Time for my second last day at school. I wasn't excited about it. Just another day of being pushed around in the halls by “superiors”. I figured I’m secretly their superiors - they just don’t know it yet. That’s how I saw it anyway.
After breakfast and a shower, I left to go to the torture chamber. In which ninety nine percent of the students are on below average grades. The other one percent is the outsiders, who actually work. Jack belongs in the other ninety nine percent of idiots.
I walk in to school like I do almost every morning. Outside my locker, I see a girl. She looks familiar. I know I have seen her before. Then it hits me. The sympathetic girl. She was now on the ground, much like I was the other day, gathering what’s left of her dignity while being pestered by others. Something struck me then. I walked over and gave her a hand up.
“Hello.” I say. She looks confused, like I shouldn’t be talking to her. She hesitates before speaking.
“Hi.” She says shyly.
I spoke again, more encouraging this time. “Don’t worry about it, stuff like that happens to me all the time. Trust me; you will soon learn not to be intimidated by all those bimbos laughing. It might take a while though.” I laughed. She laughed too, I think she is more at ease now.
“I’m Callie.” I said in a friendly way. “Jane.” She said. Her image was very punk rock. Long dark hair put back in a cool way, with strands coming down in different directions. Her side fringe was long too. I could tell she liked anime from the T – shirt she was wearing. It had a picture of Sasuke from a show I recognized called Naruto. Her skirt was dark green and just above her knees, short enough to look cute. Underneath were black and gray striped leggings. I liked her style. Unique.
“Nice outfit. Naruto fan I see?” She seemed a lot more relaxed now. I could tell because she stood more straight now and looked me in the eyes.
“Yeah. Coolest anime out there!” She had no problem admitting to her love for something a lot of people would consider weird or for nerds. Impressive. “Yeah I like that one too. Haven’t seen you around before, are you new?” My curiosity was polite, I wanted to know more about this girl.
“Yeah I came here on Friday from Chicago. My mom got a job here and we moved.” Makes sense. People move for that reason all the time. “Well, I’m sure if you hang out with the right people you should really come to like it here. Me being one of the right people of course.”
“Of course.” She laughs. “Well then Callie, new friend, I guess I shall see you around then?” I quite like Jane. She is very genuine from what I can tell.
“Yeah, you won’t be able to get rid of me.” We both laughed“Bye.” We both say and went to class.
Math class was a drag. Nothing interesting happened really. Oh, some dude with a hangover vomited if that counts, same for the two classes after that, nothing interesting. Then came lunch.
I was going to get rid of my books into my locker, when some random person bumped right into be and sent me flying on the ground. It was Hayley Smith, head cheerleader, and her friend Sam who was on the football team. Hayley Smith is not a nice person. She was one of those girls who gets a kick out of belittling people.
When I fell my locket came off. Inside that locket was a picture of my mom. I may have said that I don’t care about her, but this picture was all I had of her. After all, she is my mother. Of course Hayley didn’t care when she picked it up and said something mean.
“Well if it isn’t a picture of the witches mother herself. Aw looks just like you doesn’t she?” I could feel my own blood boil from anger.
“Give that back!” I snapped at her. I had to fight the temptation to ring her neck.
“You know it’s a pity she left. She never got to see how her daughter turned out like a failure, a loser. Who could blame her though?” Around her was Sam, Fred, Eric, and Jack. Sam was laughing but the rest looked at her in disgust.
“Shut the hell up Hayley! Why don’t you just go now?” Jack says in a temper. What a hypocrite.
As if reading my mind Hayley said: “What are you saying? It was you who said all those things about her in the first place, remember?” She reminds him pathetically.”What now you suddenly act like you care for her? Whatever Jack.”
It’s all too much for me. Like I normally do when I am upset, I flee the school in tears. I hate that girl. Jack follows. I’m not sure why.
“Callie! Wait up!” He says out of breath from running to me. I was sitting out by the fountain in the school yard, the sun glinting off my hair and his. His dark hair looked glowing as it always did in the sun. “Forget about her. She is just always jumping down people’s throats. Are you OK?” He asked me. He sounded concerned. He must have been trying to pry so he could go tell the guys about what I said and laugh.
“She’s right though. I shouldn’t even care. Why did I have to have that stupid photo!” My voice is smothered in tears as I speak. Jack looks at me sympathetically.
“It’s alright. She has no life. Do you want to talk about it?” He asked nicely. I really did need a talk so I decided to go ahead despite myself.
“Well what she said hurt. I don’t know my mom. I don’t want to either. Why should somebody care about a person who just walks out on her family with no good reason? I don’t but . . . I’m always going to wonder why she went, I don’t know maybe it was my fault.” Hot salty tears were pouring down my face. “Look at me. Here I am spilling my thoughts to a stranger, kind of anyway.” I laugh and cry at the same time.
“I know how you feel.” What? How could he possibly understand the half of it? “How would you understand?” It sounded rude, but I didn’t care.
“When I was eight my dad used to hit my mother. I hated him. He died in a car crash and I just remember feeling. . . happy. I know how horrible that sounds, but I also remember thinking I wanted him back. I guess we are both on the same boat here right?” I was glad nobody could hear us. I couldn't believe it. He’s right. He does understand.
“I'm sorry. . . that must have been really horrible, going through something like that at such a young age. My voice was heavy as I spoke, very serious. I could almost swear he was about to cry. "Yeah it was hoorible but. . . I got over it. I guess not everybody has good luck right?" He said, his voice sounding just as serious as mine. I felt the same thing as the other night. Chemistry. There is something we have in common. "Believe me I know. But for the record you really don't deserve that."
“We should hang out. I mean just as friends. . . if you’d like.” His tone is serious but playful, despite the heavy conversation we had just had. Who am I to say no at a time like this? I decide to give him a shot, at friendship anyway.
“Sure. Just as friends I mean.” I say.
“The park tomorrow at seven?” He replies.
“Why not? See you there.” We ended the conversation there and headed back into school.
