A Past Love Of A Broken Girl

Hello, I know I haven't used this in a while. But I have been working on a lot of stuff. But hopefully I'll start posting more again. I will try, school is getting pretty busy and work and life....all that stuff. But I hope you like my little piece I wrote. 

A Past Love

In reality, I knew it wasn’t a good idea from the start. I knew if I continued down this road, it'll only lead to pain. Yet I allowed myself to do it anyway. Why? Because part of me hoped – wished – that it'll end up alright. But yet, I ended up here. Alone.  

I don't know exactly where it started. But if  I had to pick a a moment, it would be the day he stopped my tears by making me laugh and smile. As a child, I always felt different, set apart. I went through many hardships but I never cried in front of another. Yet there I was, in front of boy I wasn't that close to. And he made me smile, bringing me out of my sorrows and filled with joy.  From then on, my feelings kept on growing.  

I would always be around him, be attentive, and watchful of him. He always was on my mind. My love only grew with each passing moment. Each little brush of fingers, meaningful glances across the room, teasing words and caring comments. By the time I realised I loved him, it was too late. he belonged to someone else.  

Maybe I was too late. Maybe I just never stood a chance. I wouldn't know, or at least I didn't know. Maybe if I told him sooner. Not during a night of intoxication. Maybe if I had not waited so long. Maybe it would have been different, if I made a move. Instead of waiting, waiting for a sign to tell me he loved me too.   

Sometimes it gets too much. Sometimes it's ok to be afraid. Afraid to love. Afraid to get hurt. Afraid to move on. But love makes a person stronger. But love also destroys. And that's what my love did. It destroyed. It made me feel so low, yet so high. It made me feel like the happiest person. It made me see the light within the darkness. Yet at the same time, I could never have it. My love was a sweet drug, that I was addicted to. I couldn't get enough. But letting go of it so fast was a crushing feeling. Quitting the compelling feeling of just being near him, was devastating. I felt lost, I didn't know who I was anymore.  

As a person grows, they come to accept their past. They forget, or at least move on from the things they held onto so desperately. One may never heal from a broken heart. It may leave a scar which will never go away. But a broken heart can always be put together again. It may be fragile and delicate. But it will one day be whole again and be able to love again. That is the only hope, for someone like myself has. Faith that one day, we'll be able to move on, fix our broken hearts and give it to someone else. Someone who would take it and  watch over it with such tenderness and carefulness, that you wont have to worry about it being broken, once again. 



AUTHORS NOTE
 This piece is not really a store, to me its's more like a monologue. It not really super linked to my life but it does inspire me a little to accept that it's ok to be sad at times. It's ok to cry over things. That's what I was trying to show in this piece. It's pretty different from my last pieces but I like it. 

Last Moments.

Cold, windy, and majestic.

Three words that described that day. I remember it being the first few days of spring; the flowers blooming the various colors of the rainbow, the sudden changes of the wind that blew through my dyed red hair. It wasn’t a bright red, it was a rosewood. I deeply admired the color, it went well with my pale skin and my gray eyes. I remember wearing my favorite white dress, that blew slightly up every so often. It was short -only reaching to my knees- allowing the grass to tickle my skin. The smell of nature engulfed my senses as the time, surrounding me in the blanket of its warmth.  

I waited for him, patiently. He had surprised me, by sneaking up behind me. I was so scared, that I screamed ever so slightly. I remember looking at him with a smile trying to break through. My eyes always brightened around him, he was my world, my everything.

“Julia”, he said my name in a way that made me melt on the inside. He wrapped his arms around me, and we stayed like that- no words passing between us. I felt my heart race and myself melt into his embrace. He pulled away first, cupping the sides of my face. I stared into his blue eye, lost in their serenity. “I need to tell you something”.

I looked at him with confusion, unsure of what he might say. I was terrified yet intrigued. I stayed quiet but nodded, as a way to let him continue.

