The Stars

Ch 3: The Class

     The rest of the day was slow. In 3rd-period, I didn't know anyone. I had no choice but to sit alone in my own head with my thoughts. I was only half listening to the teacher's lecture. I couldn't help but to let my thoughts drift off elsewhere. I had too much on my mind today...

I knew just about everyone in 4th-period, but I still felt alone. I couldn't get out of my head... I sat next to my friend Val. She and I have a fun history together: Winter Percussion, a couple freshman classes, and middle school.

Val: "Oh my goshhh! Tyvan! We haven't had classes together since freshman year!"

She gave me a tight hug.

Me: "Haha, I know."

Val: "And your outfit! What a glow up! You look so gooood! You look like you just... LOVE yourself!"

Me: "HAHA! I do?!"

That seriously caught me by surprise. I didn't expect anyone to say that today. I'm not wearing much different than I wore last year. My hair is an outgrown mess with a faded brown clashing with my naturally black hair. I look like shit, and I feel like shit too.

Val: "YES! You do!"

Me: "Thanks... haha..."

Val: "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

I really wasn't feeling my best that morning, so I broke it all down to her. I told her all about how I haven't been in my house in almost 4 months, how I feel outcasted from my friends for some reason, and about Tamrah...

Val: "Oh my god..... Tyvan..."

Me: "Yeah.... That's been my life for the past 4 months... Sorry... I kinda wanna keep to myself for the rest of the period..."

She understood and let me have my solitude. She also had to take a moment to process the situation with Tamrah. Our teacher that period was Mr. Bessard. I've known of him as a teacher, but I've never met him personally. I know him as the guy who tries to hype up our school by rapping and break dancing at our school rallies. He's... quite a display. Eccentric and funny would describe him best.

Mr. Bessard: "Alright y'all! First things first, we gotta take roll!"

I noticed Stephen is in this class too. He sat next to an empty seat and had his head down. I knew why, but as Mr. Bessard took roll, it became more clear why he tried to block things out this period.

Mr. Bessard: "Tamrah! Tamrah Sales!"

Me: [quietly] "Oh no....."

Mr. Bessard: "No Tamrah today? Alrighty."

He continued taking roll, completely oblivious to the few serious faces who held their heads down when he said her name. It looks like Stephen, Val, and I aren't the only ones who know the situation...

Lunchtime was equally depressing. I walked the campus alone, still in my head. I saw some groups of friends I wanted to talk to, but I didn't feel up for conversations yet. I wanted to be alone, but at the same time I didn't want to.