Chapter 10: All Time High - All Time Low

Kate went to the emo kid’s side. I glanced over and just realized that the emo kid had wet paper towels on him. Kate must have believed I was taking too long and got them herself. I continued to my first period class. I was roughly late. I opened the door quietly. I thought I could take a stealthy approach to it. I walked in and the whole class stared at me. “Damn,” I said quietly to myself. The teacher glared at me with a puzzled face and asked, “Isac, why are you so tardy?” I quickly answered her question with buoyancy, “family emergency, you can contact my parents if you want to miss.” I doubt she would be able to, so I wasn’t troubled. 

Believe it or not though, she is my favorite teacher, Mrs. Montoya, she is pretty young, her hair is wavy, black, and gently touched her shoulders. She is slightly tanned, wears glasses, no make-up, pearl white teeth, about 5’3”, and has a certain and distinctive passion for teaching. 

“That’s ok Isac, just go ahead and grab a book then take your seat.” I grabbed an older looking book I didn’t recognize. On the cover was a bridge over a petite lake enclosed by faultless trees. The colors were strictly purple and green. Nothing I’ve seen before. 

I spotted Dailynn and smiled at her. She returned my smile as I walked towards the vacant desk beside her. All the boys wanted her, she was a true beauty, but I was the blessed guy she chose. As I sat down she swiftly leaned over and gave me a soft kiss to the cheek. 

Mrs. Montoya continued with her lecture, “Morado y Verde is a book that contains a few short stories of people’s experiences with rare individuals that had one eye green and the other purple…” she continued, but I couldn’t comprehend the world around me any longer. It was as though everything went black yet white, until I heard, “the person with this unique trait has the ability to bestow their loved one superior fortune. Lady luck 100 fold, for example, let’s say a boy was blissfully married with a girl that had this trait. Then they decided to voyage to Vegas, I would bet my life the boy would win the lottery.” 

I quickly raised my hand, the spur of the moment, astonishing even myself, “yes Isac?” The two words signaling me to ask my question, “is there a ‘but’ to the power?” She smiled at my interest in this subject, “for now just be aware of that this trait had no negative reactions to one’s body. Did that answer your question?” I gave an insecure look but answered, “yes miss, thanks.”

She continued, but all that ran through my mind was the verity that I just came across this “rare” trait. I looked into the book and read, “fiction.” I sighed, but in relief or disappointment? Well none of this could be accurate, but if it was…

*ding ding ding*

The bell rang and Dailynn and I stood up simultaneously before everyone. We both exited the class, I gently grabbed her hand and I walked her to her class. We didn’t talk, we didn’t have to. As we approached her class she tenderly, but hastily, kissed my cheek, then looked at her surroundings, and pecked me. I blushed at the unanticipated kiss and she smirked walking into her class.

After school I started walking home till Kate found me and offered me a ride. I willingly accepted the invite and entered her vehicle. I asked Kate about the emo kid we found today and she whispered, “I’m not sure to tell you the truth; I had to leave him, I couldn’t get in any more dilemma.” We both looked at her mom hoping she wasn’t listening on to us. She was too deep into her Aqua music. Her mom was a blonde girly girl. I couldn’t see her and Kate’s resemblance. 

As we approached my house, I grabbed my skate board, and quickly got out. I waved to both Kate and her mother making sure to thank her for the ride. Then I walked up to the front door of my house, but then I froze in my tracks. “Hey Isac, you up to skate?” It was George, he said this in a boastful voice. Who did he think he was talking to, after what had happened today, I wasn’t sure if I ever wanted to remember his existence. I replied, “go suck one.”

I took another step, but then I heard a smirk come from George, then following it, “why don’t you get back at me for what I did? Come on, hit me.” After some thought I replied, “I don’t know what you’re planning, but I know your type, you scheme, manipulate, and you’re miserable. So leave me alone freak.” I said this all in a confident voice, hoping that George wouldn’t sense the nervous blood deep in my veins. 

I continued inside, this time George didn’t interrupt me, but I was regretting the one chance I had to punch his face in. I had to be smart though, he apparently wanted me to hit him. I looked out the window and that b*****d was skating in front of my house. As though he was not fazed by my words. He was pulling off some street tricks that he knew I couldn’t pull off. The next competition was in two days. How was I suppose to beat him, I had no chance unless all the luck in the world was gifted to me. Then, as if my wish was granted, I saw George’s skate board fly in the air. I heard groaning, it was George. Then I heard him scream, “somebody help me,” I would have to be a fool to help him.

No, I am no fool; I stayed inside and slowly closed my curtains. Then I whispered, “let him rot out there for all I care.” I continued on with my daily rituals, eating and computer. After I was bored of the computer I picked up my skate board.

I went outside and started to practice. Tomorrow I had to be twice as better than I am now. Then to my amazement I saw George and his dad pull up to their house. The dad got out, opened the passenger door, and helped George out. George was in a cast, but as the dad helped him I saw no emotions in his eyes. I saw no concern for his son.

But I felt joy overwhelm me; I blushed, turned around, and gleamed a smile wider than I knew I could, passing the boundaries of my grin. I had to truly be the luckiest kid in the world. I popped my skate board up and caught it in mid air. I ran inside feeling like a loser because I wanted to get back on MySpace and change my status to winner. 

I ran to the computer and saw that I already had a message on the computer. It was from George. I really didn’t want to read it. I felt fear from the message, it entered my soul. I had to read it, I opened the message, it read:

“I saw how happy u were 2 c me in a cast. Just cuz ur gonna win 1 comp doesn’t mean anything. When I’m better ur still gonna be the same loser. Well I’m going 2 go look @ the pic I have of u and I kissing that Kev took ;)”

My face went pale in terror; I couldn’t believe the even that was transpiring. An all time high to an all time low. I replied:

“plz George, wat do I have 2 do 2 get the pic back? 2 keep u from telling any1?”

After a couple of the longest minutes in history; George replied, he wrote:

:I need u 2 go 2 the principal’s office in the morning…”

Author's Note

please ignore grammar and sorry that this chapter is kinda boring.