SchoolA Chapter by song writerfirst chapter of my book.The first day of school was the worst day of my life literally.
When I was at school, finally walking out of the bus I was in I saw my ex-boyfriend
standing by the doorway kissing another girl. Thinking out loud I said, “This
is going to be a horrible day." The guy right next to me who I did not know said, “At least you don’t see you’re ex kissing another person." He thought I was talking about the fact that we were at least 10
minutes late. After going inside the guy that said that left me and I didn’t
see him anywhere just when I was about to ask him who he was. After I got inside I
walked around looking for my locker when I found it I saw that same guy that
talked to me about his ex by my locker trying to open it. I went up to him and
said that this was my locker not his because the lockers number which was 202
was on the piece of paper that I got. He then showed me his piece of paper and
it said locker 202 as well as the same combo I have on mine which is 25-5-10. Together
we ran to the office and asked why we had the same locker. They said it’s
because they have no more available lockers left in the school. I was ok with
sharing a locker with him but he was very mad. When the office lady said that
he flipped out saying he could not share a locker with a girl and asked if he
could share a locker with someone else. Hearing this I said, “Do
you have a problem with me being a girl, I promise I won’t try to be a clutter
bug, and I won’t put up anything in the locker that we don’t need." He must have
forgotten I was there because when I said that his face turned bright red. He
gave up on the fact that I was a girl instead he said he would never be able to
fit all his stuff with another person’s stuff in the same locker. The office
lady gave him a look that said well you’re just going to have to learn to live
with it. Then we left the office and on our way back to our locker it was quiet
then we finally got there and he opened it on the first try. I said to him, “You
should know my name it is Angela Lieben but I just like to be called
Angel”. He said his name was Jacob Meter and that he just moved over here this
summer. I said, “Nice to meet you Jacob but I got to go to class so bye." He said the same thing but he said Angel in this voice that made me blush. After I left him I found my first class choir and saw my friends for the first
time in like a week I was so happy to see them and we had a group hug well I
just hugged them. My best friend Gloria was ecstatic because she was a grade
above me, like almost all my friends were, and we were in the same class
together. Rose on the other hand hates getting hugged and punched me in the
stomach. We then sat together, the only good part of that day was that we all
were second sopranos, that is all I really was happy about all day. When I told
them what happened to me that morning they thought it was stupid that the high
school did not have enough lockers for everyone. They said, “Maybe they are just being mean to the freshmen." I told them how could the school do that by putting a cute guy and me together
in a locker. They thought by me saying that Jacob was cute that I liked him
which I don’t it’s just that I’m a sucker for dark blond hair and blue green
eyes all of which Jacob had. I said this to them and they did not believe me of
course. I told them that I did not want to date this year because I was trying
to figure out what I wanted to do, and boys would just be a distraction they
just shook their heads like that was never going to happen. What I told them
was true I didn’t decide yet if I want to do something with art or become a
teacher. I was really mad at them for shaking their heads, but I forgave them
because just then the bell rang. Finding my 1b class
was hard because all the numbers were mixed up on the doors and I did not go to
orientation. It was just after me and Alex broke up so I really did not want to
go. Any way I finally found my 1b class which was heath, and when I got there the
door was closed so I had to knock on it finally the door open and my middle
school heath teacher Mrs. B***h real name Mrs. Birch was the one opening it. She
asked me where my pass was I said that it was the first day of school and that
I did not know where this room was. She looked at me in
the eyes and said, “If you are ever late again you will get a detention and now
that you know that go get a pass."I then left and got a pass. When I returned I
again had to knock on the door Mrs. B***h opened it again I gave her the pass,
and she let me in as soon as I got in every one started laughing. At first I thought it was at me then I looked
at the board where someone put Mrs. B***h then I started laughing as well. Finding a seat was hard because there were so
many people in the room when I found my seat it was right next to Alex. The
whole class period he did not talk to me, look at me, nothing which is not like
him at all even if he is mad at me. I tried starting a
conversation because I knew all the rules already I said, “I saw you with that
girl outside, and I want to say that I’m ok with you dating other girls, I have
gotten over breaking up." Then I waited for him to say something but he never
did because just after I said that the bell rang. My second block class was easy to find and it was right next
to the lunch room the only thing I was worried about was that it was science
and we might have to dissect some things. After he went over the rules he asked
if we had any questions so I asked him if we had to dissect anything his answer
was no but we are apparently going to build something at the end of the term he
did not say what though. When he said this all I could think was oh crap I
can’t make or build anything to save my life. The bell rang time for lunch now I finally see my friends,
but I just realized I forgot my money in my bag in the locker so I run out to
my and Jacobs locker and I see Jacob standing there looking like he did not
know where to go so I go up to him and say that it is time for lunch he said he
knew that he just forgot what our locker combo was. I reminded him what it was
by saying it out loud as I opened our locker. He got his money I got
mine then my friend Gloria came over and said to Jacob, “so you’re the guy
Angel was talking about during choir and she was right you are cute”. I was so
mad at her that I grab her arm and pulled her to the door outside, and she was
screaming the whole way. I let her go and said,
“Why did you have to say that in front of him? You totally embarrassed me and
yourself by saying that.” She started saying she was sorry and that it was sops
to be a joke. I told her that it was ok I should have not reacted in that way I
was just pissed because I had a bad day. She looked at me and we started
laughing as we left the high school to go get lunch. Ending up at the pig we
got our food and sat outside where people were just staring at us like we were
not sups to be there and talking about my brother who is weird and is a junior
in the high school. We left because I felt that it was rude that they were say
mean things about my brother in front of me when they all knew who I was. When
we left me being the klutz that I am I fell down the steps not even realizing that
they were there and everyone started laughing. I said, “Well this is just perfect I have been having a bad
day and now I fall. Great just great." Gloria helped me up and we walked back to
the school together because I messed up my ankle. We went to the office and
they gave me an ice pack telling me that I should get my ankle checked out, but
that it was near the end of the school day so they would not let me go home.
