"Slow". That was a word I heard a lot through out middle school. Meaning that I just didn't get it. That I'm just flat out stupid. That's how I felt for the longest time, especially now that high school has rolled around. And sophomore year isn't any easier. There's always those people who will try to tell you otherwise, that you're smart and will do great things, but more some people it never really hits does it? Until you meet that certain someone who can say anything and it will mean the world to you. Doesn't have to be a loved one or a friend, just someone. Anyone, in this big blue rock we live on.
The alarm goes off and wakes me up. I get out of bed and start to put my clothes on. I walk out to the bathroom to wash my face, as I see my dad sitting on the couch watching tv. "Morning dad" . "Sup" he said taking a bite out of a banana. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, skipping breakfast and walking out the door. I get to school and see all the familiar passing by, not saying a single word to me. My friends and I always meet up in Ms. Anderle's room. She's pretty nice, the kind of person who'd lend you $100 just to pay your rent. A real friend. I walk into her classroom, and there I see my friends, and the love of my life standing right by her friend, braiding her hair. She does that often, but I don't mind. I walk to her and put my backpack down, as I give her a kiss on the cheek.
"Good morning beautiful" I said. "Good morning" said Evelyn as she finished braiding. She sat next to me. "Ready for basketball today?" She asks as she sits on my lap. I begin to smile "I guess we'll see after history class won't we?". The bell rings. I hate the bell, it keeps me away from something that never fails to make me smile. I take her hand and walk her to class, as Nyah and Ej tease me with Dwayne the Rock Johnson. I kiss her cheek and tickle her stomach and watch her walk away. After a long day of stupid jokes and dreadful math and chemistry, it's finally time for history class. I meet her with a derpy smirk "Heeyyy beautiful. Are you ready for the game?". "No, but I'll go anyways" she said. The class ends and we go to basketball. I hated basket ball. Everyone was a complete jock, then there was me. The nerdy kid who just so happens to have some muscle. That's pretty much what defines me. Could be worse I guess. The game ends, and Evelyn doesn't seem right as I walk her to the bus. When I get home I am spammed with sad texts from her. And when she's sad, then I'm sad. Boyfriend effect I guess.
"I'm here for you baby, I always am. What's going on?"
