freak. Dear Lord the woman desperately needs help. During the beginning of class, she complained about how dull looking her classroom is. She said she wanted to paint the walls, yet that would be against the rules, but she doesn’t care. She also said she wants a waterfall instead of a wall, and maybe a garden behind the classroom. Like a waterfall? Is she kidding? She does know that to make it a room, you have to have a fourth wall, right? She probably has like seven cats and no husband.
“Hey babe,” Chasity says walking up to me.
“Yo. How was the first half?”
“Painful.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Pep rally after lunch?” Shoot I totally forgot about the “Welcome Back” pep rally after lunch before fifth period.
“You got it. Meet at the stadium?” We walk down the hill and past the grassy area.
“Sure,” I say smiling as people say hello to me. We walk up the ramp that leads to our lockers. Finally. A top locker!
We walk back down the ramp and onto the grassy area where we have eaten lunch since freshman year.
“So how’s Kade?” Chasity asks right when I sit down on the grass and open up my lunch. Really? Could I just have five minutes where I don’t have to think about the guy that is showering in my shower?
“Fine,” I say then take a bite of my sandwich, signaling I’m done talking about the Kade topic.
“Have you talked to Cynthia?”
“She stopped calling. We all just got kind of busy. But, I’ll call her tonight and tell her all about my first day of school,” I continue. I can’t wait to go home. I promised Cynthia the last time she called that I would call her right after my first day. Too bad I don’t really have anything interesting to tell her.
Now I’m on the verge of tears. I would always come home last year after an interesting day, help her do the laundry and tell her about what happened. The best part is, she actually listens. And cares. And gives advice. She’s like a free therapist. When I need her the most, she’s there. Plus, she is always the one that can make me laugh when I want to cry. But now, I’m not going to have her to go to every day. Even though she says I can call every day, I know neither of us have the time for that. I feel my eyes start to well up with tears. I bat them so a tear won’t slip away. Gosh, it’s only been three weeks without her. How am I supposed to survive a year without Cynthia? Maybe even more than a year? WHAT ABOUT THE HOLIDAYS? Every Christmas Cynthia and I get together to make cookies and brownies and take them to the people we love.
Thank God the bell rings. Like seriously, God totally has my back right now, ‘cause if I stay any longer thinking about Cynthia, I’ll ball my eyes out.
“Pep rally time?”
“Yup. Our last ‘Welcome Back’ pep rally!” I squeal, having a total attitude adjustment trying to get myself to perk up. It worked...kind of. Not really. Whatever.
We walk down the hill and toward the football stadium. They are sorting everyone by grade. Chasity and I make our way to the (OMG) Senior Section! She grabs my hand and leads me up the bleachers to the top row, where all of our friends agreed to meet.
“Seniors, bitches!” People to my left scream.
When we get to about halfway up the bleachers, I see Kade. I didn’t really think about what it would be like to see him at school. I never see him at school. Though, he clarified, he sees me. There he is with the football team. Staring
“Hey babe,” Chasity says walking up to me.
“Yo. How was the first half?”
“Painful.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Pep rally after lunch?” Shoot I totally forgot about the “Welcome Back” pep rally after lunch before fifth period.
“You got it. Meet at the stadium?” We walk down the hill and past the grassy area.
“Sure,” I say smiling as people say hello to me. We walk up the ramp that leads to our lockers. Finally. A top locker!
We walk back down the ramp and onto the grassy area where we have eaten lunch since freshman year.
“So how’s Kade?” Chasity asks right when I sit down on the grass and open up my lunch. Really? Could I just have five minutes where I don’t have to think about the guy that is showering in my shower?
“Fine,” I say then take a bite of my sandwich, signaling I’m done talking about the Kade topic.
“Have you talked to Cynthia?”
“She stopped calling. We all just got kind of busy. But, I’ll call her tonight and tell her all about my first day of school,” I continue. I can’t wait to go home. I promised Cynthia the last time she called that I would call her right after my first day. Too bad I don’t really have anything interesting to tell her.
Now I’m on the verge of tears. I would always come home last year after an interesting day, help her do the laundry and tell her about what happened. The best part is, she actually listens. And cares. And gives advice. She’s like a free therapist. When I need her the most, she’s there. Plus, she is always the one that can make me laugh when I want to cry. But now, I’m not going to have her to go to every day. Even though she says I can call every day, I know neither of us have the time for that. I feel my eyes start to well up with tears. I bat them so a tear won’t slip away. Gosh, it’s only been three weeks without her. How am I supposed to survive a year without Cynthia? Maybe even more than a year? WHAT ABOUT THE HOLIDAYS? Every Christmas Cynthia and I get together to make cookies and brownies and take them to the people we love.
Thank God the bell rings. Like seriously, God totally has my back right now, ‘cause if I stay any longer thinking about Cynthia, I’ll ball my eyes out.
“Pep rally time?”
“Yup. Our last ‘Welcome Back’ pep rally!” I squeal, having a total attitude adjustment trying to get myself to perk up. It worked...kind of. Not really. Whatever.
We walk down the hill and toward the football stadium. They are sorting everyone by grade. Chasity and I make our way to the (OMG) Senior Section! She grabs my hand and leads me up the bleachers to the top row, where all of our friends agreed to meet.
“Seniors, bitches!” People to my left scream.
When we get to about halfway up the bleachers, I see Kade. I didn’t really think about what it would be like to see him at school. I never see him at school. Though, he clarified, he sees me. There he is with the football team. Staring