But let me tell you a little more about myself. Or at least the girl I was before. A 17 year old girl who just lost it. I have long dark hair, which reminds people of spring. Don't know why, but that is what they say. I have brown eyes. Brown is an ordinary color and according to me it shows desperation. I've never liked it before , I still don't like it very much. What I do like is books and music. If one day I find myself again surely it would be trough the music.
- Mom !! - I shouted again but this time the answer came.
The door opened so hard that if you were in here you could feel the rage in the wind.
- What ! - said mom with an angry voice. I always seem to annoy her.
- Just wanted to ask if you could drive me to school ? - She had promised. Last week at 7.13 P.M. I remember all that because that was my only chance to get some alone time with her. To chat , to ask what's going on. But the answer , send all my hopes away.
- Can't you just take the bus ?
- But you promised !!
- I remember no such thing. - that was the alcohol talking. Why can't I just get a normal mother who can hear me out?
- Never mind.
She slammed the door so hard that the floor shivered. I got my bag, switched the music on and was ready to go. Preston School here I come!
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When I walked into the room there was almost nobody there. Just the class nerd, who was so isolated in his own world that you even can't quite understand in what language he's talking in. There's my desk , the last one in the third row. I open my schedule book to see what's on my 'to do' list. I tend to forget things, important things that lead to terrible turn outs. The date - 15.04 and oh great! I need to jump to the dry cleaners to get moms work clothing. I look further down and there's my horror. An exam! Today! In Geometry! I've been so depressed lately that I haven't even noticed!! Damn! What am I possibly going to do when ...
- Hey . - my panic attack was interrupted by a soft male voice behind me. Well who could that be. I turn around and see a boy. It's Bryan from room 402. He's best friends with Patrick the brainless jock from my class. - Do you know where Patrick is? - Man, he's handsome.
Of course. Why would he be talking to me unless to ask about his friend?
- Do I look like I know where he is? - That's me beeing unfriendly. I was still pissed off at my mother about today.
His green eyes showed surprise. Has anyone talked to him that way before? I realized how rude I was and didn't liked it. Didn't liked it at all.
- Sorry - was the plain apology. - I'm a little moody today.
- I can see that. Just asked that guy over there. - he pointed at Bobby - the nerd. - but I didn't quite understood what he was saying.
My laugh burst out. Maybe the first laugh in a while.
- What's so funny?
- Nothing. If Patrick comes today I'll let him know that you've been searching for him.
- Okay. Thanks. And heads up. - he smiled and walked out of the room.
Bryan. Bryan from room 402 just talked to me. Should I feel happy or should I feel sorry for myself for falling for that?
