CHAPTER 1 - THE BEGINNING
In a small town of Oakwan, Georgia, it was just a normal day for those at Burt R. Wayne High School. All of the students were doing their business when principal, Ms. Joyce Riggs came on the intercom, "Students, as part of this years annual prom, not only will the Juniors and Seniors be able to participate, but also the Freshmen and Sophomores."
For some, that was the best news they had heard in a long time. For the rest, they could care less. I guess I was one of those people who didn't know what to think because I knew I would not find a date. As I looked around the room, I noticed all the freshmen gasping for air as they could not believe their ears.
"It's just prom. I mean, nobody has time for that," I thought to myself, "It's just one night. No one is going to remember it." I turned halfway around before I could say what I wanted to my best friend, John, when I noticed his facial expression. "What's the matter, John?" I asked in deepest concern. "It's just..now I don't have to wait two more years to go to prom. I haven't even thought of anyone to ask and I doubt anyone would want to go with someone like me. I mean look at me! I'd have to be the last guy on this earth before any girl would want to go to the prom with me and I'll still barely be able to get one then." He replied in sorrow. He wasn't being his old self. Usually he would be all full of joy, full of energy, and full of spark that would bring a smile to anyone's face. Today, he just looked gloomy and full of despair. "John, if it makes you feel any better, I have no one to go with either." I replied. "It's not the same, Lila. It's just not the same. You, you are a beautiful, young, and intelligent girl who anybody would die to be with. You're, you're just..perfect." John commented.
"John, I'm far from being perfect!" I greatly responded.
"Class, now that we had our little discussion about prom, let's get back to learning." Ms. Jones said.
Ms. Jones is the type of teacher who doesn't care if you had enjoyment or not. I guess that's one of the reasons she is not happy herself. Ms. Jones was asking the class about what we discussed earlier in class about something over conjunctions and I had no clue what she was talking about so I asked the person setting beside of me. "Aye, do you know she is even talking about?" I whispered.
"Yes, matter of fact I do. Now, turn around before we both get in trouble," said Wilma.
Wilma is also the type of girl who does not show the tiniest bit of excitement. Since Wilma would not tell me what conjunctions were, I had to face only one way of understanding it and that was by asking the teacher. "What if people laugh at me because I don't know the answer?" I thought to myself. No one really liked me much and I could not seem to understand why. Is it my looks? My breathe? These were the questions that puzzled me every time I needed to ask a question. I don't even know how I managed to get John to be my best friend but I'm not complaining.
Ms. Jones announced class dismissed. Thank goodness that was the last class of the day.
School was out for the day and I had to wait on my school bus to come and get us. Little did I know, whenever I was thinking to myself what other students would think of me for asking questions, I never paid any attention to the fact that the principal announced that my school bus was being replaced by another one and I missed my bus.
"May I borrow your cell phone to call my parents?" I asked Jeanie, a girl I rarely talked to.
"Mom, this is Lila. I missed my bus. Will you come and pick me up?"
"Lila, why in the world did you miss your bus? You know I have to come a long way and get you. Why can't you be more responsible of your actions and pay attention to other people getting on another school bus?" Mom yelled.
"But Mom! I've had a long day today and I just want to get home. Is that too much to ask?" I responded.
"I'll be there shortly, dear!" Mom replied as she said goodbye.