Without A Doubt

Chapter 4.

I'm running so late. I hate being late. When you're late you have to walk in after its started and when that happens everyone sees you walk in. I don't know anyone in the creative writing club, before yesterday I'd never even heard of this club. When my alarm went off this morning I didn't even hear it. I didn't wake up until 6:42. It takes 10 minutes just for me to drive to the school. In a hurried panic I jumped out of bed brushed my teeth, tried to fix my wild curls and threw on some jeans and a maroon hoodie. By the time I was even in my car it was already 6:54.

I pulled up to the school at 7:04, grabbed my backpack and ran into the school. Walking down the halls felt strange. School doesn't actually start until 8:15, so being here this early means there is no one around. My heart was still racing because as I got closer to the library I realized that I'm going to walk into this 'club meeting' late and alone. I stopped in front of the library doors to take a second. I could feel the nervousness starting to take over my cells. Breathe.

I prepared myself the best I could and pulled open the library door. In the corner of the library I saw Ms. Scott standing in front of a handful of kids. As I got closer I realized I was right. I don't know any of these people, I don't think I've ever even seen them in this school before. Ms. Scott stopped talking when she saw me coming, and all four of them turned around to look at me. Wonderful. From their faces I could tell they were shocked to see me here. Like of all the people that could have walked into their club why me? One of the boys actually looked away as fast as he could when we made eye contact. I did my best to not let them see how anxious I was standing in front of them.

"Alright guys, this is our new recruit Mayson." I gave a forced smile and found a seat at the far end of the table. I could feel my heart racing and my hands shaking, I put my hands in my jacket pockets. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. Right as Ms. Scott was going to start talking again the library doors flew open behind us and in ran in this girl. She was holding her backpack in one hand and a notebook in the other. Her blonde hair had been put into a messy bun and the long gray sweater she had on was fluttering about.

"Hi everyone sorry I'm late. I didn't even hear my alarm this morning." That makes two of us.

"That's okay Liv. Take a seat." Ms. Scott said with a smile on her face. When the girl sat down and said hi to her friends Ms. Scott looked at her and said

"Liv, we have a new member this is..." The girl cut her off.

"I know who she is." Well that makes one of us. I have no idea who this girl is, but from the way she's acting it seems like my very presence annoys her. There's no way I messed around with her and forgot. I have a rule about that.

"Okay well since everyone is here now let's get started. Last Thursday you guys chose to do a story about a night in the 1920's. So, who wants to read theirs first." I looked around the table and realized that if I weren't here they would all be fighting over who got to go first. After a few seconds of silence one of the boys raised his hand.

"I'll go first."

"Thank you, Peter. Go ahead." Peter seemed like a nice guy. His hair was short and neat, and he wore a flash t-shirt. He seemed like the type of guy that other people got to do their homework, and he'd do it too expecting nothing in return. As Peter read his story I sat there in awe of his writing style. His writing was somewhat complicated but not enough to confuse anyone. He wrote it in first person and the details in his story were so vivid I could see everything he described. When he finished reading I felt like someone had taken away something valuable from me. Like I was being deprived of the rest of his story even though he had already finished it. When he was done everyone praised him and gave him pats on the back. I smiled and gave him a thumbs up, immediately I saw his cheeks start to turn red. He was the one I made eye contact with earlier.