Nothing But A Memory

Chapter 2- A d a p t

I only tossed and turned, crying every hour or so. I couldn't bring myself to do any homework. I dragged my numb body away from the hot sweaty sheets and struggled to put my sticky hot skin into my uniform. I grabbed a banana and black American coffee, it took me a whole 40 minutes to eat.

"Oye, voy aver si puedo coher otro trabajo pero si no tu va necitar a coher uno tambien, para los biles." My dad informs me and I nod already knowing the hell that is to follow.

translation -> (hey, I'm gonna see if I can get another job but if not you're gonna have to find one, to pay bills.)

I decide to drive myself to school, so I don't have to deal with anybody from bus or have to wait to get home any longer than I have to. I reverse park in the visitor parking, that is known throughout school as "first come, first serve" free student parking and maybe the occasional visitor but it's more for students.

I only packed a water bottle, paper, pen and obviously my headphones. As I walked into school I put in my headphones and kept my head down as I blasted my r&b. School starts at 7:20 am and I got to school at 7:10 am so I walked straight to class.

It felt as if every kid was bumping into me, or I was bumping into them either way it gave me a bigger headache than I already have. American coffee is something I only drink when absolutely necessary because although it keeps me awake throughout school, it gives me the biggest headache and makes my hands shake more than usual.

I sat down at my assigned seat in Chemistry, not my favorite kind of science but definitely necessary for Astronomy, which I do love. I fell in love with Astronomy in 8th grade when I was put in physical science and we went over Astronomy. To this day, I don't know if it was how my teacher taught it or the subject itself but I was drawn to it like a magnet. Since then, I've read countless articles and watched numerous YouTube videos on it. I don't want to become an Astronomer but I definitely want to study it. It's a confusing concept for any American who feels any time and money spent on a degree should be used to earn a higher salary at that kind of job. I don't plan to stay in America after graduation, I'd like to move to Europe more specifically Switzerland.

My family and friends are already annoyed of me constantly bringing it up in conversation but it's the only thing that makes sense to me in a world of confusion.

"Okay guys, I put some examples on Edmodo for you to copy in your notebook. Remember I'm collecting notebooks next class so make sure you have everything!" My teacher projects to the class who couldn't care less.

I never really complained when we were told to copy anything in school. I've always liked writing, it helps me zone out since it doesn't require any thinking. Sometimes after awhile it does hurt my neck though.

I copied down all the notes in an hour and had about 20 minutes to spare so I scrolled through my explore page on Instagram the remainder of class. Any interesting post I sent to Gaby, it's become our thing.

As I'm walking to my 3rd period, Photography, I see David in the hallway and try my best to remain unseen. It's not that I don't want to talk to him, I'd just rather not after everything I found out. It'd be overwhelming.

I find myself walking into the bathroom and inside the first open stall I see. My heart is beating quickly, my mind racing but for what?

Mom is gone. She won't be there when I get home. She won't be able to go to my graduation. She won't be around to yell at me to pick up my dirty clothes or remind me how to drive every time I go to Crossfit. She won't be around to cook dinner or prepare dad's lunch. She won't be around to play around with Missy, our tuxedo cat, and I won't be able to tell her how the cat loves me more than her. I won't be able to hear any more life lessons or learn how to pick out meat in a grocery store. There won't be anyone to frantically clean the house, and then again just because she's bored and says she enjoys it.