A Thing Called Life

A Thing Called Recovery Pt.2

I woke up the next day with an excitement to go to school. I don't know why but I like it. So I'm walking with Chad, Lilah and DeAndre to school. Then I hear someone's voice behind us. "Hey Robby!" the voice says. I look behind me and it's Kyle. "What do you want." I said, rolling my eyes. "No need to pissy. I just want to tell you that I'm sorry and....no hard feelings." he said with a smile on his face. He stuck out his hand and got serious. I wanted to say "hell no" but I thought about it. After DeAndre would go away, I'd be by myself.

Well of course I have other friends, but not other friends who knew me like DeAndre does. So I shook his hand and smiled. He smiled back. "Boy...I've been trying to say that for a long time." he said, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Well I'm glad." I said. I noticed that DeAndre and Lilah were looking at me like I'm stupid, crazy and OUT OF MY DAMN MIND. But I don't care, I know I did the right thing. So now DeAndre and Kyle have made up and so has Lilah and Kyle. I can honestly say I thought I'd never see the day.

Bring bring! "Well I have geometry everybody. Bye." Lilah said walking away with her best friend Madison. "Well aren't we gonna go to Mrs. Jackenjill's class." DeAndre said. We walked to Mrs. Jackenjill's class. Me, DeAndre and Kyle. Can you believe it? Kyle, the douchebag from first grade, is our friend now. So we take our seats and Mrs. Jackenjill starts taking attendence. Eva Asher, Corey Allen, Zara Brookes, Yolanda Borent......Tyler Perry, Tyra Quanerez. Tyra Quanerez.

"She's dead." I said, putting my head in my desk. "Excuse me?" Mrs. Jackenjill said, putting her hand on her heart. "She's dead. You're like the only person in the world who doesn't know that. I mean it was even on the news. What do you even do all day in your lonely life when your husband's out somewhere cheating on you with some chick that's way prettier than you. You know what more beautiful than you. You need to sit down and give us a break and I hope you die a painful death and rot!" a mysterious voice said.

Everybody looks around while Mrs. Jackenjill begans to cry. She runs out the classroom and slams the door behind her. "Okay. Best day ever. Whoever just said that show yourself." I said, clapping my hands. "It was me!" A girl said rising. Boy she is ugly. Well at least she seems ugly. The things she just said. But not only that, her hair is covering her face, she's wearing distressed jeans with a gray shirt and a plad jacket. She was also wearing a red beaney with yellow converse.

"Who are you?" DeAndre asked. "I'm Chelsi. Chelsi Walker." she said, pulling her beaney off. Showing her long blonde hair. Damn. She's gorgeous. But I'm still in love with Tyra and no extremely gorgeous clever girl in going to get in my way. So the bell rings and Melanie, of course, is sitting alone. So I sit down across from her. Just to get to know her. Not to flirt. "Hey Chelsi." I said, putting my fork in my mashed potatoes. "Hi. How do you know my name?" she said putting her fork into her beefaroni.

"I was in the room when you completing exploded on Mrs. Jackenjill. By the way, my name is Robby." I said sticking my hand out. "Oh wel I'm Ch-" "Chelsi. I know. Remember I was there." I said putting her hand in mines. "Oh." she said pulling her hand away from mine. "I just got out of a relationship. I'm not looking for a boyfriend right just now." she said putting my hand back on my other hand. "Oh don't worry about that. My girlfriend killed herself. Her name was Tyra." I said looking away from her.

"I-I-I'm so sorry." she said putting her hand back on my hand. "It's okay. I'm going through this thing called recovery."