My heart cries out for the people who are the forgotten. Let their wings lift them to God. But for now, just try to be the remembered.
I had heard that somewhere. I believed in it completely. I took a deep breath as I walked into school that Monday. Chances are, even though I'm hurt, I'll still be the forgotten. One look at a remembered to see that they are hurt is all it takes for them to be the center of attention. I walk into school, and no one bats an eye.
Except my friends.
"Dude!" Quinn calls out. I see her grab Joseph's hand and run towards me. "You have SOOO much work to do!" she laughs, adding a whole new level of stress to my day.
"Oh cmon, don't bring down her spirits!" Joseph shakes his head. I smile.
"I know... a storms coming!" I sigh, thinking about all the work I have to do. "Lunch in the library?" I ask. Quinn and Joseph nod, then we all head off to class. As I approach my locker, Mason taps me on the shoulder.
"Can I sign your cast?" he asks.
"Sure... not too small, I don't wanna look like a loner!" I say, trying to be funny.
"Well looks like the president doesn't think so!" he laughs, pointing at one of my fake signatures.
"Oh, we're old friends!" I say. We laugh.
"You wanna have lunch with me today?" he asks.
"Umm I told Quinn and Joseph I'd have lunch with them today in the library."
"Well maybe another time." He smiles, then heads to class. I realize I'm grinning from ear to ear.
Later I go to the library. It's about 100 years old and smells like lavender. Quinn and I quite like the smell, and hang out here often. I walk over to our favorite corner. There are beanbags and cushions all over the section. Quinn and Joseph are nowhere to be seen, so I plop down in a chair and stare at the ceiling.
Over the years, students have written all over the ceiling with colored pens. Some are cute quotes, some are cries for help, some are just names written and some are just silly. Quinn's favorite one is "forever we are young" written in pink with flowers around it. Joseph likes the fact that someone wrote "gullible" on the ceiling in big black letters. I like the quote: "Many people have died trying to be someone else. Maybe you should just try to be you."
I look around for Quinn. She is nowhere to be seen. I sigh and open my lunch sack. I close my eyes and slowly eat my sandwich. I think about the world. Why so many people hate. I feel someone sit next to me.
"Um are you done meditating? I'm starving!" Quinn says. I glance over at her. Her curls bob up and down as she shoves food in her face. I laugh.
"You're late." I say. She looks at me.
"Well Joseph decided to get sick so I was helping him into his car so he could drive away into the sunset of no school." She said. I laughed.
"Sounds like heaven." I say, sighing.
