(several months earlier.....)
As I stared blankly at the chalkboard in front of the class, I noticed the small trickle of rain rolling down the window. It was another gloomy day in Portland, Oregon and there wasn't anything special about it, but something about this kind of weather intrigued me.
"Amy!" I hear my math teacher, Mr. Langham, call me. I quickly jumped out of my thoughts and replied with a, "Huh?"
"Next time you decide to stare off into the window and act as if you're in a movie, you'll be going in the R.C," he scolded.
My cheeks instantly turned into a bright pink. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again." I say embarrassingly.
I swear Mr. Langham has it for me. He always calls on me to answer question, and even if I do get the answer correct, he'll tell me it's wrong. Plus that lumberjack looking dude creeps me out to be honest. He looks at all the sophomore girls in this class in a weird way, as if he could one day just instantly grab them... and well you know what happens next. I shudder at the thought. At least I'm not pretty enough to get the attention of the least one decent male. I look around and all the students were practically snoozing off, even Madelyn, that one peppy cheerleader. When the last bell rings and I quickly rush out of the classroom so I wouldn't have to face anyone, but bump into something and fall on the floor. I scowl and look up to see who did, and see a familiar pair of blue eyes stare back at me. It's Connor, typical. Connor Ryder is the school's biggest player and girls fall over heels for him. Yes, that does sound cliche, but that's besides the point.
"Staring at the window again huh?" He says with a smirk.
"Go away," I say while managing to escape.
I then hop into the crappy ass black civic and my mom drives away.
"So how was school?" my mom asks.
"It was okay. Nothing much happened," I replied.
"Did you ask the president of the debate team about the complications you had with joining it?
"No. I forgot." I say blankly. I was way too tired to function with the amount of homework Westview High School had given us.
"Is that all you're gonna give me?" my mother sounds pissed.
"Yeah. Look I've got it covered okay? I'll ask tomorrow, it's no big deal," I say annoyed. Ugh, my mother doesn't trust me enough to make my own decisions and take things responsibly. Being under the influences of an Asian family sucks, nonetheless the competition in Westview is absolutely crazy. We have the second highest amount of suicide rates in the district.
"Okay... I was just trying to help you." She pauses for a second. "I'm worried that you won't be able to live to become the lawyer you want to be."
"Just stop. I'm fine," I reply. Trust me, I'm not... what do you say these days, PMS-ing? This just happens all the time. My mother tends to try to control the way I want my life to go. She's under the impression that if I'm not a doctor, lawyer, or pretty enough to marry a rich husband, I'd be living in the streets. I like to live a carefree life where I could see the world, live in a big city, and hopefully be satisfied/happy with it. I'm still a little indecisive with the whole lawyer thing anymore. It seemed a good idea at the time to become a lawyer, but with my mom in the way of it, I'm not so sure if I want to be one anymore. My mother remains silent after I make the one remark and we continue the drive home in silence.
Once we arrive in our average family home, I unlock the door and rush to my room only to get started on my homework. I would cautiously look at my phone every once in awhile worried that my mother would storm into my room any moment and accuse me of using my phone the whole time even though I've been studying. The workload that they teachers have given me eventually send me to fall into a deep sleep on my desk.
* * *
The next morning, I wake up to a strain on my neck and a pencil on my face. I look at my clock and immediately rush my morning routine throwing on anything I could find on my face considering I only had five minutes till school starts. I didn't even bother to look myself at the mirror when I run out of the house and sprint to school. If you're wondering, yes, my mother takes me home from school because it's on the way anyways even though it's a ten-minute walk there. The bell rings as soon as I enter my first class, English. Apparently everyone decided to be all goody-goody and arrive to class early today because they're all already sat at their desks and staring at me along with a few snickers here and there. I was too tired to deal with this right now, so I slumped into the only open seat. Kylie Adams, the brunette, hazeled eye girl sitting to my right, otherwise known as my best friend, tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned to face her, she whispered,"Did you get dressed in the dark today?"
"What? Why... no," I send her a confused look.
"Amy, look at yourself," she says.
I finally look down to see what I'm wearing. I was wearing my ripped light washed blue jeans, a white v neck.... and my pink bra right over it. I should've known why people were staring at me. I then raise my hand to go to the bathroom and leave. I run to the bathroom and slam the door shut. Ugh, I'm such an idiot. The whole school must think I'm some sort of freak right now. I start jumbling in a lot of thoughts and as the thoughts keep building up, I somehow managed to jump to expulsion. This is ridiculous
"Get a grip Amy," I muttered to myself. I take a breather and head back to the classroom.
* * *
Lunch finally begins, and I head over to my gray locker near the girls bathroom. As I open my locker, someone shuts it again. I already knew who it was, and I glared at him.
"What do you want Connor? Honestly, just stop bothering me" I said annoyed.
"Sooooo, Homecoming is coming up" Connor says with a smirk.
"Yeah, I know. Why?" I said. I'm always tired. Connor may not know it, but he's a freaking bully. There I go again with the cliche stuff, except I'm not a nerd. I'm kind of the kind of person who doesn't belong anywhere.
"You're coming with me," Connor states. What the heck?
"Uhm... No, I'm not" I say. Homecoming wasn't really my kind of thing. And even if I were to go, I wouldn't be with that dumbass of a jock. I sprinted away trying to find the first person I recognize. I spot a familiar brunnette waiting in line in the cafeteria and rush towards her giving a big hug.
"Uhhh, Amy. What are you doing?" Kylie says. I immediately let go.
"Sorry. It's just been a stressful morning." I say. The cafeteria door slams open and out comes a very angry Connor. I turn away immediately and look at Kylie.
Kylie whispers in at me, " Dude, he's heading right over here."
Okay now I'm confused. What did I do wrong this time? I turn my back slowly and look up to see Connor once again. I'm getting really tired of this. He aggressively grabs my hand and pulls me out of the cafeteria. I could hear people whispering as I'm being dragged. Kylie runs over my way.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Connor?" She says. Kylie slaps Connor's hand out of mine and I'm being dragged once again, but by Kylie this time, to the nearest table. The room is still silent though. "Shows over everyone, go back to minding the hell with your own business," Kylie yells to the students in the cafeteria. I remain silent the whole time. Kylie sits me down and she sits across the other side to face me. I can't get any words out of my mouth. I look at my wrist and there's a large red mark on it. Great, this is going to bruise for sure.
"What in the world just happened Amy?" Kylie finally says.
"I..." I managed to say. Then the bell rings again, and thats when I rush to my next class.
