Bus
"I kissed a girl and I liked it!" The girls behind us sang. I'm right nere, I thought to myself. Marie gave me a look that said: Did they really just do that? "They're singing about us! They know we've kissed." Marie says with a mouthful of chocolate. I look over my shoulder. The two girls behind us are dying with laughter, as are the two girls in the seat next to them. Ha ha. Very funny. "It was only like nose-to-nose." She said. The girls continue to laugh. Our stop was next. "So what? Just ignore them. Some people don't know how to grow up" I say it loud enough so that everyone around me could hear.
At this point, me and Marie are getting off the bus. Just another day in Springboro. I think to myself. Marie tries her best to make a big deal of the whole bus situation. I blow it off. It's her fault, anyway. Somehow she's got to learn how to keep her mouth shut. The truth is, me and Marie kissed just under a month ago. It was the first real party I've ever hosted, and the first time I had ever been drunk enough to forget the whole night. The only way I know that me and Marie kissed was through the videos that Nicole took. The video ends right before it happens.
Me and Marie sit around at her house. There isn't much to do. We prank call a few people, even walmart. My mom eventually calls, asking when I'll be home. I say I don't know, and she offers to pick me up after she goes to the post office, which should take less than an hour. Me and Marie mess around on the internet for another three hours, then we eat dinner. I don't expect any calls or texts from my mom. She's always late and may have even forgotten to pick me up. Although, right after dinner, my mom shows up... scratch that, my brother Alex is the one knocking on the door. "Time to go." I pull on my shoes, grab my bag, and leave. My day couldn't have gone any better.
Thursday Mornings
Today will be especially hard. Jake, my boyfriend, wont be at school. He has an ear infection, so he gets to stay home. Lucky him. I enter the school alone today. Jake usually drives me. Anna is the first person I see. She looks slightly less upkept today. Her hair hangs back in a loose ponytail and I don't find a trace of makeup.
My hair, as usual, hangs down in it's natural 'waves.' My hair is pretty much straight, except for a few very loose waves. I'm wearing the same pants I wore yesterday. I forgot to pick up a pair from my mom's house. On one notices. Good.
First period flies by. Boring as usual. Note, notes, and more notes. Choir is something different today. It's 'Family Day.' We meet in our little asigned groups for a snack or two. We mostly split up and create our own little clans on far sides of the room. Mine consists of Anna, Casey (columbian friend), Shelby (tall, skinny friend), and Kayla (I'm not sure how to describe her in a few short, simple words).
I'm watching the recording of our last concert, as required by Mrs. Wylie (the choir teacher). I suddenly feel something, possibly a liquid, inch down the back, front, and even side of my shirt. I snap my head back and find Anna pouring sprinkles down my shirt. Not just any sprinkles, the very soft and mushy kind that come on those overly-sweet-iced sugar cookies. They mush up in my bra. I take off my sweatshirt, revealing a white shirt stained by little rainbow-colored-dots. I shake out my shirt and bra, then throw my sweatshirt at Anna as hard as I can. There is an awful mess of sprinkles on my seat, so I move to the other side of the room, helplessly frustrated.
Thursday Afternoons
After choir, I share a study hall with Anna and my friend Brielle. Brielle is tall. Her hair is dark on top, then fades to a lighter blonde at the ends. She is the girl that wears designer clothes to school every day.
Me and Brielle spend the 54 minutes of study hall at her table while she gives me the answers to my science homework. The study hall teacher, Chez (or, more formally, Mrs. Chezeract) never notices the empty table where I am supposed to be seated.
The bell rings on time. Now, 4/5 period (split in half due to lunch times). Another study hall. This time I sit next to Kayla, my assigned seat. This study hall is in the LGI. A small room with small chairs and small slide-out tables. I spend this period reading and answering English questions, even though I am convinced I know enough english to communicate clearly to others.
The bell rings again. 6th period. Lunch.
Food
I decide against lunch. I am not anerexic. I like to save 'my' money. I follow Kayla to the lunch line and then back to the tables. I settle for a small, overly priced bag of chips. I spend all of fifteen minutes reading. I am really enjoying the book we are reading in English. It's called Speak. I can relate to it quite an awful lot. I love books like that.
At lunch, I sit with Jeremy, Kayla, Shelby, and one of Kayla's friends. Halfway through lunch, Jeremy starts laughing. Very hard. I ask him "What are you laughing at?" In response, he leans over to Shelby and whispers something that makes her laugh, too. They're both staring at me. Laughing. Too loud for comfort. "What?" I try again. They refuse to tell me. They do admit, though, it has to do with me.
I loose all emotion in my face. I hate this. I cannot stand this. Being laughed at is one thing, but when they refuse to tell me what's up, I snap. I burry my face in my book. The whole table is laughing. I become angry. When the bell rings, I am the first one to leave.
"Are you made at me?" Jeremy asks, still laughing. Still not serious. "Yes." I muder. No point in lying. I'm tired of pretending nothing can hurt me. "Ask Kayla what we're laughing at." I look down. "That's not what bothers me." He says something else, but I am gone before I can make out what he is saying.
There had been a peice of fish that fell in my hood. I threw it at Kayla and stormed off.
Algebra, English, and Science.
Algebra is boring today. More group work. I finish as fast as I can so I can read and escape this awful world. I don't understand why I get so mad at such simple and small things. It's not fair to anyone else, I think. But I can't help it. I don't smile all during algebra.
English goes by easier than ever. I am far ahead in reading and homework. Mrs. Snider, the English teacher, checks my work then walks away after saying "Very good job." Maybe I should be a writer someday.
We spend the rest of the period listening to the recorder read parts of the book that I am already far beyond. It is still nice to hear someone else put their own attitude into the book. I like this. Most of the class is asleep when the bell rings. I am wide awake.
Science is simple. Notes, questions, homework. I draw during notes. It helps me on my concentration and memory. I keep the science teacher, Mr. Wise, from seing. He doesn't like it. I am drawing a desert full with a giraffe walking through it. The giraffe's legs were unusually long and came to points instead of feet. Birds flew around it's head. In the middle was a frame. Vines and flowers blossomed from this new world. A strange demon-like money sits on the top rim of the frame.
The final bell rings. Home.