They basically said I could go home if my ankle swells up anymore then it was
and if it turns darker they will also let me go home. When they were saying
this I was thinking oh crap I can’t go weight lifting for awhile if my ankle is
broken and I already had a bad day, and I can’t go today because of this stupid
ankle John is going to be so pissed. Then the bell rang and me and Gloria left
the office me holding on to Gloria because it hurt really bad just putting my
foot on the ground in fact it hurt so bad that whenever I did that my eyes
started watering. Gloria asked me if I could go the rest of the way by myself
because we had different classes I said yes not saying to her that when I put
my weight on that foot that it hurts. Going the rest of the way to my and Jacobs
locker was probable almost as painful as having a baby I thought in my mind
that day later I found out that is not the case. When I got there the locker was already open
and Jacob was standing in front of the inside of the locker. I said to Jacob, “Hi can you grab my notebook and folder for
me." He turned around with a questioning look on his face then he saw that I kept
picking my right leg up and when I put it down I would barely put my weight on
it. He asked what happen I said I was being a klutz and forgot that there were
stairs going down from the area where I and Gloria were sitting. He then asked
what was my next class I said it was English.
He said he did not have that next but he could help me get to it I said
yes then thank you my face burning the whole time for looking so stupid and helpless. He and I found my class which was not that hard to get to and
then he said good bye and I said thank you again. He left as I was hobbling
inside the English room. When I asked the teacher if I could sit in the back
because of my ankle he said no. This made me feel like he was going to be a
horrible teacher and that I was going to do badly in this class. The whole time
I was in that room I had to keep my leg up until it fell because the leg fell
asleep then I screamed in pain and got sent to the office again. At the office they said the same thing to me before except
that they called my mom to come pick me up so that I could get my ankle checked
out but that my mom did not answer their phone call so they called an
ambulance. They also said that my brother was there to go in the ambulance with
me so my mom could know I was safe. Then the ambulance came, and I finally saw
my ankle the first time in what felt like an hour it looked horrible it was
like this huge blue/purple ball that was around my foot that was at a weird
angle. At the hospital I got told that my ankle was broken in two
different places and that they had to put it into a cast. Once my foot was in
the cast and I was in the recovery room my mom came into the room. She asked what
happened and I told her we both laughed at what happened. Then the nurse came
in with some crouches and said it would take me 8 weeks for my ankle to heal.
She said I would need physical therapy and that I might not be able to do
sports after the six weeks are done because it might hurt the bones even more. It
took me two months to finally be able to weigh lift and throughout that whole
two months I was in really bad pain. I also got a new found respect for
physical therapy and it made me decide I wanted to help people so I thought of
being a nurse which is what I felt was right for me and I still do. I told my
mom that I wanted to be a nurse and she told me about the time that she thought
of being a nurse. She had a horrible time by getting really grossed and getting
sick. I told her I would love it and that I was going to be a nurse no matter
what she thought of it because I’m not the same person as her. She believed me
and that was the end of our conversation from that day on I was happier for a
few days until I accidently grabbed Jacob’s notebook for my last block which
was Spanish I looked inside the notebook thinking it was mine until I read it. The
notebooks first page was really weird and said this exactly.
Jacob 1/29/13 When I first saw her I thought she
was a figment of my imagination even though I saw my ex before I saw her so it
couldn’t have been. Then I saw her again going to the same locker and she
smelled so good which made me hungry. I
knew I would not be able to be by her if we shared a locker cause all I wanted
to do at that time was to be by myself, and to not hurt anyone ever again. She
took my not being her locker partner very badly which means she thought I did
not want to be her locker partner because she is a girl. I did not want to seem
like a jerk so I decided I could live with her as long as she stayed away from
me. The only issue I have with this plan is that I want to get to know her
because she could be the one I have been waiting for, for so long. I just hope
she is the one I have been expecting to help me NOT KILL ANYONE ANYMORE. I have
been staying away from people by myself by killing animals there not as good,
but they help me not kill anyone. She will help me more though by curing me
once I find her. If this girl is her, she will have to be told what I am, which
I’m not going to like because most girls freak out right away. Jacob 2/13/13 She is the person I have been waiting
for I saw her in a dream last night helping me turn back to a normal person. That was the first page it freaked me out at first to read it
but then again I had a dream about him a few nights ago. The dream was about
him telling me what he is, and then I’m helping him turn back into a human at
the end though I lose him. I thought isn’t
that a weird dream, but then I remembered I get dreams like that all the time.
So after class I went to go talk to him and say to him that I had just read his
diary, but he was nowhere to be seen then I remembered he was gone today. S**t
I said in my head then I started packing to go home because it was the end of
the day. When I got into the door of my house I saw him, I was a
little scared at first but then chilled out when I saw that he was alone. I got
scared again thinking why is he alone in my house. He looked at me and said, “We need to talk.” © 2013 song writerAuthor's Note
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