Everyone in Macomb, Illinois thought of the McCall family the ideal family. The two parents, Matthew and Maurice, drove expensive, luxurious cars. Their son, Laurence, was an all-star football player at the local high school, and their daughter, Julia, was popular at high school. She was known for being one of the kinder teenagers in the community. They always welcomed new neighbors with some kind of baked good, they always were the life of the party at community events, and everyone seemed to know them. No one would have guessed the problems that took place behind the brick walls of their home.
The Ellison family was almost the opposite. They were lower-middle class, and barely made ends meat. Trish was a single mom with three kids: two six-year-old twins Natalie and Natasha, and a fourteen-year-old daughter, Heather. They lived in a one story, two-bedroom house in a bad part of town. Drug busts, shootings, and gang activities things were not uncommon in this part of the city.
At Grover Cleveland High School, the final bell of the day rung. Within minutes, all of the students filed out of the school. One of the first ones out was Julie McCall. She weaved in and out of the students and found her bus. She took a seat somewhere between the middle of the bus and the back. She reached into her backpack and pulled out a sheet of paper; it was her midterms, and as she looked at them again, she frowned. She was doing well in most of her classes, but she was failing Algebra and Latin. She stuffed the paper back into her bag, and sunk into her seat. She could only imagine the consequences that awaited her at home.
As soon as the bell had sounded, Heather raced against the other students to get out of the classroom. Unfortunately for her, she was on a rather clumsy streak, and tripped over shoelaces that had unknowingly become untied. Her books, notebooks, and binders had all been flung into opposite directions. She quickly scrambled to her feet, and chased after her books. This attempt was slowed down by all of the students who were also jolting out of the classroom and unknowingly were kicking her things throughout the hall. Before she even was on her feet, she had been run over several times.
She stood against the lockers and waited until the halls had nearly cleared out. She tracked down her things and ran toward her locker. ”Dammit. If I miss my bus I’m screwed,” she thought to herself. She threw the books into her locker and slammed it. Before her locker had fully shut, she was already running toward the door.
She sighed with relief as she found her bus, which luckily hadn’t left yet. She gripped her hand into a fist and raised it to the closed door. The bus driver was somewhere on the bus dealing with some kids who were misbehaving. Kids on the first couple of rows smiled and waved at her, which got them an evil look from Heather. Instead of actually letting her onto the bus, they just turned away from her. She sighed and took her hand from the door, shifting her weight to her left leg.
After about thirty seconds, the bus driver came back to the front and sat down in his chair. She knocked on the glass of the door again, but he didn’t seem to hear her. He started the bus, and the roaring of the engine starting made Heather jump. She tapped harder, and the bus driver finally looked at her. He sighed and opened the door for her. Heather stepped onto the bus, and just as she did, he closed the door and started pulling away. Grabbing two seats opposite each other for support, she started making her way toward the back, looking for an empty seat. Why did her bus have to be so crowded?
After about ten seats, she found one with just one person in it. She wasn’t really sure whether she should even ask to sit there. The girl sitting there was Julia McCall. Heather hadn’t ever said anything to her before. Of course, not only did they come from two completely different worlds, they were in completely different places as far as popularity goes. Heather had about ten people she counted as true friends; the people that would talk to her no matter who was around. Julia had about that many best friends.
Deciding that if she didn’t sit down soon, she would be standing the entire way home, Heather took in a deep breath. “Um, do you mind if I sit here?” she asked the girl, biting her lip afterwards. “Please let her say something nice. I really don’t want to put up with ridicule right now,” Heather thought. All Julia was doing was staring at her. “Only until the first stop,” she added, hoping that this information would persuade her.
Julia had not idea what to do. She would feel bad about herself if she said no to her, but what would all of her friends think. Sighing, she looked up to the girl. “I am the first stop,” she said, lifting her backpack off of the other side of the seat, setting it in her lap. Heather flashed a smile as she sat down, pulling her backpack off of her back, and placed hers onto her lap just like Julia had.
To Julia’s horror, her friends who were sitting farther back began saying things. Not only were they saying things to her, but the other girl as well. Julie sunk lower in her seat; this was the worst possible thing that could happen to her. Heather, of course, noticed the other girl’s embarrassment. She looked at her for a moment. “I can move if you want, it’s really not that big of a deal,” she told her. Julia really wanted to ask her to move, but she just couldn’t. She shook her head and turned to the window. There was good news for her. She could see her subdivision coming closer and closer with each turn of the bus wheels.
When the bus was only thirty feet away from her stop, she took her backpack and walked to the front of the bus, standing between the first two seats as the brakes’ screeching signaled that the bus was coming to a stop. She gripped the seats until the bus came to a complete stop, and trotted down the steps until her feet hit the pavement. As the bus pulled away, she didn’t turn back to look at the bus. She had probably just ruined the popularity that she had held just a few short hours ago.
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