You know it's weird, you never expect the things that happen to happen, but they do. People those call those unexpected things fate. I'm not sure if it is or isn't but there was no way of me knowing what would happen to me, of course that's something people don't get they never get if you say it's not going to happen to me it mostly will.
How is begins
It was any old day at school, boring class, teachers that talk way too much, too short of time to get to your next class, yup an ordinary day … or so I thought. It was at lunch time I sat at the table I promise I would sit today. Of course didn't want to be there, for one it was in the middle of the cafeteria, where everyone could see me, two it was a pain the ass to try and get out and number three the most important two tables away is my most hate enemy who's names I shall not utter said enemy's name for I don't want to see my lunch once again. Any shoe, yes I said any shoe, I sat waiting for my friend to come sit with me, but it was getting incredibly boring waiting for my pals to hurry up and get here then realized I had to go to the bathroom. I know it sounds weird but sometimes I don't realize that I have to go to the bathroom. I gathered my belongings, so my backpack and my binder and head the bathroom. Sorta. I still had to get out of the crowds. Which meant I had had to get bumped and pushed and shoved into oncoming people. Until I finally lose my footing and the floor came close and closer and then SMACK! My face made contacted with the floor. "Ow..." I say into the floor.
I slowly raise myself, and sit my butt. I look around trying to find the most important thing to me, my binder. I see by the one girl's feet, so instead of standing up walking over to her I crawled over to her on my hands and knees. I almost got the binder, but she put her foot down on it I look up and looked her. Not someone I know… actually I've never seen her here…hmmm… "you look funny crawling up to come and get your binder." The girl giggles.
I study the girl. She had long black, it went about half way down her back. Her eyes were almost black. Her skin was fair, and almost white, it kinda freaked me out for a moment. She wore a long white shirt, maybe it was a dress but she wore black jeans underneath the dress thing so I'm not sure. The black all-stars she wore she to fit somehow.
She offered a hand to help me up, but me being who I was I got up myself without her help. She smiled at me a gentle, generous, warm hearted smile. I replied with a smile of my own. She handed me my binder. " Thanks, not many people are so kind " I smiled kindly.
"It's no problem at all, Lindsey. You've had it rough. Your friend and family problems." she replied giving me a pityingly, " and your past…"
I almost walked away, but then it occurred to myself "wait, you know my name, how? And how do you know that I have problems with family and friends? And what about my past?" I said turn to the girl, but she wasn't the there anymore.
And how she get my binder without bending over? Unless she did it when I was getting up, but I was looking at her the whole time, so how did she- the thoughts to myself were crudely interrupted but the once again falling feeling, only with more weight on my back. If my guess was correct which it was and normally is, it was the weight of a person, not any person but Chantel.