Don't forget About Me

Chapter Eleven

Monday morning. The last Monday of high school. The beginning of the last week. I was ready to get out of here. Red and I walked up to the doors. He opened the door for me and I strolled through. The snickers were obvious. I mean it seemed like no one tried to hide their amusement with me. I wouldn't miss the gossip. Not one bit.

In English we were given the assignment, 'What I Would Like to do After High School.' I sat there for half of the class staring down at the blank paper in front of me. For once in my life I don't know what to write. I'm usually finished by now, but this assignment I just couldn't do. I gnawed on the eraser on my pencil, trying to think of what to write. I never fully thought about this. I couldn't just write, 'I would like to travel from place to place with my insanely famous boyfriend, whom I've known my entire life. Then I don't know after that. Probably stay home at Graceland and do nothing.'

I could lie. Say I planned on going to dancing school or some crap. I never lie I'm writing, but after all, how hard could it be?

Just as I thought up something to write I felt Mrs. Greene standing above me, gazing at my blank paper. I looked up to her in shame.

"Wow, nothing at all written. That's a first miss Hamilton."

I bit my lip in embarrassment. She kneeled down to my level and whispered. "Can you stay after class? I'll write you a note for gym. I would like to have a chat with you."

I simply nodded in response, she gave me a warm smile and returned to her desk.

Mrs. Greene was a nice woman. She was the youngest teacher here at Humes. She was nearly our age at a whopping 24 years old. She seemed beyond that age though, with her knowledge of English and literature. Her hair was short, dark black, and perfectly curled. She dressed in bright colors and always had lovely looking jewelry on. Her face was exquisite, flawless, with a touch of make up. She was a role model of mine. Someone other than Elvis to look up to.

I never really got to know her that well. We had a few conversations about our favorite authors and poets while I helped her grade papers.

There was only five minutes left of class and I looked over to Red, who was sound asleep leaning against the wall. Hmm some protector he is.

I honestly wished I was Red right now. I was so sleepy, I didn't go to bed until around 3. Luckily my make up hid my terrible dark circles around my eyes. Otherwise I'd be looking half dead.

The bell rang loudly, causing Red to jump awake and look directly at me, alert. Everyone began shuffling out of the classroom.

"Mrs. Greene is keeping me back to talk." I told him.

He nodded and started for the door behind the last of the students. He hesitated then looked back to me. Question lingered in his eyes.

"Its okay, Red."

He nodded and headed out of the room. Probably going to smoke outside.

I walked slowly up to Mrs. Greene's desk and took a seat on the empty chair across from her.

"What is it that you needed to speak to me about ma'am?" I asked.

"I thought you should know, well... I figured out who wrote that threatening note. Now if you and Mr. Presley would like to press charges, we can go let Mr. Dalton know and he'll have the police come to talk it over."

I was afraid to find out who it was. I was afraid it was someone I knew really well. It was bad enough I couldn't trust anybody. Now Elvis has something new to worry about. As if he doesn't have enough to worry about all ready.