Theres no such thing as perfect

Chapter 6

I walked in with my head down looking at the floor. I could feel people staring at me and I was right when I looked up I saw people looking at me and whispering to each other. I wonder if they knew about Kayla. I wonder if they knew I didn't remeber them.

I walked around the halls looking for my locker number, when I got there and opened it., i found all kinds of notes and cards, I got the books I needed for my classes and closed it.

I Had ten minutes till first class so I went looking for Kayla's locker. There were flowers and cards and old notes. I layed one among them although I thought Kayla would hate that kind of thing.

I looked up and saw saw shay standing there smirking. I rolled my eyes and tried to walk away but when I turned around he grabbed my wrist and I turned my head to look at him. "What do you want," I ask Frustrated. The truth is, I hated shay, more so then ever. I don't know why but a fimilar rage rumbled underneath my skin, I felt like I was supposed to hate this guy.

"What's wrong", he asked suddenly concerned. I looked at him, god he was an asshole.

Before I knew it, he was on the ground, and I ran away crying, while that guy hurt him. He deserved it.

I walked around the corner to my locker and fumbled with the lock, while tears spilled down my face. It was these moment were I missed her the most. I missed her perky voice, her cheerful tactics, I missed her.

I sat there like a dummy for 10 minutes waiting for her to come and cheer me up. But she didn't. It was then that I mustered up the strength to call my mom.

Hello? She awsered. "Mom, can you come get me", I asked. "I'm on my way".she replied. I was just about to hang up when,I heard her voice get very sad. "Hunny, she said shakily, stay strong I love you. It was those words that twisted the most. Why is she suddenly so sad?

After we hung up, I was shaken. I looked up to see a guy standing there. "Hey, do you mind," he asked pointing to a spot on the floor next to me. "No, no problem", I reply.

We sat there for a long while, before he tried to make conversation."look I'm really sorry for my brother back there, sometimes he just needs to be knocked around a bit", then suddenly it hit me." That's your brother, I reply clearly shocked. " yea were nothing alike, I hate him, and he hates me, it's a fair trade."

I don't know why it was important, but it defiantly came as a shock. We sat there making conversation for awhile. He had me laughing so hard I was almost crying. Never did I know such an outcast could be so sweet and funny.

About an half hour later, my mom showed up. I knew she wasn't happy she had to leave her job, I knew she cared about me. So Me and the guy said our goodbyes, and I walked hesitantly to me moms car. She looked sadder then ever. I knew she wanted to talk, so I just sat there waiting for it to begin.