This is pretty much self explanatory, just a short story I wrote a while back for english that I found this morning.
As the Rain Pours
I sit on my desk, silently. The class around me laughs and chatters. I just sit there, staring out the window. Images run through my mind. A tear runs down my cheek. A friend taps my shoulder. I wipe it away and turn around.
"Hey-what's wrong?" He askes, concerned. I try to smile. "Oh, nothing," I say, shrugging. He sits behind me.
"You sure, man?" He asks again. I stare blankly at his notebook. I close my eyes and nod and turn back around. My friend shrugs and lets it go.
I look back out the window. The rain grows harder. I sigh. Those haunting words replay in my mind. He never cared, I tell myself, I can't believe I fell for it.
The teacher calls for attention. I turn for a few moments, then as the teacher gets absorbed in her lesson, I look back out the window. I tap my pencil to the beat of a song, tap-tap-tap, tap-tap-tap. The rain pours outside.
"Look, I don't wanna talk to you." He says. I look at him, confused.
"What did I do? You're the one being mean to everyone you see." I say, stepping back. He glares at me. I glare back.
"You know what? Take your stupid class. I'm not coming today. Here," he says, throwing me the class roster. (I'm the assistant instructor. I have to take the roster. He's in my class.) He grabs his bags and leaves the room. I stare in disbelief.
"Oh and forget the movies with you, me, and Alex. Go on your own!" He shouts over his shoulder. I stomp furiously and pout.
This and many other things run through my head. He's not in my class right now. He hasn't shown up in days.
Coward, Alex says. He'll get over it, Ana says. He's no good, Caitlyn says. Caca face, Cherry(her name is Shary) says. I smile at that one. His glare stays fixed in my mind. My eyes soften.
"Evelyn," The teacher calls. I look at her. "The square root of 144?"
"Twelve," I say halfheartedly. The teacher smiles and goes on and on on how I was right, and that the square root was twelve, and blah blah blah. I sigh and turn back to the window. I can listen to the faint sound of the teacher's radio. Suddenly, a song comes on.
Did you forget that I was even alive? Did you forget everything we ever had? Did you forget about me?
Tears well in my eyes. I try to hold them in. He messed with my feelings, I think, He doesn't deserve me. I smile.
The rain starts clearing up. The bell rings. I pull my hair from my bun and let it loose, letting my waves run down my back and shoulders. I take off my gray sweater and grab my bag, walking outside. He comes towards me.
"Hey, um, I'm sorry," He says apologetically. I ignore him and walk on to catch up with my friends. He stares at me as I leave.
I turn back and give him a smile. I wave good bye. This time, it is good bye. For sure. I turn to see Cherry and Alex.
"What was that all about?" Alex asks, impressed. I smirk. "I was sick and tired of him," I reply, shaking off those cold memories. Cherry smiles wide and high fives me. I high five back and laugh as she yells to the whole hallway, "Caca face is nomore!"
I look back at him. He stands there, confused. I turn back to Alex and Cherry, and laugh, letting everything that happened free. I am free. I look out the window by my locker. The sun shines high above.
As the Rain Pours
I sit on my desk, silently. The class around me laughs and chatters. I just sit there, staring out the window. Images run through my mind. A tear runs down my cheek. A friend taps my shoulder. I wipe it away and turn around.
"Hey-what's wrong?" He askes, concerned. I try to smile. "Oh, nothing," I say, shrugging. He sits behind me.
"You sure, man?" He asks again. I stare blankly at his notebook. I close my eyes and nod and turn back around. My friend shrugs and lets it go.
I look back out the window. The rain grows harder. I sigh. Those haunting words replay in my mind. He never cared, I tell myself, I can't believe I fell for it.
The teacher calls for attention. I turn for a few moments, then as the teacher gets absorbed in her lesson, I look back out the window. I tap my pencil to the beat of a song, tap-tap-tap, tap-tap-tap. The rain pours outside.
"Look, I don't wanna talk to you." He says. I look at him, confused.
"What did I do? You're the one being mean to everyone you see." I say, stepping back. He glares at me. I glare back.
"You know what? Take your stupid class. I'm not coming today. Here," he says, throwing me the class roster. (I'm the assistant instructor. I have to take the roster. He's in my class.) He grabs his bags and leaves the room. I stare in disbelief.
"Oh and forget the movies with you, me, and Alex. Go on your own!" He shouts over his shoulder. I stomp furiously and pout.
This and many other things run through my head. He's not in my class right now. He hasn't shown up in days.
Coward, Alex says. He'll get over it, Ana says. He's no good, Caitlyn says. Caca face, Cherry(her name is Shary) says. I smile at that one. His glare stays fixed in my mind. My eyes soften.
"Evelyn," The teacher calls. I look at her. "The square root of 144?"
"Twelve," I say halfheartedly. The teacher smiles and goes on and on on how I was right, and that the square root was twelve, and blah blah blah. I sigh and turn back to the window. I can listen to the faint sound of the teacher's radio. Suddenly, a song comes on.
Did you forget that I was even alive? Did you forget everything we ever had? Did you forget about me?
Tears well in my eyes. I try to hold them in. He messed with my feelings, I think, He doesn't deserve me. I smile.
The rain starts clearing up. The bell rings. I pull my hair from my bun and let it loose, letting my waves run down my back and shoulders. I take off my gray sweater and grab my bag, walking outside. He comes towards me.
"Hey, um, I'm sorry," He says apologetically. I ignore him and walk on to catch up with my friends. He stares at me as I leave.
I turn back and give him a smile. I wave good bye. This time, it is good bye. For sure. I turn to see Cherry and Alex.
"What was that all about?" Alex asks, impressed. I smirk. "I was sick and tired of him," I reply, shaking off those cold memories. Cherry smiles wide and high fives me. I high five back and laugh as she yells to the whole hallway, "Caca face is nomore!"
I look back at him. He stands there, confused. I turn back to Alex and Cherry, and laugh, letting everything that happened free. I am free. I look out the window by my locker. The sun shines high above.
