Don't Forget About Me

05

My entire body felt like jello and I was ready to melt into nothing in the next five seconds. Timothy Parker just gave me his number. This was the biggest moment in my entire life. I walk through the halls and hear snickers as I head to my locker. If this was a musical I would one -hundred percent be the one doing a solo and dance about how happy I am. Maybe I should make a musical about myself. No, I'm not that interesting I guess. I open my locker and get my English book and head to my first class of the day. Also the worst class of the day.

I put on my hood and walk by the people who are obviously getting high or buzzed or whatever you call it, and the girls gossiping about anything at all. The boys who decide to tackle each other in the middle of the hallway which is so nice when you have less than three minutes to get your class. My school reminds me of how the real world would be if hormonal teenagers took over. Actual chaos.

I shrug by, whispering my apologies for getting in peoples way, and make my way to English and sit down in the back of the class as I have been assigned. All the desks next to me, completely empty, with all my fake friends who I tell my entire life story since no one else in the entire class will listen. I hate being the unoriginal awkward teen, because my life just sounds likes a never ending snooze fest. 

"Dalia? Dalia?" I heard from an unrecognizable voice and looked behind me to see who called me. I looked back in front of me and a girl with her hair pulled back into a slick bun and with thin glasses that could represent any older woman. If it wasn't for her fashionable dress of many colors and young skin I would swear it was a woman.  "Uh, hi. I'm new. My name's Clara. Clara Barton. I was told to find a seat back here." She says pointing back to Mr. G, the English teacher. 

"Like the nurse?" I ask raising my eyebrows.

"Excuse me?" She asks as she takes a seat right next to me. 

"You know, Red Cross. Nurse? Ring any bells," I say.

"Oh yeah, my mom is a nurse and wanted me to have a quote on quote 'inspirational name'. I quite like it though." She smiles and takes out her books and binder for the class.

"Yes, well, it is nice. I'm Dalia. Dalia Anderson by the way." She smiled and sat straight up in her chair. I tried to continue to talk to her but she shushed me having her full focus on Mr. G and our lesson on how to write the proper essay. She made me feel off and queasy but I couldn't let her ruin my day. 

I take out my phone and the paper which Timothy wrote his number. I quickly texted him making sure I wouldn't get caught. I saw the dots come to life and internally screamed on the inside. 

"Meet me outside by the second buildings exit before next class and we can talk more about us," the text said after the agonizing seconds. My heart left my chest as soon as that text sent. I had to go. Who cares if I skip Biology, I'll just gets the notes from someone later. Who knows this could be the best decision I have made in a very long while. Screw it, I know  that this is the best decision I have ever made. Just a few more minutes.

Twenty minutes left.

15.

10.

5.

"Mr. G, Dalia has her phone out."

Oh screw you Clara.

Woah, it has been what like two months since I have written. Don't worry Peter and Levi will make an appearance soon. (also so much foreshadowing happened you don't even know). I know no one (AT THE MOMENT) reads this but I write this for me because this is a bomb ass story you just don't know yet. AHHAHAA. sorry it's one in the morning. I might just post this tomorrow who knows

Update: I can't believe I wrote this but I am keeping this in but it's tomorrow and I'm posting.

Peace out, girl scouts