I walked slowly into 1st hour biology class. I hadn't been sleeping at all ever since my boyfriend Austin had been sent to the hospital. He had a tumor on his heart and was even having trouble breathing on his own. I had skipped school the day before so I could be with him. He was having surgery that day and there was a 50% chance he wasn't going to make it out of surgery. Austin's mom promised she'd call me as soon as he got out of surgery. I made sure that the ringer on my cell was was on so I wouldn't miss the call. I sat down in my seat and double checked that I had service. I knew that his surgery wasn't for another hour, but I wanted to make sure.

Halfway through the hour I had fallen asleep twice. I was so tired! Suddenly my phone started ringing. The teacher glared at me and said in an annoyed tone, "Bring up the phone!"

I ignored her and answered the call. "Hello?" I said into the phone. I didn't care that the whole class was looking at me, it was Austin's mom on the other line.

"Aurora?" she asked in a shaky voice. I could tell she had been crying.

I started to panic. "Is he OK?" I asked as I tried to hide the fear in my voice.

"He died this morning," she whispered as she burst into tears again.

My eyes started wattering, but I forced myself not to cry. "What?" I asked through my tears.

"When I got here this morning he was holding your picture, but he was barely breathing. They weren't able to save him. He really loved you Aurora," she said after she managed to stop crying.

"Aurora I can't allow you to disrupt this class like this," the teacher said as she walked up to my desk. I could tell she was trying to be nice while doing her job, but I still wish she and the rest of the world could have disappeared at that moment.

"I have to go," I whispered into the phone. I hung up and put the phone back into my pocket. "I'm going home," I whispered as I picked up my books and started to walk away.

My teacher followed me out into the hallway and forced me to stop. "What's wrong Aurora?" she asked in a soft tone.

"Austin passed away this morning. I'm sorry Ms. Turner, but I can't stay here. I'm going home," I said again. I walked away from her as fast as I could and got to my locker. I tried to hold my tears back. I hated letting people see me cry. I put my books away and grabbed my mp3 player. Dance was my only safe escape from reality and that mp3 player contained all the songs I loved to dance to.

I started to walk towards the school exist, but was stopped by one of the seniors. I recognized him as the quarter back for the varsity football team, although I couldn't remember his name. We were from different cliques and had never spoke before that moment.

"What's wrong?" he asked in a soft and concerned tone. For a jock he was being extrememly nice...too nice. The look in his eyes told me he wanted something, but I was too exhausted to even attempt to figure out what.

"Nothing," I said in blank tone as I started to walk towards the door again. Luckily he let me be and I walked out of the school without another word. I was glad. I never enjoyed talking to people I didn't know. They may seem like they care, but I had learned from experience that they really didn't give a shit.