Our Climax

~chapter 2~

Unfortunately, tomorrow is the first day of school. No one could even understand what I'm feeling...it's that bad. My vision is in circles, and I can't think straight...correction, I never think straight. I must pack my bag with all the books and pencils I need. During school, I break almost all my pencils because of the stress I have to experience. We have to wear silly uniforms that aren't a bit comfortable. Waking up at 6:00 in the morning is not my kind of thing. It almost feels as if I haven't been to school in ages, but in reality, its only been 2 or so months. 

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I turned to my side, trying to ignore the tremendous noise. BEEP! It goes off again, and doesn't stop. I click the 'stop' button on my phone, and sit up in my bed. I turn on the lamp on a bedside table, and make a big yawn. I put on my slippers and stretch. Nothing seems to be different, except for the fact that I am very tired. I look at my clock, it reads "6:10" in the morning. OH NO! I think, This can't be. But, it was true, the first day of school was here. I didn't know when the school bus is coming, so I grab khaki pants hanging from my closet, and put on a rough, navy blue shirt that has our school's logo on it. I quickly wrap a belt around my waist, trying not to make it look sloppy. My heart is already racing at the speed of light. I brush my hair once or twice, then hurry to the kitchen area. Mom is peacefully sitting on the couch watching some kind of reality show. I do my best to not get distracted, and I prepare my lunch and water. I pack it all up in a brown lunch bag. I know being late could be the worst possible thing on your first day, especially when you're at a new school, trying to make a good reputation...if anyone cared anyways. I forget about my breakfast and Mom says, "Bye Delilah." There was no "I love you" or "have a great day sweetie." Just a plain, heartless, "Bye". It punctured a hole in my soul, but I tried to brush it off. I put my bag on my back, and grab my phone and lunch. I quickly open the door, and at take the elevator down the the lobby. There is a moment of peace in between all the craziness I've had this morning. The sun is just beginning to rise, and I watch the elevator windows. The doors open, and I rush out, just in time for the school bus. The side doors open, startling me to a jump. I stare at the bus filled with high schoolers I've never seen before in my life. 

My world starts to spin. Do they see me? Can they tell that I feel like this?  Is my face red? Do I look embarrassed?  All of these thoughts run through my head. The bus honks it's horn, suggesting me to get in, or else it's going to drive away. I walk in, and freeze. The doors behind me shut. There's no going back, I say in my head. I try to find a front seat, away from where kids could turn around and look at me. There were no front seats available, so I made my way back, until there was a spot. The only problem is that the only open seat is next to someone...some girl that looks popular, with a Chanel purse on her lap. I decide there is no way I'm sitting next to anyone, so I stand up in the very back of the bus. Everything is going fine, until a guy approaches me. He had a smirky face, and a vicious smile. One of his friends were following close behind him. "Hey, look! It's the new girl...are you scared?" He expressed in a manipulative voice. My face turns red. "Aww, look at her! You gonna go cry to your mommy?" he says. His friend chuckles a bit. The friend says his name, which appears to be 'Dan'. He continues on, "If you even have a mom. Look at the way you're dressed! Just look at that hair! No mom would let their kid go to school dressed like a hobo!" The fury inside of me burns, but I just don't have the guts to say anything. I won't let myself cry. I tense up all my muscles, and sit myself down next to the girl with the Chanel purse. It's the best I can do at this point, it's better than standing up next to Dan and his friend. I look up from my hands, and out to the window to see the school. The ocean views behind it are stunning, but the inside must be filled with rude people, like Dan. The bus was already a complete disaster, so what will being inside the actual school be like? I get out of the bus, and feel the fresh air from the nearby ocean.