He stared at me, as if trying to prolong this moment. “I’m moving”.

I tried to not hear those words. Those horrid words that seemed daunting on me.

“When?”. I was unable to say anything else, scared that I’ll end up bursting into tears.

“In two weeks”

“Where?”

“To New York”

“So what are we going to do?”

“I don’t know.”

I knew that this was the end, these last two weeks then we’ll part ways. The first tear fell slowly, I tried to hold them back but it only made it worse. My head fell into the plums of my hands as I wept, quietly. I felt his arms hold me in his warm embrace- a place that I felt free and buoyant within. I knew these moments will now become the most precious to me, these final moments full of sorrow. We knew it was going to be hard for us, but we both had to move on with our lives. I knew what I had to say, words that I was always too scared to use, I finally needed to use them before it was too late.

“ I love you”.

My Façade 

Pretty, blond and rich.

The three things I hear constantly when people describe me. I never hear the end of it, everyone around me thinks this way, and no one ever really tries to really get to know me. They all see me for my money and nothing else. I never had a genuine friend ever.

It wasn't all this way, there was a time people actually were my friends, and not some person who liked me for my money. There was this one girl named Lynda, she was the closest I ever got to a friend. She was in my grade 6 class; we sat right next to each other.  Back then no one knew of my father’s fortune. I don’t remember exactly how it happened but when everyone found out about my Dad they all jumped to be my friend. At first I didn't care because I had Lynda. However one day Lynda started to ask for things, she would constantly ask me for money. I didn't know she was using me until she asked me to hang out one day at my house, and I caught her stealing jewellery from my parents’ room. Ever since then I stopped trying to gain friends.

Soon after that I got a reputation, I became colder and more sinister. I used my money the way I wanted and I didn't care about anything else. No one dared to argue with me, them being too afraid of what I might do to them. I was stuck up and I knew it. I always knew it.

But then there are those nights, I lay at home, by myself, as everyone else goes hangs out with people. I knew that it was hard for me to find real friends; I was always too scared of someone using me again. It was a pain, knowing that everywhere I go; I want people to have that connection with people.

Most days I want it all to end. Everyone thinks I have the perfect life, but I don’t. My parent are never home, most think this is a good thing, sometimes I think so too. But I also think it’s lonely. Never having anyone around, it becomes so lonely.

No one knows, no one understands and that’s because I'm known as the pretty, rich and blond girl.

Author's note

I wrote this short narative for english class. We were meant to take a character and show a day in their lives. She let us choose from 6 pair of shoes. I wanted to show a deeper side to character most people judge in a crude way because of their social back round. And I feel like this story really showed something more to someone in an unexpected way. 

SHORT STORY: The Boy Who Stole Her Heart

This is another short, I wrote a few days ago. Please enjoy. 

The Boy Who Stole Her Heart

She walked out of the bus and breathed in the cold winter air. She was  freezing, the cold winds sent a shiver through her body.

She looked around her at first noticing the group of teenagers around her age walking to the traffic lights. She walked in their direction, heading the same way. She glanced around and thought she saw something familiar, a pair of light brown khaki. She ignored it for a second and let her gaze remain on the ground.

She looked up for a second but it had been enough to see him. Her world seemed to brighten. She looked at him and he looked at her, she felt a smile consume her face.

She was happy.

She forgot the last time she really smiled for anyone. She'd usual need to try to make sure a smile was on her face, that she looked like she was happy.

They looked at each other for only a short few seconds but she felt like time was moving slowly. She wished they could stay like that, just smiling as they saw each other.

But time seemed to move forward once again and she noticed the people around her had started to cross the street. She forced herself to shift her gaze from him. Once she looked away she felt her happiness begin to slip out of her fingers.

She reached the other side and looked back to him. He had finished crossing the street with his friends. He wasn't looking at her but another girl. He was laughing like she told him the funniest joke he ever heard.

She looked at him for a few more moments. Staring at how he looked so content, so happy without her.

