Before I Go

Chapter One: The Beginning

The beginning is the start to the end of it all, right? I suppose I should explain the story for everyone that's confused.

I was the average teenage girl, Junior in high school. Brown hair, hazel eyes, tanned skin, not too overweight. Everything about me seemed normal. I didn't have a problem with what I looked liked. The only thing that was considered not normal, was that I was a lesbian. I wore a lot of ripped jeans and flannels, my nails were always short, and the left side of my head was shaved. But other than that, perfectly normal.

It started during my fourth day back to school, a Friday... Rumors spread about how I had fucked every gay girl in school, and would turn every straight girl with the snap of my finger. The girl who started the rumor was super popular and hated my guts... I knew it shouldn't bother me. Hell if I cared. But for some reason, I did care. I let the other teens say what they want cause I knew getting angry over it would only encourage them.

I shut my locker and adjusted the books in my hand, avoiding eye contact with everyone I crossed paths with. I didn't have many friends at school, so I didn't care if I just walked right past everyone to make it to my destination. It's not like anyone wants to talk anything good about me anyways.

Making it to my 3rd period class- English- I focused on my seat, not breaking contact with the desk until I was sitting. I was never too thrilled about this class, as I read and did poetry on my own at home. Plus I didn't have any friends in this class, making it hard when our teacher- Ms. Walters- wanted us to work in teams for most of our assignments.

When I finally sat down, I noticed that there was only 2 other people in the classroom at the moment. Everyone else is probably hanging out with their friends until the bell. I looked at the clock, realizing that we still had 4 minutes till class started. So at least 2 or 3 minutes until everyone files in for the hour.

I carefully opened an old notebook I used for all of my poetry- and flipped to a blank page. The first word I wrote was "Rumors." My mind drifted as I struggled to actually think of some lines, but quickly gave up and erased the word. I looked back up at the clock. One minute till class starts. Sigh. Looking around, I see that more people entered the classroom and had already taken their seats.

I sighed as the bell rang and our English teacher walked in. "Good morning, class!" She beamed, setting her coffee mug down on her desk. A few people muttered a good morning back, but I just leaned back in my chair, ready for the day to be over with, but at the same time, getting my brain ready to retain some English information.

The teacher was done speaking, and class would be over in about 10 minutes. I pulled my poetry notebook out again and decided I would try my luck again. "Hey, did you hear about Savannah?" I heard a whisper behind me. "Apparently she's a real whore and has slept with every gay girl at this school! She's such a slut!"

I tried blocking out the voices. "Rumors" was at the top of my page. Where the fuck am I even going with this? Then I had inspiration.

Rumors.
They can gently cascade from someone's lips,
But can crash like violent waves.

I sat there, staring at those lines. Why am I struggling so much today? Usually I can write a poem in minutes! I sighed, closing my notebook. Maybe I'm just not in the creative, poetry mood right now. And it was true. I truly didn't feel like I could create poetry of my standard. I checked the clock, 7 minutes left. Why is time moving so slow?

Yawning, I got up from my seat and ambled towards Ms. Walters. She looked up from her notes and smiled at me. "May I help you Savannah?" I cleared my throat.