The beginningA Chapter by CAiraIt was something weird about the way she glanced at me, the
way her head turned as soon as our eyes met. Her hair was auburn, the same
color as her eyes. She never talked, ever; she just sat in the back of the
class room drawing. Her name was Naya; she was the person in school who
everybody picked on because of the way she looked. She wore hand-me-downs and torn
sneakers and carried a black messenger bag with tons of metal buttons on it wherever
she went. No one knew what was inside it, but everyone just assumed it was her
drawing crap. Everyone assumed wrong, because on October 2 of 1997 something
happened that changed my, our, lives completely. October 1, 1997 Rain hit my bedroom window as I rolled over in bed; it
was 5:30 in the morning the time I had been getting up lately. I lay there with
my eyes closed and again the image of Naya at my locker comes into my head.
Lately every time I close my eyes that image came to mind. All my friends joked
at the idea of me seeing her in my head; they all thought she was a complete
creep. I usually just agree with them to end the conversation. High school was
a drag, especially for me. Being the new quarterback wasn’t easy, everyone
expected me to make the team win and go to every party and get with the hottest
girls in the school. That reminded me; I needed to call Lacey, my girlfriend.
Lacey and I have been together for a month now, since I made it as quarterback.
I had a crush on her since middle school, when I was a nerd and she was the
cute girl that every guy tried to flirt with. Lacey wasn’t cute anymore, she
was hot and all of a sudden she wanted to be with me, I jumped at the opportunity. I roll out of bed and unplug my phone; I have two text
messages from Lacey ‘Hello, why haven’t you called?’ ‘It’s important, we need to talk now’ I dial her number and she picks up on the first ring. “Where have you been Danny!” she’s louder than my alarm
clock and I almost throw my phone against the wall because of it. “Sorry babe, I was sleeping. Why did I have to call you
so early?” I try to calm her down “I’m sorry I yelled it’s just, when I tell you to do
something you should at least be on time” her voice is so cold, like she’s my
mother or something. “Yeah, well what did you wanna tell me that couldn’t wait
till school?” School started in a few hours; she could have waited till then. “Well, as you know the winter ball is coming up and I want
me and you to be king and queen,” her voice was very high pitched as she said it,
“So you and I are going to start promoting our relationship!” “What do you mean by ‘promote’?” I can’t believe she just
said that, like were some kind of makeup commercial or something. “Danny, come on don’t act like you don’t understand what I
mean. All we have to do is pass out some flyers and kiss in the middle of the
hallway, and that crown is mine!” I could hear the smile on her face, and it
made me want to throw up. I don’t know what my friends see in her, she’s rude,
arrogant, and fake. But she’s the most popular girl in school, and isn’t that
how it’s supposed be ‘the jock and the cheerleader’. But maybe that’s just not
what I want, maybe I want someone who’s sweet, someone who’s real someone who doesn’t
just want to be with me for the title. “Look Lacey, I don’t know why we have to do all of that, isn’t
being with me enough?” “NO, Danny it’s not. I’ll see you at school.” Her voice
was irritated when she hung up. I sighed at fell back onto by bed shirtless, why did
relationships have to be so complicated? Half an hour later I walked down the stairs dressed in
converse and grey V-neck sweater. My mom was in the kitchen on the phone as I was
walking out of the front door. “Bye mom” I almost made it out “Wait sweetie aren’t you gonna get breakfast?” I pointed
to my wrist and she nodded. My mom and I moved to Ohio some years ago, after my
parents split. My mom wanted to ‘start a new life’, the idea made me furious at
first. I didn’t want to start all over; I liked my old friends and my old house
but my mother didn’t care she thought it was best for both of us. After junior high
I had made some friends and got used to the new place, and by the time I started
high school It seemed like I had lived there forever. McJohn High was a small community high school that just
about everyone in the neighborhood had attended. The school was one big square,
not like other huge high schools. It had windows in just about every class room,
old raggedy desks that were too small for half of the guys, and the books
looked like they were around during the civil war. All the teachers were old
and boring, they didn’t care if you did your work or not, they didn’t even
really teach us anything. I ended my train of thoughts as I walked closer to the
school, today was only Monday and I felt like I was going to die but I walked
up the steps to the big brown square anyway. End of intro! I hope you liked it J
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