She tore her gaze away and cross the street once more.

She wanted to cry, her urge to cry was stronger then it ever been before. She knew they were never in a relationship but they were perfect for each other. Even all of the people who knew both of them saw it too. She remembered the time his mom had asked her if she liked him. At that time she just laughed and said "I just care for him". But now she knew, she knew she had handed him her heart long ago.

She felt her eyes water as she neared her destination. She held in her breath hoping it'll stop the tears from falling.

Part of her wanted to head home as fast as possible but the other had wanted to run back to him. To throw her arms around him and never let go. She kept walking straight, trying to regain control of her emotions.

She walked into her house and went straight to her room. She sat there and cried. She knew he will never feel the same way. They were friends for year, practically family. But she knew how she felt, she knew how much tears she shed over him.

He was her biggest fear but also the only thing that was able to make her happy. Without him she felt nothing. She felt like the world didn't matter, that she didn't matter. She was lonely, she was stuck in the dark.

But then he would come around and she felt alive. She felt like life meant something again. She would look at him and see him for who he was, for all of his faults and still loved him. He was able to make her laugh, a full hearted laugh.

It was as if she was trapped in a locked room by herself. The room dark and scary. But then when he was with her, the room door would open and the light will stream in and she'll stop feeling lonely, the emotion replaced by happiness.

And it was all because of him. The boy she fell in love with before she knew what love was. 

End

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I kinda wanted to play on the idea of a small short part of someone's life and this seemed like a nice idea. When I wrote this I was trying to show how hard it its to love another person, especially if they don't feel the same way. I'll try to write a little more but I'm currently working on a bigger project, hopefully I'll get that complete soon. Thank you for reading. 

SHORT STORY: The Dark Behind The Smile

THE DARK BEHIND THE SMILE 

• This is a story I wrote for English class. 
• TRIGGER-WARNING, Do not read if you're easily triggered by anything 
• Mentions of self-harm, anorexia, depression and suicide

From the Author(me) - Please do not read if you are not okay with the warnings above. The story is something I came up with in class for a project and to help people understand the mind of someone with these thoughts think. I came up with the story and it's completely mine no one else's so if you think you've this story somewhere then I didn't know about it. As far as I know this is a piece of work owned by me.  Please do enjoy reading. 

P.S 

There are double endings the first one is less detailed about her thoughts and the other one goes into more detail. Read which ever one is better for you. I warned you, so be careful. 

The dark behind the smile

Emma walked into the school

prepared to handle the day. She wore her black tights with her favourite blue loose shirt and to top it off a brown knitted cardigan, she had bought recently. She walked through the hallways with a smile on her face, the brightest one she could make.

Emma saw some of her friends near her locker. They all had looked over at her and smiled. Once she reached them they all started to talk about the new gossip in the school. She laughed along with them but she longed to be somewhere else. She looked at each of her friends faces, her face wondering. She looked down at herself for a moment as if contemplating if something that was extremely important.

She reached for her sleeves subconsciously, a gesture she had gotten used to in the recent months. She often wore long sleeves, using the excuse that she was cold. She never lied about it, she was cold. Even though the winter months had just passed and the spring weather was warm enough to wear shorter clothes. She was cold, her body felt cold to the touch.

Her friend, Jenny, had called her name. She wasn't sure how long she was calling her but when she looked up to see her friend's face only a few inches away from hers, she had known it was for a quite some time.

“Come on, let’s get to class” she hooked her arm into Emma’s and started to gently drag her to their first period.

As Emma sat in class she was staring outside the window. The sun was shining and was starting to pour in through the glass. The light blinded her, making her yearn to be away from it but she stayed not asking to change spots with another person in the class. Something about being surrounded by that light was comforting even though she knew that feeling will be gone soon enough.

