagers get drunk on the idea that growing up will solve all their problems. Society changed them, suckers turned into cigarettes, soda cans into vodka and kisses into sex.
Boys... please one girl at a time it's not a group meeting. And Girls... pizza will never ask you for nudes, so why would you give away all your inocent to them. Just so they can tick another girl off the list? Why would you give yourself these "labels"?
As in labels now days are the only things that define us as humans?
Hoe, slut, fuck-boy, popular and a nobody...
but these labels shouldn't describe who we are, even the clothes we wear shouldn't tell us who we really are. We wake up in the mornings and looking in the mirror and thinking "SHIT" I look like shit.
But who said that you have to be skinny to be happy? Who said curly hair never looked pretty?
But we put on these fake smiles to please people, we get pushed into doing things because everyone else does it. And oh you can fall in love with whoever you want, but only if it pleases society. Where did all of this come from? If you break  it down back to society, back down to humans.
Humans... humans started this.
But we only humans. What more do we know. "

I look up and the class is still.