Remember Me

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I usually take pride in my nail health. I keep my nails manicured, which, for me, is a sign of being content and doing well mentally. The second I get anxious or stressed, my nails go downhill from there. It's an anxious habit to pick at my fingers. One look at my nails is a quick answer to how I'm doing.

As of right now, I have bandaids on four fingers.

Run me over. Please, run me over. I silently prayed that right now, walking in front of my new school, that a car would so kindly end all of my worries, my anxiety, and answer my pleads.

I had woken up late. On my first day of school here.

Oh, it gets better. I looked at my white sheets and assumed I had murdered a cat in my sleep. But no, just the lovely lady time of the month.

As I successfully made it across the street and into the yard in front of the school, I sighed. I guess I'll have to live through this day, after all.

I use this time to slow my steps down, looking at the large school in front of my eyes. It didn't look too bad. A lot bigger than I was used to.

My phone vibrates in my back pocket and I take it out in front of my face.

mel>> Did you make it okay? Answer A.S.A.P.

I slightly laugh under my breath at the way she types. Something about it seemed like how a parent would talk. I replied back and said yes, I had made it okay.

I shut it off and put it back in my pocket, walking through the lonely double doors. Nobody else was around; I was at least thirty minutes late.

The first thing I did when I entered the building was exhale in relief from the freezing cold weather. Where I lived before was cold, but not this cold. I felt my nose getting pink just from walking for a few minutes.

Thank god the office was right in front of the door, because otherwise I would look like a complete and utter idiot.

If not for the huge 'OFFICE' sign in front of the door, I would've had the same fate.

I guess it's my lucky day.

I went right into the door, walking up to the front desk and smiling slightly. "Hi, I'm here to pick up my schedule?"

Slowly, very, very slowly, this woman looks up at me, only moving her eyes through her pink glasses. It reminded me of the slug in Monsters Inc.

I almost laughed.

"You're late," she states.

Really? I hadn't noticed!

I tried not to narrow my eyes into slits and said, "Yeah. Sorry."

She barely grunts in a response, turning around in her wheely chair and grabbing a paper from behind her. She hands it to me, then, as if dismissing me, looks back to her computer.

I held the piece of paper, not really knowing what to do next.

Suddenly, the door behind me opens, and in curiosity, I turn around to see.

Standing before me is the most perfectly sculpted boy I've ever seen in my life, striding into the office in a black hoodie and gray sweatpants. His jawline looked like it could cut through atoms, and his eyes were so bright — a green color —, yet so, so dark. His dark hair looked almost fluffy.

He walked past me without even a flinch in my direction.

So, I walked out of the office and looked at the map on the back of my schedule, trying to navigate where the hell I'm supposed to go.