Soon lunch had come. She walked with her friends to the school’s cafeteria. The food wasn’t bad but it made her stomach churn. She hadn't eaten it but the smell of it was unsettling. She never often ate lunch, she felt it was a waste of time. When her mother tried to pack her a lunch she’ll simply leave it at home.

As Emma and her friends sat there they talked some more. A girl in the corner of the room was crying. From their distance they were able to hear it. Part of Emma wanted to comfort the girl but she sat still.

“That’s pathetic. If she’s going to cry she should do it somewhere else” One of her friends had said. Emma had gone completely still waiting to hear more.

“I know right. She probably does at home.” The girls laughed but Emma stayed quiet.

“Isn't she the girl who caught her boyfriend cheating on her” another laugh but this time Emma chuckled too but her urge to comfort the girl strengthened.

“I don’t even understand how she got a boyfriend. She’s just so fat” another laugh.

Emma sat there knowing there’s no way to escape her friends. They were harsh and cruel but they were all she had. She sat there watching them eat their food. Jenny had offered her some but she had refused. Pulling on her cardigan making sure the sleeves hadn't fallen.

She went to her next class and felt more of a relief. None of her friends were in her afternoon classes. She sat in the classroom not listening to the teacher. Her hands came up to lightly scratch her arms before she winced.

The final bell rang and a rush of relief had washed over her. She hurried to her locker to grab her bag, pushing any of the books she didn't need back into her locker. She swung her bag onto her back and looked back down. She smiled slightly as if she accomplished something, then headed straight for the exit.

She met Jenny at the corner store near the school. Jenny had insisted on buying candy after school. They walked into the store and saw some of the other kids from her school were there.

Emma and Jenny walked out of the store with a bag full of candy. Jenny was complaining about one of her afternoon teachers. Emma was barely listening most of her attention was focus on keeping her urges down. She looked around, noting she was close to her house. She was almost relieved at the thought but that relief was extinguished by the thought of what laid ahead of her.

They had reached Jenny's house, which was a few minute walk away from Emma's house. They had hugged then waved farewell.

Emma walked down the side-walk, keeping her eyes off the few passing cars. She could hear them as they passed by her. She pulled out her phone and stuck her headphones in her ears as she pressed play.

The music deafening to the ear but relaxing. The lyrics resonating with how she felt at the moment. The song changed and so did the speed she walked. Time seemed to slow and the minutes seemed to pass like hours. Each song was a story and each story had represented a fragment of her feelings.

She tugged on her cardigan again as another car passed by her. She was close to her house but it felt so far, so foreign to her. Her body started to sag, her footsteps slowing even more in pace. Her entire being knew what laid ahead and wasn't pleased by it.

She reached the driveway and looked up at the house. She lived there for years, yearning for her release from the place. The house seemed cold as if no family lived there.

She walked into the house sighing from the knowledge of what’s to come. No one was home at the moment. Her mother worked and wouldn't be home until six in the evening and her father was normally never home until the late into the night. Emma had no siblings, she was an only child.

She sat in her living room, enjoying the fact that she was home alone. She knew that once her father stepped through the door all of her peace would be gone.

She sat there for quite some time before she heard the front door open. She scrambled to get to her room before he saw her.  Her heartbeat was fast and she frightened.

"Get me a beer" her father yelled from the living room, he had saw her right before she got out of the room.

She rushed to the kitchen and grabbed the beer from the fridge. It was cold to the touch and sent a shiver down her spine. She walked back to the living room in a hurry. She handed the man she knew as her father the drink.

He grabbed the beer and turned on the TV, switched it to the sports channel. She waiting in fear until he showed her off.

She ran up to her room and locked the door. Her breath short and uneven as she clenched at her chest. She should've felt relieved but she was more afraid, scared and unsure.  She glanced at the clock on the desk near her bed. Her mother should've been back by that time.

She walked towards the window and saw her mother's car pull up in the driveway. She watched as her mother's face fell onto her hands on the steering wheel. She stayed like that for a moment before she finally got out of the car. Emma watched her mother take out a few bags from the trunk of the car before she travelled up to the front door.

