The Middle

                                                              Chapter 1: The Meeting

School, School

How I wish I could jump in a pool

Sink to the bottom with no air to spare

I know no one will ever care

     Well that's me. I'm the girl that hates everyone and pretty much everything, writes poetry in a ratty spiral notebook, and wants to apparently drown in a pool. Yeah, I'm loads of fun at parties... well if I ever decided to attend one. One thing I forgot to mention is that I do have one friend, so I guess I don't technically hate everyone. Her name is Valerie. She is an outspoken, school-wide proclaimed rebel. Let's just say unlike instagram she has no filter.

Ding, Ding, Ding

     My insides are screaming "Thank Jimmy" because school is FINALLY over... well at least for the day. I'm a junior, so I still have one more agonizing year in this ungrateful hell hole. And if you were wondering Jimmy isn't some weird god in an unknown religion it's pertaining to one of my favorite bands of all time "Jimmy Eat World". A little depressing at most times, but still one of the greatest bands ever. I gather my useless "learning" materials and race out the door. I swear if I wasn't so lazy I would be badass at track. But you know I could never blemish my perfect record of never doing anything physical what so ever. You know you got to keep the streak alive and seeing as I've never broken in the seventeen years of my miserable life I don't think it's going to happen anytime soon.

     Walking to my locker as fast of my sluggish shell will take me I stumble backwards after feeling like I'd been hit by a brick wall. What feels like two flesh covered pythons come to rest on my hips keeping me from loosing my balance. Suddenly my ears are filled by the frantic rambling of a disoriented guy that seems to be going into hysterics. "Whoa now speedy Gonzales the apology five hundred is at six" I say while trying to hold back a giggle. He flashes me a lop sided smile while a small chuckle escapes his lips. Cocking my head to the side my eye brows draw into a confused state as I just stare back at the welcoming face looking back at me.

     Becoming aware of the hands still resting gently on my hips my eyes all but practically bulge out of my head. I rush to untangle myself from his grasp which only makes everything worse because some how we both end up on the floor in the middle of the hallway. He who has no name is on top of me staring at my face. Becoming even more uncomfortable (if that is even possible) I mumble something along the lines of "can I get up". Not getting a reply or even a responding action I repeat myself a little louder hoping for some positive reaction. He suddenly comes out of his daze mentally and literally trying to shake it off. Gathering his sanity he gracefully returns to his former up right position lowering a hand to help me off of the ground. (huh, I guess chivalry isn't dead) Opening his mouth to start apologizing again I hold my hand up to cut him off. "It's my fault... both incidents were my fault" ending my statement by lowering my gaze to my shoes and disappearing down the hallway hiding among the restless souls. Only stopping when I reached my locker I carefully moved my arrogant locker neighbor's door out of my way.

      My locker neighbor is a totally dick with all his prep and jock friends always talking shit. Stuffing my school shit into my book bag while nodding to a song that's stuck in my head. I don't even headphones to get surrounding  by a song. Which tends to get quizzical stares from on lookers. Pushing a deep breath past my lips I take my ear buds out of my pants pocket and connect them to my phone and stuff them in my ears. Going to my library I look through artist after artist I settle on "Broken Hearts Parade" by Good Charlotte. Bobbing my head to the beat as I make my way outside to wait for my bus.