Something You'd Never Expect

Chapter One

"Is that all you have to say to me?! No apology, nothing?!"

"Listen, I-" "No! I don't wanna here it! If that was all you wanted to tell me, then I don't want to hear your excuses!"

"Kirstie! You have to listen to me!"

"It's Kirstin to you, now. I should've known you would break my heart soon enough. Why did I trust you?!"

"Look, you have every right to be mad at me, but-"

"Before you say 'I can explain', let me save the trouble for you. If you do, it'll just make the situation worse. It always does. Forget it. I'm done. I'll see you later, Est. Or perhaps I won't."

I stared out of my raindrop filled window, watching the cars wiz past as the water droplets dripped down the previously cleaned glass. It was a typical day in my miserable life, but then again, isn't it always, especially as a teenager? I sighed, walking to my wardrobe to pick something at least decent for the day ahead. Usually I just go with black skinny jeans and some oversized t-shirt. But since it was the start of the second semester, I decided to at least not look like a zombie. After slipping on an oversized, fuzzy black sweater and my usual black skinny jeans, I walked over to my vanity. I stared at my reflection, questioning my reality and pointing out every flaw everywhere. After degrading myself in the mirror, fixing my hair, and throwing on a bit of makeup, I clipped on my favorite necklace with a ring dangling from it and black pearl earrings, then walked downstairs to face my nightmare.

I tip-toed down the stairs, careful not to make any noise. My parents and sister were still asleep, since I woke up before everyone. I silently strolled into the kitchen, grabbing the carton of eggs and grated cheese from the fridge. I threw one egg, beaten, into a frying pan, sprinkling the cheese into the middle. After creating two other omelets, I set them in the microwave oven and stuck a note on the door of it. I creeped out the front door, bag slung over my shoulder, and slowly closed the door behind me. I breathed in and out, then walked out into the rain, not even bothering to throw on a hood.

Walking down the street, I stared at my high-heeled boots, putting my earbuds in and pressing play on my iPod my brother gave me before he- Never mind. TLC's "Waterfalls" played at a medium volume as I continued my "walk of shame" to the hellhole that is high school. Martin High School, to be exact. The streets were filled with people rushing to get to their homes, jobs, etc., and the roads were covered with rushing cars. Once I reached the school building, I stared at the name, the letters painted with our school color: gold. I tipped my head to make eye contact with the doors and stepped in.

I leaned against my locker, listening to "Haven't Met You Yet" by Michael Bublé while waiting for either the bell to ring or my best friend. Ariana walked up to me, grabbed one of my earbuds, and placed it in her ear. She leaned next to me, and grabbed my hand. We stayed like that for a while, until I paused on "I Have Nothing" by Whitney Houston. I turned to her.

"Hey, Ari."

"Hello, Kirstie." She pulled the earbud out and handed it to me as I put the set up.

"How's life?"

"You know how it goes." She nodded.

"So nothing changed?"

"Basically."

"So, they're still..."

"Yeah." She clenched her teeth.

"Ready for class?"

"Of course."

"Sarcasm?"

"You know me so well." She laughed.

"I'll see you at lunch, 'kay?"

"Yeah. See you then, Ari."

"Later, Kirstie." She walked off, the beaded strands of fabric dangling from her tank top swaying and knocking into each other. I smiled, slipped my bag into my locker, grabbed my sheet music book, and headed across the street for my first class.

After first hour, I had possibly my worst favorite class, Algebra II. Not because it was math, but because of the students. Literally everyone in that class was a complete idiot who knew nothing other than how to keep up a social game. Not necessarily going to help you in life. I sat in the back of the class as usual, pulled out my notepad, and starting jotting down what the teacher had scribbled down on the board. It was review, as usual, so not much to learn. But it was always good to jot it down, just in case. Everyone else piled into the class, talking with their friends or anyone who would listen, and the teacher stood and began the lesson.

"Okay students, it's time for review." The entire class moaned.

"Hey, we're gonna keep doing this until every single one of you gets this." I sighed and read over the notes. Slope. Of course I got this down! I learned this way back in seventh grade. This wasn't going to be a problem. The teacher passed out the review sheets, and I finished it quickly, turned it in, and waited for the bell.