Emma knew what was going to happen, it happened every day. She laid on her bed and heard her mother's voice. The yelling was normal for her, Emma had gotten used to it in the recent months. She pushed her headphones in her ears and tried to drown out the voices by the beat of the music. She soon fell asleep to the sound of the drums. 

Emma's mother had woken her up by knocking on her door a few times. Emma had gotten out of bed and looked down at herself. She pulled down the sleeves of her cardigan before she stepped out of her room.

She saw her mother put food on the table and wave her hand as a way to inform her to sit down. She stared at the food with cold eyes. She felt her stomach churn and she tried her best not to show her disgust.

"I'll eat in my room" Emma grabbed her plate and headed back to her room. She locked the door behind her and placed the plate of food on her desk. She sat on her bed debating what to do, she looked at the food and her face finally showed the disgust she felt. She grabbed the plate and scrapped all the food in the garbage can near her door, making a mental note to throw it out later. She placed the plate back on the desk and sat on her bed.

END #1

Emma stared at the mirror across from her bed. She saw herself and started to think. That's when it started. She stayed still for some time. The sun started to disappear from the sky and she knew she was done. She knew she won't survive the night. She felt herself let go. She felt her eyes start to water and her breath shorten. She clenched at her chest as the tears fell down her cheeks.

Once the sun had fully set, she had given up completely. The darkness had finally consumed her.

END #2

The sun was starting to set when she finally moved. Emma had headed into the bathroom that was across from her room. Once she entered she locked the door and undressed. Emma made sure the water was warm to the touch. She entered the shower and the water drenched her.

The water should've soothed her but it had burned. It had burned when it came into contact with the fresh skin. She closed her eyes and tried not to let it affect her. She showered quickly then headed as fast as possible to her room and locked the door.

She slipped on her sleeping shorts and a shirt. Only when she was in her room by herself would she show this much skin. She looked into the mirror with disgust at what she saw. She stared at all the scars on her skin. They covered her body, from her arms to her legs.

Emma tried to recall what her skin looked like before all of this but that was so long ago that she had forgotten.  She started to hold her stomach and she felt its emptiness. She hadn't eaten in two days. Her last meal had been small, she only ate because her mother had made her go eat dinner with her and her friends.

Emma smiled as she looked at the outline of her body. She hated eating, it made her feel fat whenever something entered her stomach. She felt as if each time she ate the food it would make her even fatter than she was.

She remember what happened earlier that day. She remembered the girl's cries and her friends' comments. She looked at her body and she started to feel discontent.

My thighs are too fat.

I can't see my shoulder blades yet.

I can't see my ribs yet.

I can't see my bones yet.

She started to cry at the thought. She started it rip at her skin as if trying to tear it off all the fat on her body. She was mad at herself for not being skinnier, for being so fat.

She went to sit on her bed hoping it'll help.

You're ugly and fat, no wonder he dumped you.  

She started to sob harder. She knew what was happening. Her thoughts weren't her own, it was as if something was inside her, controlling her.

No one will ever love you if you look like that

She was crying and gasping for air. She hated how much truth was behind the voice. With her shaking hands she opened her drawer.

She cried as the blood dripped down her arm. She watched as it fell onto the sheets of her bed.

He never loved you.

Her vision became blurred, covered in red all over. She couldn't see her skin anymore, her entire body was engraved in red.

Emma cried harder than she ever had before. She wanted it to end, to have all the pain disappear.

She stopped crying and stared at herself in the mirror. Emma could see her eyes were red and her face flushed from the lack of oxygen. She clenched at the spot where her heart was as it beat so loud that she felt the sound was bouncing of the walls of her room. In the distance she could hear the faint hiccup-like breaths coming from her mouth.

