It was October and as you may know, it’s freezing outside. I mean if the snowy landscape gives any hints. The school was close to starting because it’s six in the morning and I’m in the process of getting dressed and ready to go. By the way, my name’s Ella Parker. I’m mostly just a tomboy and I guess I can be weird when I want to be!
I finally got myself ready which consists of a pair of black skinny jeans, a white dress shirt, and black dress shoes. I always look somewhat fancy, I mean if you see it like that anyway. My truck was a little tedious, but other than that it worked like a boss. I hopped on into my truck and turned the ignition. I took the scenic route which was out by the countryside. I don’t take this route all the time, but I do when I want to think about my mother’s condition and I’m still perplexed about where it all started from. Lung cancer is a gene in my family, but I never thought that I would ever witness my mother dying. It’s excruciating to have to see my sister cry herself to sleep some nights. My sister is getting married in a month and I hope my mother lasts through October to see her eldest get married on the first of November.
James Carter High School was an archaic place. The school board was imaginative in a way and it was actually kinda pleasurable, but they were still archaic. They were nice people, James Carter was one of them, and so was Thomas Yang.
It’s my senior year, which is my last year and it’s chilling that I’m actually graduating. It really feels like it was yesterday that I was just a little freshmen and it was adventurous. I got to my locker which is locker number four hundred and six. My locker is somewhat patriotic if I must say so myself. I have the beautiful flag of Arizona in the back of my locker which stayed there for a long time now. I felt a finger tap me on the shoulder and I turned around to be met with a freshmen. I almost want to groan, but the girl looked so meek and innocent. The girl had blue eyes and jet black colored hair that went down to her hips, she wore a yellow sundress that came to her mid thigh, and she wore light brown colored sandals.
“Um, do you know where Mr.Riley’s history class is?” the petite young woman asked. I sighed and smiled a little.
“Just follow me we’re going to the same class.” I replied. The woman smiled and nodded her head, she started to follow me like I instructed her to. She was walking behind me and when I heard her squeak. I turned around and saw a man with dirty blond hair and blue eyes.
“James that’s mean!” the girl squeaked out. The boy snorted and smiled. He was a handsome young fellow if I must say so myself, but he’s a freshman.
“Oh! Come on Em you know I’m your best friend and best friends sneak up on one another!” the boy exclaimed. The girl looked defeated, but she glared at her friend and whacked him against the arm. “Hey what was that for?”
“That’s for being mean to me! You big jerk!” the girl replied. The boy looked hurt, but recovered quickly. He snorted and started walking down the hallway.
“See you at lunch Em!” the boy exclaimed while walking away. I turned around and started walking up the stairs to the second floor. I was a freshman once, but **** these freshmen are awkward to hang out with. Don’t get me wrong there are some freshmen that I’ve gotten along with, but some just get on my livid nerves. I was think way to much right now and it’s only the first day of October.
I walked through the doors of Mr. Riley’s class. He’s a great teacher and a great friend to talk to about problems at school. He makes all the freshmen in class come up in the middle of the room to introduce themselves to everyone. As Mr. Riley puts it “The new additions to high school”. I sat in the very back, I usually look mysterious as the senior girls put it, but I’m far from mysterious. The girl that I showed to class was the last freshmen to introduce themself. She looked nervous and lost at what to say, but she said her name and something that she liked to do.
“My name’s Emma McGee and I enjoy reading contemporary novels in my free time.” Emma muttered out. Most of the senior men were eyeing her like a piece of fresh meat. Mr. Riley looked disgusted with his upperclassmen that were eyeing the girl. Thomas Crawly the football captain had his eyes on her, but he wouldn’t have a chance with a freshmen that pretty, hell goddess material to be honest. I almost wanted to laugh at the poor man, but I didn’t.
“Emma take a sit beside Ella please.” Mr. Riley replied. He pointed towards me and I almost wanted to scream, but didn’t just ignored her. I looked out the window while everyone chatted, the girl next to me was writing in a notebook, I was somewhat curious, but didn’t show it. The bell rang and I got my junk off my desk, I started walking out of the classroom. My next class was Accounting and don’t even get me started on that one. Accounting isn’t terrible or anything, it’s just I don’t really care for it. I walked to my locker and got my Accounting book and notebook. It’s hard being an eighteen year old senior, who is supposedly lesbian, but it’s not as horrible as I put it to be. People just judge without knowing people, that’s just how they are. I myself do the same thing and is it bad that the freshmen I showed to her first class is following me again? I turned around swiftly and stared quite hard at the girl. She blushed and looked down at her sandaled feet.
“Why are you following me?” I questioned the girl. She looked up at me and was about to say something until Sophie Garden walked up to her and me. I growled in my throat and glared at the cheer captain.
“Awe, what do we have here!” the girl laughed out. I glared at her, I looked at the freshmen that was hiding behind me.
“Leave me alone! You stupid ******** I exclaimed. The senior girl looked hurt and confused. She turned around swiftly and started walking off in her little mini skirt that she was wearing. I looked at Emma and she looked scared and confused, I petted her on the the shoulder. “No reason to be scared freshy! I’ve got your back.”
The girl relaxed a little and looked at me with her icy blue eyes. “I was following you, because, my next class is with you.” she stated. I facepalmed myself, I felt like a complete jerk.
“I’m sorry.” I whispered. I never say sorry to people, because when I do, I feel like I’m weak in front of them. I guess that’s just me, but that’s how I feel sometimes. I’m weird sometimes, I can’t explain how I feel most of the time, but my past with a certain woman always comes back to haunt me in the long run. I’m always on the sidelines, but when I got with her, I was the center of attention and I never want to feel that way again. I was with her for about six months and then she cheated on me with the football captain. I’m not stupid cheerleader captains usually get with the captains. Falling in love was a big no, but I did I really loved the girl but she lead me on. It’s hard to be comfortable with your sexuality when everyone makes a big deal about it, I’ve learned to get over what people say about me. I’ve been such a strong person for my friends and family. I’ve mostly just cried myself to sleep at night when I was alone, because I know that I’m to scared to tell my mother that I like women and that I probably won’t tell until she’s halfway gone.
I walked to my second class which is accounting. Accounting is a class that deals with money to be honest and just to let you all know I’m not good with money.