"Sweetie," my mom said, "I think it's about time you got to your homework."
I sighed and got up from my place on the couch, where I had been curled up reading a book. "I guess you're right," I said. Putting my book down I got up and walked over to my book bag which was lying on the floor. I tugged my binder out and walked up the stairs to my room. Once inside, I closed the door and sunk down in my chair. I opened my binder and stared at it for a while. I did not feel like studying today. I sighed. I stretched. I rolled my shoulders. I yawned. I stared out the window. I played with my hair. I stared at the wall. I stared at the ceiling. I stared at the dust on my window mantle. I stared out the window some more.
I did not want to study.
I glared at my binder and willed it to disappear.
Groaning, I decided to suck it up and just do it. So, for the next hour, I studied and did my homework. After I was finished, I moved onto the next subject and kept going. I didn't stop until I heard my mom calling me for dinner. Getting up, I walked downstairs.
Two hours later I snuggled further into my bed and tried to fall asleep for the thousandth time. I turned on my back and closed my eyes, forcing myself to be completely still. Ignoring all the general normal night noises, I tried to drift off. I tried counting to a hundred, a thousand, a hundred thousand, but I was still awake. I groaned into my pillows and glanced at the clock. It was now midnight. Fantastic. I turned onto my stomach and shoved my face into the pillows. My thigh started to itch. I tried to ignore it and focused on falling asleep, but it was soon the only thing on my mind. Reaching down, I scratched it, and then I flipped back over onto my back. Staring at the ceiling, I wondered what everyone else was doing at this moment. Most people were probably asleep. Turning on my side, I stared at my light blue walls. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about anything at all. I stayed like that for what felt like forever. Giving in and opening my eyes, I glanced at the clock. It was now two o'clock. Two hours had passed? I sighed and sat up fully, realizing that I wasn't going to be able to fall asleep any time soon.
I quietly tip-toed across my room and downstairs, careful not to make too much noise so that I wouldn't wake my mom. Padding across the living room, I eased open the front door and stepped outside. I was immediately hit with a cold blast of air. Shivering, I walked down the driveway until I reached the end. I glanced down the street, and was pleased to see that I was absolutely alone. Sitting down on the curb, I wrapped my arms around myself and blew my warm breath on my hands. I closed my eyes and leaned up against the mailbox. Letting the cold air close around me, a small smile played across my face.
Closing my locker, I turned and began walking down the hall. Suddenly, I was aware of yelling behind me. I turned my head slightly just in time to see someone coming towards me fast. The force against the left side of my body knocked me off balance and I found myself flying forward, the binders that I had been holding slipped out of my hands and scattered across the floor. I landed on my side, bouncing into a row of lockers before actually making contact with the floor. I lay there for a couple of seconds absorbing what had happened. I could hear laughing. Even though I knew what had happened wasn't planned and probably wasn't exactly intentional, I still felt mad at whoever had done that. Pulling myself up off the ground, I looked around for the person who had run into me. I found Alec Michaels standing in front of me with a cocky smirk on his face.
"Sorry, babe, I didn't see you there," he said, laughing.
Ignoring him, I kneeled down and began picking up my binders and various papers. He laughed again and started to walk away, stepping on one of my papers in the process. "Dick!" I yelled out at his retreating back. Glaring at the ground, I finished picking everything up and stacked it into a messy pile. Picking it up again, I glanced around the hall. It was still filled with kids who were laughing and talking, not realizing or noticing what had happened. I looked across the hall and found a boy staring back at me. His hair was black, like mine. He was tall, but not awkwardly tall. He was frowning at me. I narrowed my eyes at him and turned away, making my way to my next class.
Needless to say I had a bad day. No, scratch that, I had a horrible day. I was beyond pissed the whole day and couldn't wait to just get home and relax. Well, not even that would happen, apparently. The teachers had made it their personal goal to give us as much homework as humanly possible to complete in one night. So, relaxation? It was out of the question.
"Mom?" I said, walking into her office that she used when she wasn't at work. She had her back to me, hunched over her desk with the phone pressed to her ear.
"Martha, cancel my four o'clock please. Yes. Thank you." She sighed and hung up. Turning around in her chair, she glanced at me questioningly.
"Hey, Mom? Can I borrow your car to go to the library?"
"Why?" she asked tiredly.
"I need to get a book for this research paper we're doing."
"Well, I'll be back then," I said, walking over to her and kissing the top of her head. I turned around and was half way out the door when she called me back.
"Wait, Destiny, hold on a second. You said you're taking my car?"
"No, no, I need it. I have to go back to the office for a little bit and finish up a couple of things. You'll just have to walk, or wait, no, call a friend and get them to give you a ride, okay? Have fun, sweetie," she said, turning back around in her chair with a dismissive wave of her hand.
She was a good mom, she really was. However, she could sometimes forget about me in the midst of her being a businesswoman. Things like this happened all the time. She was forever telling me to get my 'friends' to give me rides. The thing was, there were no friends to ask. So I ended up walking a lot of places, because she had to use her car a lot. She didn't used to be so involved in her work. She used to bake a lot and laugh more than she does now. But that was before Dad died. That was before the wreck.
Shaking my head to get the thoughts out of my head, I turned away from her office door and walked down the hall. Slinging my book bag over my shoulder, I walked out the door, taking my key with me. Picking up my pair of black Converse which were resting right outside the door, I slipped them on and started my long walk to the library.
When I got to the library, I glanced around for anyone that I knew. Finding no one, I rested myself at a table in the corner and pulled out my stuff to study. In truth, I had no book to get from here; I just loved to come to the library. It was quiet and no one knew you. I wasn't going to run into anyone that I knew from my school here, because it was considered lame to be caught at the library. I mean, c'mon it was the library. But I liked it, maybe because everyone else didn't, I don't know. I pulled out my book and rested it on top of my binder. I would take reading over studying any day. I read all the time, and I loved every second of it.
After I had been there for about thirty minutes, I got the feeling that someone was looking at me. Glancing up, I found the black-haired boy from earlier today looking at me from the other side of the library. Seeing him instantly reminded me of what had happened, and I could feel heat rising in my cheeks. Cursing myself silently, I looked away and back at my book.
I looked up again, but this time he wasn't even looking at me, instead he was buried in his own book. So, he liked to read, too. Hm. He glanced up and caught me looking at him. He raised his eyebrows and I could feel myself blushing again. Snapping my head down, I pretended to be engrossed of my book.