Not Just a Pretty Face

❁25-Are you comfortable?❁

Sometimes life throws curve balls at you, and you're not ready for them. Like the time when I was little and my mom was offered a job to work at the Clinic. She had been a stay-at-home mom, and taking care of me was her job. I used to be her main focus; it was all about me. And as selfish as it sounds, she was happy it was like that. I'm an only child, and my dad died before I was even born so of course she was extra cautious when it came to me. But when she got her job, I wasn't her main focus anymore. Her life didn't revolve around me. And looking back at it, I'm happy she took the job. But little ten year old me was not so happy. I was selfish; demanding her attention 24/7. I wasn't used to not having her with me so much. Work became her main focus. But that was the year I became more independent.

I didn't rely on people as much.

So looking back at the time, that curve ball had a good outcome. But who's to say that the future curve balls will have the same positive outcome?

When I found out my mom lied to me, I was hurt. The curve ball had pegged me, right where my heart is. She's refusing to answer my questions about who my dad is. Where he died, what he did. But I realized I was stressing myself out even more. So I chose to forget it; I pushed that idea to the back my head and just tried to reaccept the idea that my dad was actually a Captain and died in battle. Not to mention my nightmares.

They've been better. No more crying, yet I still scream. No more dying in the end. Although, when I'm at school, I always feel like dying.

"Did you study for the Econ final?" I asked Zander as we drove to school. Ever since he picked me up that one day it had become an everyday thing for me. I wait out on the curb and he pulls up to drive us.

"Yeah, I was up till two AM last night," he grunted.

I whistled. "Why so late?"

"Well if I didn't have to run an extra two miles yesterday I would have started my homework earlier," he said, giving me a pointed look.

"Hey! You walked the last corner on the mile!" I said in defense. "You, sir, just need to run the last bit of the mile."

"Teagan, I was practically a zombie yesterday. I didn't get any sleep because my little brother was keeping me up the night before."

His baby brother Jonathan was a blessing. He was the cutest kid, and he causes mayhem at the Norths' house but I always felt that everybody needs a little spice in their home. It in this case, a farting/burping child who likes to cry and puke on his free time.

"Yeah well maybe your brother just wants your attention!" I pointed out as we drove up to the front of the school. I took the time to really look at the school. It was a dark red building, with the huge dark wood doors welcoming you at any time. It had a nice, freshly cut lawn with a walk way cutting between leading to the door. Trees surrounded the place, giving it a nice aura before walking into the school. The sun was just starting to shine as students piled into the doors. It was too bright for my eyes, and I had to look away, but not before I saw a girl I didn't recognize.

I'm a senior at this campus, and I'm well known at my school. I know almost every student personally, and if I don't know them I've definitely heard of them. But this girl was looking down at the map in her hands as she studied it confusedly. With dark olive skin and light brunette hair, she looked up at the doors before walking in. She was a new student.

"-and that's why I don't pay attention to him so much." Zander finished his speech and parked the car.

Sparing no moment, I grabbed my stuff and jumped out of the car.

"Teagan-"

"Bye!" I said cheerfully as I raced after the new girl. I'm a friendly person, and I like to help people out when they are in need. And judging from how she was looking at the map like a foreign object I'm guessing she needs help. And that's exactly what I plan on doing. Opening the doors, I walked quickly to try to catch up to her. I figured since she's new, I would try the office first to find her. Running down the hallways now, people occasionally said hi to me and I replied with a rushed hello. I don't know why I feel like I need to find this girl. My brain is telling me to stop, but my body is telling me to go.