A Year Without Snow

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Friday, 2nd December 2016 - 1st part

Friday. The last day of work for most people, and considered the best day of the week.

This day of the week always occupied a place of adoration and veneration in my heart. Since I arrived at Oak Hollow, my Fridays consisted of a predefined route between the grocery store and Bryson's house. We would spend all our week's money on snacks and carry it to his house where we would spend all night watching movies.

However, as the years went by our sacred Fridays' ritual was replaced by highschool's parties.

But these days, I would come home from school, go up to my room, sit on my bed, turn on the computer and then watch TV shows until my eyelids decide that they couldn't take it anymore and my TGIF would come to an end.

But today, the second day of December and accordingly the first Friday of the month, I would leave Gilmore Girls and Breaking Bad behind and attempt my first party since 22nd July, that can be resumed as the day my life went to shit, ironically, a Friday.

Right then I was seated at our usual table at the cafeteria, the big clock that stood on the high blue brick wall marked eleven o'clock, the first break between classes of the day. A book sat on the table in front me as I absently passed my eyes through the pages, the words I read not delivering any meaning in my brain, due to the seven-hundred loud teenager that were placed all around me in this division. It was raining outside which meant that the whole school was jammed in the cafeteria.

Grace was seated next to me a textbook in front of her as she studied. She had a marker in her hand and was highlighting 'the important parts', so obviously, there wasn't a single word that wasn't painted with ink. Behind me, Dallas was leaning against the wall desperately flirting with a girl that wore a bored expression. And in front of me, Scarlett and Carson were just as desperately making out.

After a few seconds, Dallas came back to our table with an annoyed expression on his face, "She came to talk to me just to ask for Bryson's number." He explained as the girl was passing our table, she slew down her pace, looked directly at me, then rolled her eyes and gave me a disgusted look.

"Woah, very discrete, you bitch," Scarlett remarked, as the girl walked away, ignoring her.

"If girls treat each other like this, how do they want men to treat us," Grace added looking up from her book and looking at the girl as she walked away.

"Whatever, I don't care." I simply said, looking again down at my book. This had been happening a lot in the last four months, people giving me disgusted looks or whispering to each other as I passed, sometimes not even bothering to lower their voices and not caring if I heard them or not.

"How could Bryson put up with her for so long and not see what she was like, she had him well fooled."

"How come they had a thing? He is so hot and she's just so vanilla."

The two main causes that led to us being such matter of gossiping were: one, me and Bryson were always well known at school because we hang out with three of the biggest party animals in our town, Scarlett, Dallas, and Carson. And, second, because in the last four months Bryson had made a new reputation that only a high school player could create, and everyone wanted to know why.

"For fuck's sake Day, stop pretending that this shit doesn't bother you," Scarlett demanded while getting out of Carson's embrace.

"Well it doesn't, they can talk and look all they want, my conscience is clear," I responded while closing my book, deciding that I was not going to get any reading done. I glanced at my friends and all of them gave me pitying looks, except for Carson who only coughed into his hand, clearly a gesture that symbolized disbelief.