|Untitled As of Yet (standard:drama, 1091 words)|
|Author: AAAAAAAhhhhh check it out||Added: Jan 09 2005||Views/Reads: 1839/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|It's about a someone who's new at a school and finds this other chick to bother.|
I never thought it would turn out this way. I had never imagined that this would happen. Nothing bad ever happened to me. A few of my grandparents and relatives of my parents had passed on, but never someone I knew well enough to feel completely ripped apart inside without. It all started out so innocently. It began with my move to Sacramento, California. I didnât want to leave all of my friends to go to a place where I knew of no one that would comfort me. My parents would be too busy getting started at their new jobs and adjusting to their new home to even notice that the same wasnât happening for me. I never adjusted well to new places, but then again they had never noticed that before, so why should they begin to now, right? We didnât even have a reason to move. My mother had convinced, nay, tricked, herself into thinking that this was an act of God, but I knew differently. I knew this was just another plot of hers because she had gotten bored of the town we had lived in for merely three years. We had never moved a lot when I was a small child, but we had started to when my mother decided that she got bored of staying in the same place. My father always agreed with her, only because he had no cares but to keep her as his wife. She was âthe icing on the cake, the wings of the angel, the sun to go with the ocean,â to him. I thought it was romantic how he described her when I was but a child, but now I know itâs only because she turned out so beautiful and he, well, he didnât. If he didnât have her, he would have no chance with anyone else. Itâs sad, really. Well, she decided that God was moving her to somewhere else because He had a plan for her there, but He never did. We just kept moving, with a fresh start in mind, and when we got there, it never happened for her. But even with my trouble adjusting to new places, she gave me just enough time to make friends and fit in until she got up and went again, leaving us to clean the dust she left behind. It seemed like she never even adjusted to our new towns and environments because somewhere in that flighty head of hers she already had the next move planned out. Anyways, on my first day of school there, I made no new friends and no one even came up to talk to me. There were just too many people in the school, so even if one person had wanted to talk to me, they probably figured someone else had already gotten to me and they moved on. It was like this for the first couple of months until someone noticed I wasnât fitting in with anyone yet, and it wasnât who I wouldâve expected it to be. She came up to me while I was at lunch. It was as if no one else had even noticed that I would be sitting there at their table. They would sit around me and next to me and look at me, but then I would realize that they were looking through me really, looking at someone else on the other side of me and giving them a weird look, not me. Or maybe it was me, I just got fooled by the way they all seemed to look through me instead of at me. Either way, it wasnât flattering. Anyhow, She came strolling up like she owned the place and bumped into me as I walked to the âreject table.â She didnât look back or even say sorry as she strolled away again, swaying her hips to some hidden rhythm. I learned later that this was her way of saying hello. The next day, she came again, once again swaying past me as if a figment of my imagination, but this time she glanced at me. She had cruel eyes, like they had seen to much and she was sick to her stomach just thinking of it all. But there was something else behind the rough exterior and then that sick look. She had innocence, as if all she had seen had overwhelmed her and she didnât deserve any of it and still wasnât accustomed to it. My stomach churned just trying to comprehend all that her eyes had told me about her. No one else even seemed to notice it, they all adored her and gawked about her new clothes and how they all looked forward to seeing her Homecoming dress. Not one of her friends knew what she was going through, and I had found out without even having talked to her. I had sympathy for her, and decided that I would attempt to reach out to her tomorrow. Little did I know, that she wasnât open to much of anything from people outside her clique. Although I had a bad feeling about it for some reason, the next day I got in her way while she was on her way to class. At first, she tried to get around me in frustration, but then she realized with shock that I was actually attempting to block her path for a reason. âWhat do you want?â she remarked in a snotty tone. âI gotta get to class.â âUmm, wellâ¦â I hadnât expected this at all. I figured it would come naturally to me, that I would know exactly what to say when I was there, and that we would have more time. I guess I just thought she would like break down crying or something and reveal herself to me, without even knowing me. There were some people in the school who had known her their whole lives and hadnât even noticed that odd sense around her and her mysterious eyes. âWell, I was just wondering if you knew where room 245 was. Iâm new here.â That was all I could think of to say after all my hopes had disappeared about our touching conversation. I knew now that if I even wanted to try, it would take more than just one conversation. âYou can find your own damn class, I have my own to get to before the bell rings.â she retorted as she strolled away once again. I was getting rather used to seeing the back of her head. Tweet
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