Emma looked down to see what she had done. Her arms and thighs covered in blood. She knew she couldn't handle it any more. She knew the pain had to end. She looked into her eyes in the mirror once more and knew there was no more point. The light that once was there was already gone, it had been gone for a long time now.

Emma knew she was just a walking corpse; Death had already taken her soul. She was just a body now walking the Earth.

Emma laid in her bed as she felt the light drain out her eyes. Hoping her wish to end it all had finally been granted. 

Author's note.

~~~Please do not be sad, I wanted to write a story which shows the harsh reality of people who do this to themselves. Most people don't realize that this is how most suicidal people feel, how people with all these mental illnesses feel inside. I should know, my two best friends have depression and I see them go through this. One of them more serious then the other but both are diagnosed with depression. It hurts me to see them struggle but they are so strong because they resist the urge to finally let it end. I hope after reading this you'll understand that depression, self-harm, anorexia, or any mental illness isn't a joke. That people with anorexia aren't the people who are skinny enough to see their bones but the ones who barely eat all day, who worry about gaining a pound, who calculate their calories like crazy. People who self-harm don't do it to get attention, they either do it because they think they deserve it or because the physical pain helps cope with the mental pain. All of this isn't a joke. ~~~~

Thank You For Reading My Story.  

The story of our lives: chapter 3

The next day I go through my normal routine. Take a shower, get dressed and head out the door to catch the bus. Walk up a few flights of stairs and walk into Tea Club. 

As I talk with the others, my phone goes off. I have a message. I quickly check it and notice that it's from Julia. 

"Get to the front"

Guess it's important. I get up and wave goodbye to the others. 

"Bye Taylor. Have a pleasant damn day" Mark calls from behind me. 

I take the main stairwell down to the first floor to meet Julia. She's alone. I walk up to her. "Hey. So what's up" 

"So remember Marcus" she say right away. She starts walking and I accompany her along the way. 

"Yeah. What about him?" 

"Well we're, kinda, dating right now" she says in a low voice. 

I stay quiet for a minute and let it register. Julia. One of my best friends. Just got in a relationship. With some guy he barely knows. "What the hell! You barely know him. You could've at least tried to figure out who he is before you go off and get in a relationship with him" 

"I didn't ask your opinion. I just thought you should know. Anyway, I do know him. We've been talking all day." She flips her hair and looks at me in the eyes. " I know all these things about him. I'm just like that. I'm able to understand people. It's just something I could do." 

"Fine then. I'm trusting you on this one. " I say then continue walking. I go to my first class. And then wait for it to be over. 

At lunch, Julia and I hang out with Marcus.

The day passes quite quickly. Marcus isn't the ideal guy that I think someone my age should date. He screams bad news. He's already above the age limit, so Julia is breaking that rule by being with him. Also there is the fact that he smokes. Smoking is something that makes me lose my respect for someone. I, personally, respect everyone in the beginning but their actions and choices change my views on them and also if I respect them or not, and him smoking is a huge disappointment for me. 

The day finishes, Julia and I walk around the school killing time until we need to go catch out bus. Marcus wasn't with us. As we walked around the school we pass a couple kissing. We don't mind at first, we keep walking. Then the second time we pass them we actual look to see who it is. To our surprise its Marcus and some girl. 

Julia and I are shocked. Marcus notices that we are there and he immediately has this guilty look on his face. I grab Julia's arm and pull her out of the school and walk straight to the bus. We get on the first bus that comes. For the entire trip we stay quite. 

Julia's boyfriend had just cheated on her.   

The story of our lives: Chapter 2

Simon Adrian. You could say he's the guy I like right now. But that doesn't really apply at the same time. In my own words he's the object of my affection for the time being, or the thing that distracts me of my "one-sided love" conflict going on right now. Simon has short brown hair and these rich brown eyes. He's way taller then me, I need to look up to see him. He has this really cute way of smiling, his smile gets so wide that his eyes start to shut.

