How Band Saved My Life

The Letter ~ Chapter 1

     "Madison is Christian awake?" Mr. Harrison asked. "How should I know?" She retorted. "I don't pay attention to her." "Well could you kindly check?" Mr. Harrison said, an edge to his voice. 

     I hear all of this faintly, as if I'm at the opposite end of a tunnel. Ugh, I thought, I must have fallen asleep. I really didn't feel like getting up though. Mom kept me up all night, because apparently if you go to sleep after you slip and bust your head, you may fall into  a comma.

     "Hey loser wake up!" Someone roughly shakes my shoulder, and I pick up my head slowly. "Nice for you to join us," Mr. Harrison told me," now as I was saying-" I tuned out after he was done addressing me.

     At the end of class as I was making sure I had everything before I went to lunch, Mr. Harrison approached me. "Christian, Mr. Ward asked me to give this to you." He handed me an envelope. It's always a good sign when the principal sends you homes with things.

     "When did he come in here?" I said staring at the envelope in my hands. "Right before class started." Okay so it must have been urgent if he sent it to fourth period. "And ummmm do you, like, want me to open it here ,or give it to mom, or what?"

     "I believe it is meant for you, but you should possibly wait until you go home, just to be safe," he now picked up, and handed me, my book from under my chair, which I would have missed. "Run along now," he said," you mustn't make anyone worry."

     As I was putting my school bag, and books up for lunch, I couldn't help but think about how mysterious and abnormal this letter looked. It was made out of thick parchment paper, and was a yellowish sort of color. It'll be fine I thought to myself. A little letter with a awkward envelope couldn't hurt anything. Right?

     "Nothing bad is going to happen," I said aloud. My voice was steady and confident and I couldn't help feeling better already. "That's the spirit," a familiar voice said behind me,"but why exactly do you need to tell yourself that?"

     I turned and saw Daniel, with his windswept brown hair, his bright green eyes. I blinked and looked away. I can not think about him this way.

     "Hey you okay?" his voice full of apprehension. "Yeah, I was just... uhhh nevermind."

     "Okay... so um why were you talking to yourself?" His goofy grin spread across his face, because he thinks it's hilarious when people talk to themselves.

     "This letter Harrison gave me," I said, the wave of worry hitting me again. "Do you really think it's a good thing to get a letter delivered directly from the principal, when it looks like this? I mean Daniel it has to be important if he sent it to fourth period. He could have waited and called me up to his office at lunch."

     "Okay calm down Christian, it's going to be fine. Nothing bad will come from that letter, he probably just didn't want forget to give it to you." He put his hand on my shoulder to try and calm me. I was staring at his hand, letting his touch calm me, and felt warm tears roll down my cheeks.

     "You're right, I'm just getting myself all worked up." I really wished I could hold the tears in, but there were only a few, and they let out my grief.

     "Hey, its okay," he said wiping my tears with his other hand. "Nobody can be perfect all the time. It's not a movie." I grinned. "Always talking about  movies." I shook my head ,"how embarrassing."

     Okay so that wasn't the best response, since I just quoted movie and all, but still, it was a good quote.

     "Ohhhh smart mouthing me are you? I love a girl who talks back," his look was challenging.  My heart just about fluttered out of my chest.

     This was great. Except for the fact that, ummm he was joking. He didn't like me. There was no way. Two best friends just don't fall in love. That's just impossible.

    I shook my head. "Yeah well if you're looking for one, you're looking in all the wrong places." My tone was just barely sarcastic, so he would notice, but could choose to ignore.

 

   "Looking for what?" I heard someone ask. Oh crap, I thought, this is gonna be fun.

End of chapter note:

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Love,

       Delta