Kaylee's Diary

Chapter Two: School Mystery

Beep, beep, beep.

Uggh! I groan. I know that sound so well. I take my phone and swipe right to stop the noise. I then struggle to open my eyes to look at the time.

6:07 AM

I have to wake up early because my school is like 30 minutes away.. 25 on a good day. On the bus. I hate taking the bus because of the hatred looks I get from these other New Yorkers.

Tch. But whatever. I've been taking it since like the 6th grade anyway.

'Just deal with it Kaylee.'

After the same constant struggle to get myself out of bed, (every morning) I enter the bathroom and slash water on my face. I then do my bathroom business (brush my teeth, take a shower, and pee if I have to).

By the time I finish all of that, my phone tells me it's 6:42.

Oh god. Blah, blah, blah. You know the routine. By the time I leave my house ready to go to school, it's a little passed 7.

I like to get to school around 7:30 because that's when breakfast gets served. Yes, I'm one of those people to eat breakfast and lunch at school. Hell, I'm not going to starve myself. Psh.

Anyway, I leave my apartment building and start walking to the bus stop.

What I hate the most in the morning.. Happens. The bus comes and I'm not at the bus stop yet.

Grrrr! I HATE THAT! I don't even dare trying to run and go after it if I KNOW I am not going to catch it. No purpose in making myself look stupid AND not get what I what. That just doesn't make sense.

So, yeah, the bus leaves. Great.

Luckily, I have two bus options in the morning. Meaning if I can't catch the 12 bus (which is the one closest to my house and the one that just left) I can catch the 46 bus (which is much farther than the 12 but drops me off right in front of my school).

I huff and turn to go to the 46 bus stop. Which requires walking up a hill.. And it's really cold out here.

But I can't complain because I know, I just know, that somewhere else in the world, a person is going through a much, much tougher morning than me. I should just be grateful with what I have, correct?

Correct.

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I get on the already crowded bus and make my way though. Or try to. That's another thing I don't like about the 46 other than it's destination. Is that it is always mega packed. But remember, could be worse.

A girl that looks like she's about 17 gives me 'the look'. The look I hate. You know, the jealous one. Tsh. I look at her back for like 2 seconds then look away. I always do that. Just to, you know, keep the tension there. Whatever. I mean, I don't understand these stereotypes against Black and African females. For some reason, people just have to believe that they have short hair, or a weave, yada yada. And yes, I understand, my hair is not that way at all. I have really big and long puffy, curly hair. And it's beautiful. But why do these people ALWAYS have to stare? Hmm? Sigh.

But you know, my mornings going to school are always like this. And eventually, I do get more stares throughout the day from strangers (mostly female) but I just go on with my day and give them a slight grin to let them know I don't care what they think of me.

Anyway, when I get to school, I greet my friend, Julie. She's the only one here so far. Julie is an awesome person and one of my "school best friends". (My real best friends are the ones I been with since Kindergarden. I've only started coming to this school since 6th grade. Which is why that is also the time when I started riding the bus.)

"Hey Julie."

"Wassup, Kay?" She replied eating some kind of egg cheese sandwich but without the cheese. She hates cheese.

"How's the food?" I grin, teasing her.

She just gives me a disgusted look as to say 'you-know-how-the-school-food-is'.

I just laugh. "Sorry." I mutter and get up to get one of those egg and cheese sandwiches myself. I just won't take off the cheese.

I'm one of those super chill girls at school that knows everybody and tries to be friends with everybody. I'm not as popular as I think I am though. But I'm also not unpopular. You get me? I just don't have problems with anybody. There, that's better.

Anyway, as time went on, my class eventually went.. To class. And the day went on to be a normal day at school.

Nothing changed. Until later.

"Guys, I'm going upstairs to Ms. Green's class," my friend Kimberly said.

The rest of us waved goodbye as she took her lunch and went upstairs. Kimberly was really hipster and I really loved that about her. She was just so cool and.. Hip.

I looked to my right and realized I still had her notebook. I must've forgotten to give it to her.

"Ohh. I forgot to give Kim her book back."

"Oh. That's okay. Just wait until next period in class", Andrew reassured.

"Yeah. I guess you're right".

15 minutes later, lunchtime was over and it was time for.. Ah, Spanish class. (Yippie. Not really though. I suck at language classes and stuff.)

When in class, I looked for Kim. She wasn't around.

'Hmm, maybe she's still upstairs.'

"Mr. Isaac!" I raised my hand. He jumped a little from my sudden outburst. "Can I go to Ms. Green's class real quick?"

"Ah. Fine. But hurry back, Kaylee."

I got out of that class quickly. Just in case he wanted to say something else that I didn't want to hear.

I walked in Room 415.

"Hey Ms. Green", I announced. She was really nice. She was actually my favorite English teacher. Too bad she just divorced. But if I had never found out she got divorced, I would've never even suspected something like that happened to her. She was always so happy and sweet to everyone. Especially my class, her favorite.

"Why hello Kaylee", she smiled. That big, goofy smile she always carries. She was in the middle of a class, too.

"Umm. Do you know where Kimberly is?" I asked, surprised I hadn't seen her when I came in.

"Kimberly Jane?"

I nodded.

What happened next surprised you.

She chuckled. "Why I haven't seen her all day sweetheart."

Where did she go then?

I just put a smile on my face and said "Oh. Okay. Well thanks anyway", and walked out.

As I sat down in my seat in Mr. Isaac's class, Julie tapped my shoulder.

"She wasn't there?" She asked me.

I put a frown on my face and shook my head. Julie also returned the frown.

'Maybe she went home', I thought to myself. Yeah, that must be it.

But.. Why didn't she show up to Ms. Green's class?