I walk past him and try to keep walking forward. We have talked before, it's not like he doesn't know me. We don't talk as much as we used to, but that doesn't mean I don't think about him.

I quickly head back up to the fourth floor to go to my Korean class. Before he starts to talk to me. I kinda ruined things between Simon and I. He apparently had a crush on one of my friends. Or you could say ex-friend due to drama between one of my best friends and her. Well continuing, turns out things were blown out of proportion, resulting in people breaking of friendships. 

I sit down in my spot and take out my books. 

"Hey Tay" I look up to see Natalie. 

"So I see your finally coming to class for once aren't you. What's the special occasion" I reply while giving her a smirk. 

"Nothing really. I just need to come to class every once and a while. Plus I can't risk getting kicked out" 

"Sure. It's not like you're the one exception here" I roll my eyes.

Natalie is in a completely different program the the rest of us here. She's special. She has twice as many courses and is in practically every special group. She has more privileges then the rest of us. And she also has even scores to grade a year earlier then the rest of us. 

We sit together as the teacher starts to gives us the lesson plan of the day. Then we set of to work on different vocabulary exercises. 

"So Tay, Alex said he wanted to talk to me. But I don't know what about. And I'm scared. Like what if he asks me out. Like I know I'll say yes. But I don't want to read too into it. Like I know he pays attention to me more then he's friend that he knew for years. But still, I'm not sure." She tells me, a few seconds after the teacher is done. 

"Well there's one thing for sure don't read too into it. Considering if he doesn't like you and your just over thinking you'll just end up hurting yourself." I reply. 

For the rest of the period Natalie and I talk about boys, music and just about every thing else. Then when the bell rings we both get up, assemble our things, put them away and then leave. 

I walk to my locker, grab my bag place my books back in and put whatever I don't need in my locker. Then I head back down to the third floor for my history class. 

I love and hate this class. I'm very conflicted about it. I love it because is the only class that engages me. That catches my attention and holds it. The teacher, Mrs. Grayson, knows how to speak her words in such a way that it makes history worth learning. However on the other hand this is a normal class. Plus is has Kris in it. He's my biggest mistake and regret. I can't stand to look at him. Sometimes I feel guilty when I look at him. Other times I just want him to go and die or at least just get out of my face so I never have to see him again. Don't get me wrong I'm not the only one who doesn't like him. In fact he caused this himself. The dick-face deserves this treatment.  He's a Homophobe and he also doesn't give two shits about abusing women.  

I sit there in the class waiting for class to end. Mrs. Grayson left us to write out these questions she gave us, they're used as our to leave class for the day. 

Once the bell rings I head back to the front to meet up with Julia. She's with this guy who has this stubble on his face. I don't know him. 

I walk up to her and hug her from behind. "Hello. Who's this?" 

She smile and I let go of her. " This is Marcus. He's part of the sport program. Last minute transfer." She explains. 

"Hey Marcus. I'm Taylor" I introduce myself. 

"Hey" he replies. He's voice is lower the expected. Now that I look at it he doesn't look like a normal student here.

"Well Marcus. Julia and I have plans we'll see you later." I say, pushing Julia to leave. 

"Hey! What was that about" she yells. 

"How old is he?" I ask the moment we get outside. 

"Eighteen. He's an after graduate" she answers. As we head to the bus stop. 

"He's over the age limit. You know that right" I tell her. The bus pulls up ans we head on. We show our I.D cards that indicated that we have special access to transportation at anytime we need.

"I know. But what's going to happen. It's not like I'm going to get in trouble or anything."

"Well you can't it's against the law. I'm not letting you do anything illegal. Not after you shop lifted in front of me, knowing I'm against that type of behavior"

"Can you stop being such a pussy. It's not like anything's going to happen. And, even if something were to happen, what are you going to do about it. Rat me out. Tell the watchers, get me expelled." she starts to get angry and agitated.

Now this is where it all started. This was where the end of a friendship started. This began the road to my story.