Perspective

After School Special

I walked out of the girls bathroom, tears still staining my cheeks and I wiped them off with my sleeve as I entered the hallway. I glanced down at my shoes and began to pick up my pace as I wanted to walk alone, and I knew any moment the sea of miserable high school students would flood the hall when the bell rang. 

I had just tore my eyes from the ground as I suddenly knocked into someone, who had turned the sharp corner from a classroom. When I glanced up, I saw Mr. Collins and his eyes grabbed mine as he looked down. 

"Charly," He greeted, toneless.

"Hi," I said with a sniffle as I forced a small smile.

"Do you want to get suspended again for doing drugs on school property?" Mr. Collins suddenly demanded, his eyes became stormy and angry. 

"W-what?" I said confused, backing away from him.

"Lost your memory, but still getting into the same habits aren't you Charly?" He said annoyed. "Jeez, Charly. I hate having to call parents, I really do."

"No!" I cried. "I haven't been at all! I swear! I mean, if I seemed off in class at all today I'm sorry."

"Oh, and why do you think that is? Because you weren't paying attention? Once again you were fooling around with Keith Carlisle in the back of class. Guess his charm works even on amnesia." He snapped. I guess my red eyes threw him off, people probably weren't used to the queen bee shedding a tear. 

"Okay, you know what?" I said, ready to explode. "I am not doing drugs, I was crying! I can't remember anything at all! And I have these friends who want to do terrible things and this guy told me I did bad things with him to get drugs and..." I had started to cry even though my voice was filled with anger.

"I never thought I would see you cry." He exclaimed, his tone softening. I rolled my eyes, more tears forcing themselves on me.

"Right. Because everyone knows me so much better than I know myself. I am not getting back into old habits, I didn't want to mess around with some guy I don't remember, I'm miserable and this whole thing sucks!" I screamed at him through my tears. My voice echoed off of the walls and his gaze softened.

"Hey, Miss Walker... I'm sorry."He said quickly.

"Leave me alone," I sobbed, pushing passed him to get to my next class.

"Charly, come on. Charly!" He called after me, but his voice was getting farther and farther away and soon enough, I couldn't hear him at all because the bell began to ring.

When I walked into my last class of the day, College Algebra, there were a few boys staring at me with smiles on their faces. I tried to ignore them, walking towards the front to grab a seat. I could still hear people whispering my name and I was growing tired of it. I threw my bag down next to my desk, and I turned to face the class.

"Yes, people. I am the girl who got in accident. I'm the one with amnesia who can't remember anyone, it's me! Have a good look!" I cried, waving my hand up and down in front of my face. Some people started laughing.

"Oh, I'm lookin'. You're not as hot as you usually are, Charly. Did you lose your sense of style too?" One boy asked from the back. His friends started laughing and other people did too. I sighed, looking down at the girl who was sitting behind me. She was reading As You Like It. The book from English. I realized it was the girl with the short blonde hair. Ella Silver. I sat down, everyone's attention still stuck on me.

"Alright, alright class. Sorry I'm late." A woman's voice cut in, walking into class. I sighed in relief, knowing she was more late than I was. She was a younger teacher too, probably around Mr. Collins' age. "Okay, I'm going to write some problems on the board and I'm going to call some people up to do them." Her eyes suddenly landed on me before she started on the chalk board. "Oh, hello Charly. How are you feeling?"