A Series of Hankering Events (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1

Waking up is a part of life but it shouldn't be such a labor, right? But when you have to wake up early for five days a week only to be dragged to something as monotonous as school we all suddenly feel that chill of a cold biting at the edges of our health. We get a cough or the aches are so overwhelming we can't even lift a finger. I sure felt like that today but mother wouldn't have it. She would never fall for it nor play along for the sake of my sanity. You go to school to learn they say, but they never explain the side effects of that prison that holds within its walls: desks, books and those monsters we all know as teachers. School damages you. The social environment chews you up and spits you out when you are remotely different. It eats at your brain until you have nothing left and you end up afraid and alone, sitting behind a desk all your life because you can barely handle saying hello to a stranger. Like my aunt Helen. So it's safe to say that school has never been my favorite part of the day but like any normal teenager I had a friend that would make the days less dull. I've always wanted to be home schooled. I could sleep in late and take classes whenever I wanted too. It was a perk I specifically would have loved. You see, my mother is a teacher, but no matter how many times I'd ask her, she just wouldn't spare me the horrors of going to school by teaching me herself. And now, in the simplest of terms I say to you... School sucks. That is, until I met him. The end of the day became my new favorite part of the day. The end, when we all hurried out of our seats and packed into the school buses. 

August 2010, 10th Grade

A note to the reader. My best friend and I did not take the same classes seeing as she was not in the same group block as me. 

"Oh please. You wouldn't." A class mate of mine said. 

"Are you sure? Give it to me." I held out my hand towards her and she placed over it a pair of scissors. I gripped them, sticking my fingers through the plastic hoops. The metal of the twin blades that made up the scissors glistened before snipping sounds could be heard. Brown hair fell into the trash can before me and and I straightened up, I had chunky bangs over my forehead, bangs I had cut too short and looked awkward and uneven. A contrast with the rest of my evenly grown, shoulder length hair. 

"Oh my God. She did it." My classmate spoke to the guys behind her before turning to me. "You're crazy." 

That was about it when it came to my conversations in the classroom. I didn't have any close friends in my class. Mainly because I tried to avoid all of them. Did I mention I don't particularly like people? I only like a handful of carefully picked out people. My best friend obviously among them. Family doesn't count though, since we are biologically related.

The bell was minutes away from ringing and I was more than eager to get out of this hell-born class that is known worldwide as math class. Numbers terrify me. I have nightmares about them which is why I'm failing math class so terribly. I sat down for the remainder of class and packed up my notebook and pencil. My phone was rested on my lap, hidden away from the teacher's line of view. He was semi cool despite the fact that he was a math teacher and he'd let us "chill" near the end of class but if he sees but one cell phone we'd lose it for God know how long. So as soon as the bell rang I let the lot of students run out only dash out myself. I never liked squeezing and pushing through people to get to the bus. I was too claustrophobic for such daring acts. I wasn't all that athletic either so I fell fairly behind everyone, making me the last in the bus. I climbed in and I took my seat at the very end of the bus which I loved because it was the one part of the bus that bounced the most. I enjoyed the movement and it helped me with my constant daydream, something that is mostly driven, admittedly, by music. I always walked around with my iPod, or Zune, Or iPod nano. I was a music freak to say the least and I couldn't go anywhere at all without my wonderful music. 

Except, that day, I didn't sit in the back like usual. I tested my luck and sat in the second rows of seats to the right. I planted myself as close to the window as I could manage and propped my feet across the rest of the seat. I had this rebel, bad girl thing I thought I had going on when I probably looked like a girl that was trying too hard. I wore everything black I could find in my accessory box without caring if it matched one with the other. I had few friends, like I said before, but I had some nonetheless. One had just come into the bus actually. He managed to be more tardy than me and get the stink eye from Ms. Rosa which made me somewhat annoyed what with me wanting to be the rebel so my inner feelings, the ones I kept from everyone, were acceptable, right? Anyway his name was Mark and behind him was yet another boy and that just got my blood boiling. They sat in front of me and I smacked Mark on his shoulder. He turned to me and I smiled though didn't apologize. 

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be back there?" He gestured to the back as his friend, I assumed, turned to look at me and added. "Let her be. She thinks she is a rebel." His comment made want to claw his eyes out but I kept my cool and to my very best I acted charming and interested in their conversation in which they tried to include me and like the sneaky bastard I was I changed the conversation to music. We were getting somewhere now. The mystery dude had good taste and I fell in love with it. 

"Screamo?" I asked him. "You are killing my vibe." I loved the heavy stuff but screamo was just not my style but I guess no one can be perfect. We talked the whole way and after the both of them were dropped off in the same stop I slumped back and disregarded our conversation since I would never speak to this boy ever again. Why? Well for starters he was just too weird and that is saying something coming from the girl most of the school population didn't like, and also, and I swear this is a good point no matter how ridiculous it sounds, I sit at the back of the bus and they a the front. 

I was dropped off a stop after theirs and like every day I sat outside of this restaurant famous for its use of plantain and waited for my mother. I was still listening to music when mom came by and picked me up. I was a bit moody, but then again I was always moody and despite it I put on my brightest smile for the lovely woman beside me. 

"So how was your day?"

"The same. Math was terrible." And overall that was pretty much it. I trusted my mother with my life but didn't mean I liked talking about social problems with her so I left out the constant bullying I had to endure and the fact that I might have met my musical soul mate. Not that it mattered really. He was more of a ghost passing by, hunting me for a few minutes, telling he was what I wanted and I couldn't have it. I didn't even know his name for Christ sake! We got home and ate dinner and after I kissed both my mom and step dad I showering and entered my huge room. It was too big for me and why is that? Because I tend to make a mess. Clothes and school stuff was everywhere. My art stuff was scattered along with a few movies here and there. My video games though? I kept them well organized. I had no idea why but I gave them just a little more value. Most kids my age do the same with books but I didn't know of the glory of books just yet. That is a tale for just a little later in this story. The night was as it always was. I talked the night away with my best friend whom I also considered my amazing, fake, lesbian lover. We used each other mutually that way. We liked scaring boys away, specially when they were not all that appealing to the eye. I heard my mom yell at me from her room, it had a closed door, to turn off the lights. Reason why I could hear her so perfectly? I had a curtain for a door. I used to have a wooden one but it caught termites so we had to get rid of it. Hurrah! Yay for the doorless girl. Things could be worse and the day I said that was the day I would come to regret the most.