Take My Picture

Chapter six

Brinley had been in line for this concert since about 3 pm. Which I don't totally understand why, but she says she's close to the front and she'd probably get on the barrier, which was a surprise for her. She's been telling me all afternoon that I can come whenever and go and join her in the line. To be honest I feel like a total bitch doing it but oh well. I'm actually pretty excited for the concert, and to attempt to get some decent photos. Even after that all-nighter I pulled on the Tuesday night, my mood didn't really drop, I mean after I slept through one of my afternoon classes I was completely fine. And today was no different from the rest this week, I couldn't sit still.

Being at home it was made a little easier to deal with. I started with some improv sort of contemporary style dancing, but when that proved too difficult because of the limited space, I switched to ballet, then to pointe. I didn't want to forget it all even though I can't dance in classes. I only stopped when all my toes were bleeding and it hurt a bit too much to get on pointe.

Checking the time, I was disappointed to know that it's only 4:30 pm, I still have 2 and a half hours to kill before I have to leave for the show. So I go and clean my feet, putting band-aids on some of my toes, and head over to Aggie's room. Things have been a bit weird with Aggie this week. I'm still convinced she's scared of me because of the video but I still keep going to her trying to hang out with her. I guess I'm not ready to accept that our friendship has changed, so I'm acting like it hasn't.

"Hey Aggie, entertain me for a few hours?" I ask happily dropping down on her bed in front of her like I always do. I could see it before she even said anything. Her face dropped, she looked sorry, she looked confused, there was just so much that flashed across her face in a short amount of time. She looked kind of worried when she managed to gather herself a bit more. Why is she worried?

"Harriet, did you go see the school counsellor like we talked about?" What is she talking about, why would I do see the counsellor? And when the hell did we talk about that? "You don't remember that conversation do you?" Aggie continued when I didn't say anything. My face must be an open book with my thoughts right now. She pushed away her school books looking a bit confused and worried. I just shake my head. "Harriet, we had this conversation on Tuesday. It was actually more like a screaming match. I suggested that you were joining the track team for the wrong reason? We argued about what the wrong reasons are?" Aggie sort of questioned, sort of informed. Like she was trying to jog my memory but I can't remember it, so I just shake my head.

"I remember you saying that I'd be joining the team for the wrong reasons but none of the other stuff," I tell her.

"I thought you were using it as a way to ignore everything in your life, that you're not dealing with anything. And I said you should talk to the counsellor about your mood swings, they're all over the place at the moment." I don't know why that rubbed me the wrong way but it sure did.

"Oh so now I'm ignoring my problems and I'm a mental case who can't be happy without a billion questions and being accused of crazy mood swings!" I yelled at Aggie.

"That's not what I was saying," I cut her off before she could continue.

"So is that why you've been ignoring me and dismissing me all week then? Cause I'm just a psycho bitch with crazy mood swings, and a tendency to light people on fire when she's mad at them." Again with the yelling things I don't believe. It's like I physically can't stop myself from saying this stuff. I know Aggie doesn't think that, but I really do want to know why she's been avoiding me.

"Harriet, I haven't been dismissing you or ignoring you. We hung out yesterday, and we even did our homework together on Thursday night. Do you not remember any of this? What's gotten into you, are you sure you're okay?" Well, that's a stupid question. I'm fine.