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TD - Chapter Twenty-One: Second Chances

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: Second chances.

Natalie Cross

For some strange reason school seemed different, suddenly it seemed brighter. All the similar faces looked at me as if I was crazy, but all I could do was smile back. Not trying to remember the fact that I was mortified for the past two school days, but I was willing to just forget about it, not forget about the boys exactly, but forget what they did. This was all because of my father, of him wanting to change for the better.

Talia and Samantha eyed me strangely as I skipped on over to their blue and brown gleaming eyes. “What happened when you got home?” Talia asked as she slammed her locker door. We began walking to their Biology class; I usually had to drop them since my Math class was nearby. I just grinned at them and looked at my watch. I had about a good twenty minutes on filling them in.

“My mother and father aren’t getting a divorce,” I said. Their eyes and mouths immediately showed shock and we all yelled and jumped. We pulled in for a group hug. This day was pretty amazing. Telling my best friends and knowing when I come home I actually have somebody to come home to. “And my Dad, well, he’s changed, a lot. He’s smiling and he looks at my Mom like he would take a bullet for her at anytime. He came into my room and talked to me about how he made mistakes and well, I felt amazing and proud. Second chances are usually given at one point am I right?” Talia and Samantha looked at each other and had their eyes wide open as if they were exchanging an unknown secret.

“We have to go. The bell’s going to ring. You better go to class Natalie, but we are really happy for you. I’m so happy you’re family got it going straight.” She added.

“I would usually wonder what you’re little secret is, but today, I could not careless.” I smiled and waved goodbye to the two people who were with me through everything. I pranced on to Mr. Tran’s class. Literally everybody looked at me with strange eyes. I rolled mine and sat where my assigned seat was. Close to the window, so it was easier for me to doze off, but the scenery at the same time seemed dissimilar. I could see the gorgeous fall weather, and the crisp leaves that fell to the ground looked golden and red. I never knew Connecticut was actually in a cynical way, beautiful.

Mr. Tran gave us all pop quizzes. I’d usually bomb all of these quizzes, but yet again it seemed all too easy for me. Trigonometry with a mixture of geometric circles, it was like a breath of fresh air. I finished the quiz in a matter of minutes and handed it to Tran. He looked at me quizzically. If people kept doing this all day I might just have to hit something. I never knew people seeing me happy would make everybody look at me like I’m an altered person. “You got a perfect mark,” Tran said in amazement. I smiled and walked back to my seat.  I could feel eyes on me, but right now, it doesn’t matter.

Art class was fun too. We had to draw what we felt like today, which was usually my most hated theme because I usually felt like killing myself, but Ms. Clarke was even more shocked than Mr. Tran as she found that my easel was filled with bright colors and smiling faces. I had my occasional darkness in it, but the positive outlook of it overshadowed the darkness and negative essence of my drawing. Was it weird to say that I was having a good day?

Trick happened to pick me up from Art class. I gave him a smouldering hug and he lifted me off the ground. He smelled like pinecones, like nature, and I’ve never really noticed it. I haven’t noticed a lot of things. Was Trick this beautiful?  His dirty blonde hair was in a clean shaved faux hawk. His blue brown eyes gazed into mine. “How are you today sis?” he asked.

“Fantastic,” I replied. I held his hand and skipped all the way to the lunchroom and I did some occasional twirls on the way there. People greeted me and I greeted back. I even hugged a random stranger, all this because my family was staying together. They were the reason for everything.