As I'm Letting Go

Chapter 2

I step off my bus and into the doors of my high school.

It only takes a few moments before I am swarmed around by all my friends. On my left is Sarah, the baker. We like to call her the "sweet girl" or "sweetie"; but she is actually the polar opposite. On my right, is Kailynn, the artist. You know how artists express the emotions in their paintings, clothes, etc.? Well, while she does do that, she also expresses them in words, and never nice ones.

"Beth! Want a cinnamon roll? Made them myself!" Sarah asks enthusiastically while shoving a container in my face.

"I would love one, Sarah."

As I take a bite from one of the cinnamon rolls, Kailynn opens her mouth and says, "Beth do you know what that can do to your figure?!"

"Yes, Kailynn, I know."

"You're already pushing it, you shouldn't keep eating like this." Kailynn continues.

As we all reach my locker, Kailynn and the rest of the girls, except Sarah, move on to go hang out with all their guy friends.

"By the way, that cinnamon roll was delicious." I state to Sarah.

"I know it was delicious, I made it." Sarah responds snottily.

"Okay then."

"Oh and by the way...", Sarah begins, "You really are pushing it."

With that, Sarah walks away to join the rest of the group. Leaving me at my locker. Alone.

As I finish at my locker, I walk to the library to use the computer to finish any remaining homework.

I try to keep myself hidden from my "friends". Honestly, there's no reason to because it's not like they care about me. The only reason I became their friends was because I was the new girl that they thought would benefit them in some way. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case and once they knew that they were ready to toss me to the side. But once they knew that their reputation as "the populars who were actually nice" would be ruined by doing this; they changed their minds and kept me.

...

As I am changing into my gym clothes for first hour gym, I hear the gym teacher exclaim, "PACER TEST TODAY!!!!"

'Ughhhhhhh, why me....'

I really don't get what the point of the Pacer test is. You don't even get a grade on it.

...

As I exit the locker room and line up on the line, the teachers begin announcing names to make sure everyone's here.

"ANDREA BUSHANNI!"

"Here!"

"BROOKE DINGELLO!"

"Here!"

"BOB BAUDO!"

"Here!"

"BETH HEBEL!"

"Here!"

"DYLAN GUCKENBERGER!"

"Here!"

'Dylan Guckenberger.......the popular jock.......the ex of Kailynn.'

It's not that I didn't find him attractive, it's just that I would never...ever...try to get a guy that's the ex of the most popular (a.k.a most powerful) girl in school. He's not worth it; especially since he is a popular jock. Those two words are never a good combo.

'Stop thinking about him Beth....stop thinking about him....stop thinking about him....stop thinking about him'

...

After school:

'Why can't I stop thinking about him?'