6:30 in the morning and the sun is starting to come up. The day is starting and everything around me is starting to wake up. The birds have begun their early morning song and the sky is turning pink from the sunrise. I guess it’s time for me to get up and get ready for the day.
Today is the first day of high school. For others this is an amazing day. Getting to see your friends again and starting a whole new chapter in life. For me, it’s totally different. I get to see my friends, yeah, but some of my friends hold precious secrets that they don’t know I know. Today is also the day where I count how much time I have left before I leave and never come back.
I’m making the most of whatever time I have left. After all, I want to live life to the fullest. For me, that means speaking up and trying my best to make new friends. I’ve always been the invisible one. Never seen or heard until I’m called on to answer a question. I’ve always blended in and made friends with the people who don’t care about anything anybody says about them. The Populars call them ‘losers’ but I call them ‘Best Friends’.
My best friend is the boy with the dress pants, the collar shirt with the ugliest tie I have ever seen and with the baby face that has the weirdest expressions on it that always make you smile. That boy’s name is Michael Kerrey. Michael has been my friend since the first grade and we’ve best friends ever since. He’s never been the brightest student, but he has potential to do big things in life. He knows more about medical terms/protocols than the school nurse. Maybe one day he can be a big time doctor.
He’s not my only friend I’m looking forward to see. I’ve met a few upperclassmen that I’ve gotten to know. Zaq Saunders. A tall and really skinny junior. He’s about six feet tall with tan skin and light green eyes that stand out in the light and dark short hair. He’s a very nice person, or so it may seem. In the short time it took to get to know him a little bit, I know that he’s deadly. So is Chase Roriad. He’s about five foot six inches with curly dirty blond hair and pretty blue eyes. He keeps to himself when none of his friends are around. He’s sweet and kind I have to admit, he’s kinda cute too, but I can see in his eyes the same thing I saw in Zaq’s. I saw the need to kill. He’s a sophomore, but age doesn’t matter when it comes to murderers. They can be five years old and already be skilled murderers. I should know, my fathers a cop, and he only deals with murder cases. Most of the criminals are over the age of twenty-five, but on the rare occasion there were kids. Kids my age and younger. The youngest one was about seven years old and he murdered his sister.
The first one I met was Amber. Amber’s a short Hispanic junior who plays the trumpet with me in band. She’s really nice and is kind of a nerd. My perfect best friend.
We are completely and utterly different. That makes us the perfect pair of friends. She’s into Comic Con and Star Wars and I’m into Josh Hutcherson and Shopping at Lois Vaton and Dolce Gabbana.
There are times in life where I have thought about death and how I would like to die. That’s only about once ever year. I don’t want to die. Not yet anyways. I’m too young to die. I haven’t even lived my dream. My dream is to be a famous author and someday have my books being read all across the world. It’s a shame I’ll never live that dream.
So, once I got ready, I went downstairs and packed up my bag. I took a good look at me in the mirror and I look fantastic. Just the way I want to start the year. My wavy hair is brown shiny and loose it stops halfway down my back. I’m dressed in jean shorts and blue T-shirt and converse high-tops. Casual but still pretty cute. I have no makeup on. I’m not allowed anyways.
I grab an apple and head outside where my mother is waiting for me to drive me to school. My mother is very punctual and is always worried about being late. So instead she thinks to herself and we are late that way she’ll drive a bit faster then her usual snail’s pace and get me to school extremely early.
So I waved my mother goodbye and entered the school. I walked in and turned right into the commons where Michael was already there in his black old-man-shoes, beige dress pants, yellow collar short sleeve shirt with an abstract yellow tie. He saw me and put on one of his weird expressions. This one his eyes are squinted and his smile is really wide which creates wrinkles around his nose and it squishes his baby face. I laughed and he got up and opened his arms.
“Happy Monday!” He greeted. I rolled my eyes and laughed.
“Happy Monday,” I said returning the greeting. I looked around I didn’t see a brief case. I smiled in relief. This is a good way to start off the year.
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It’s time for lunch. I buy food in the cafeteria and decide to eat with my junior friends. They sit in the commons at the round table closest to the 100 wing.
Zaq is laughing as something Amber said and I sit down with a smile. Zaq greets me with a quick solute and a serious face. I laugh and wave. I wave at Amber and she continues to look at her IPod screen. It takes a while to register that she’s reading something. Something funny because she’s laughing as she reads them.
I’m laughing to the point where I’m so close to tears. I keep glancing at Zaq and
every time I do I meet his gaze. Deep inside his eyes is something deadly. Seeing him though, I can’t picture him deadly at all. He’s such a nice guy. Then again, I see something hidden in the green of his eyes.
Something violent and most of all, something murderous. That’s when the bell rang and I walked with them to my next class
After about two hours and fifteen minutes the school day is over. I chose to walk home. It’s a pretty far walk, but I need the fresh air. I’m not carrying anything more then a few notebooks in my bag.
“Hey, wait up!” I heard a voice behind me. I turn around and it was Zaq jogging to catch up with me. I smiled and waited.
“Hi,” I said I continued to walk.
“Walking home?” He asked keeping pace with me. I looked into his eyes and that something is more present then ever before. I decide to play it safe.
I shook my head, “Nope, I’m headed towards Johnny’s. Gonna grab some food for dinner, then I have to go pick up my brother from MJS and then I’m going home,” I lied, “You?” I am a good liar. It’s a horrible thing to be good at, but it can come in handy in a situation like this.
“Yeah, I live close to Johnny’s,” He laughed and I giggled some.
“Of course you do,” I said sarcastically.
“Where are you from?” He asked suddenly.
“From New jersey?” I raised my eye brow and gave him a perplexed look.
“No, no I meant like what heritage are you? You don’t look Italian . . .” His voice trailed off as he studied me.
“I’m Colombian,” I answered. This information can’t hurt me in any way so I might as well just say it.
“Nice! I’m Qatari,” He said.
“Qatari? What the fuck is that?” I asked. Qatar? I have never heard of that before now. From my point of view it sounds like guitar.
“It’s only the best middle east country!” He said. You can tell from the tone of his voice that he’s got some good nationalism for Qatar. I’m not a big fan of the Middle East. I’ve never even heard of some the countries there. I really don’t bother my time with it.
“Well then, that’s good to know,” We laughed some and then we made it to Johnny’s. I waved goodbye to Zaq and he went the opposite way I’m going. He didn’t look back, but just on the safe side I went inside and bough a soda. When I couldn’t see
him anymore, I left the restaurant and speed walked home.
When I got there, I went inside and locked the doors. I went to my room and pulled the shades. The last thing I need is to get attacked. Just thinking about Zaq gets me nervous.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I heard my brother say. I turned around and glared at him.
“First of all, why the fuck are you in my room and second, I’m pulling down the shades,” I crossed my arms across my chest.
“Yeah but why?”
I shrugged, “I want to take a nap and it’s too bright in here,” I can’t tell my brother what’s going on. He’ll be an ass about it and tell mother. Mother will tell Father and Father will investigate. Nothing good ever happens when Father investigates. Danny looked at me weird then backed away closing my door. Jesus why doesn’t that kid just mind his own business? It’s bad enough he lives across from me and he’s able to hear everything that’s going on in my room, just as I can hear everything going on in his room. It’s extremely annoying.
So I decided to take a nap. I’m exhausted from the really long day at school. I closed my eyes and curled up on my bed. It took me a while to fall asleep, but somehow I managed to get a few hours.