The Time of My Life [Completed]

Chapter 20: The Time I Dropped an Oboe

Monday, September 4, 2017

12:15 pm

"Umph." Sam and I bumped into each other as I was walking into our science class and I dropped my backpack, my things going everywhere.

"Oh, god. Let me help pick this up." We both kneel down on the floor and start collecting by books, along with whatever other crap had been floating around in there. "What's this?"

I finally look up to see a piece to an oboe. This oboe in particular was a dark shade of green and.... was Roan's. I completely forgot it was in there.

"You play the oboe? You should join the school band! It'll be so much fun!" Sam babbled on, not reading the tone of the room.

"It's not mine." I grab the piece from him, as well as the history textbook he had picked up, and hurry to our lab table.

"Than who's is it?" Sam questioned, sitting in the stool next to me.

I sighed. I guess he'd have to find out eventually. "It's my brother's. Or, was my brother's."

"What do you mean 'was'? Did he give it to you?"

"I guess you could say that."

"You guess? What does that mean? What are you hiding?" What is this? An interrogation?

Mel came and sat down across from us just as I told him. "He died last week. That's how I have it. That's why I wasn't here the first three days of school."

I looked down at the table as both of their jaws dropped onto the floor and their eyes opened wider than the door.

"Alright, class. Today, we're talking about how igneous, sedimentary, and metamorphic rocks are created."

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Friday, September 8, 2017

3:45 pm

I spent the entire week avoiding Mel and Sam at all costs. I just couldn't stand the look of pity in their eyes. No matter how hard they tried to hide it, it was still there.

So, to forget about that, I'm doing the only think I know will make me feel better. A date with my beau. Brock and I have only been going out a few weeks. This is our second date and only my second date ever, so I'm crazy nervous. That being said, I called my personal stylist to help me get ready.

"Eep, Kyla!" I squealed as my BFF's face took over my phone screen.

"OMG Jessie! I haven't seen you in forever!"

"I just saw you two weeks ago....."

"Yeah, but I'm kind of trying to block that from my memory." I caught Kyla up on what's happened since school started. "Okay, so what time is he picking you up?"

"I'm meeting him at mini-golf at 4:45, then we're getting dinner after."

"Okay......" She had her thinking face on. Kyla has always been like, the fashion queen. She's a trendsetter. If we weren't best friends, my wardrobe would be an absolute nightmare. "Try your white crop top with the knot in it, and your high waisted denim shorts. The longer ones, not the short ones." Kyla and I know each other's wardrobes inside and out. Mainly because we shared a lot of our clothes with each other.

I walked off the screen and quickly changed into the outfit she told me.

"Perfect." She said, the moment I walked back onto the screen. "Alright, you're gonna be walking a lot so as much as I want to say your black heels...... your white converse." She looked so disappointed. I guess Kyla would find any occasion to wear heels.

I grabbed my shoes and talked to Kyla for a little while longer while I did my makeup. It didn't consist of much. I barely wear any makeup on a daily basis, so I put on my black eyeliner, a bit of blush, and some of my favorite watermelon flavored lip gloss.

I hung up with Kyla, as it was 4:25 already. Luckily the mini-golf place was only about 10 minutes away. Grabbing my purse, I ran down the stairs and told my mom, who had agreed to give me a ride, that I was ready to go.

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5:00 pm

I've been standing here waiting for Brock for nearly 20 minutes now. I've called and texted him quite a few times.

I don't know if I should be concerned that something happened to him, or if he just plain stood me up. I even tried texting May, to ask if she knew where he is, but no answer.

I wanted to say that this was unlike him.... but I can't. I've still only known Brock for about a month now.

After another 45 minutes of standing and waiting, I was just about to give up. "We're gonna be closing up in a little while, doll. Is your friend coming?" The little old lady who owned the place came over to ask me.

"I'm sure he'll be here any minute." seemingly satisfied with my answer, she went back behind the front desk. Not long after, I was officially ready to go home. But I saw a shadow come through the doors. He looked a bit shorter, and slimmer than Brock, but I thought I might as well try. "Brock? Is that you?"

The shadow stepped through, into the light, and it was not who I ever expected it to be in a million years.