I studied my shoes as my math teacher gave back my paper. I was hoping that I did good on it, if I didn't, I don't know what I would do. I can't afford yet another bad grade. Especially in math. I used to be fantastic in math, and now I'm slacking off. I don't know what happened, I think it was something that came with age, and growing up. It's almost like school became less important, and social life was more important.
I learned my lesson though, I need to start focusing on education more. I don't want to become the social butterfly like I was in my last school. The things that happened there, will always be present in my memory. I will always be haunted by them. That boy, I didn't even know what his name was, and he destroyed my life.
I was still looking down, and I saw another pair of feet by mine. I quickly looked up, and saw my math teachers disapproving eyes. Oh God, I did get a bad grade. This isn't good. I looked down with a face of sorrow, and almost pouted.
"Ms. White, you don't have be sad, you aced this test. Congratulations!" My math teacher said, with much joy. I couldn't hide it I was joyful too. "You did the best out of the class!" That was a very big confidence boost.
I was confused though. Why did she have disapproval on her face at first? I looked up again, and I just realized that, that's just what her face looked like. That's normal for teachers.
The teacher went on and laid down the tests of different people, on their desks. Most of them had that same look of sorrow that I had, except theirs lasted longer. I wonder how their parents deal with this kind of thing. Maybe they get grounded, yelled at, beat... Who knows? All I know is that I'm happy that I got a good grade.
"Class! Remember, even if you didn't do good this time, there's always next time!" The math teacher encouraged at the front of the room. "Oh, and don't forget, there are bonus points, for anyone that can tell me the math equation written on the board!".
I looked up at the board. I couldn't even begin to comprehend what it said, because I was so far away from the front of the room, I should really be wearing my glasses. Instead I just let my mind wander onto different things, since it looked like the teacher didn't care what we did at the moment.
I was daydreaming, about being the best dancer in the world. I love to dance, it's my greatest passion. I have always wanted to have all eyes on me, and everyone clapping for me, and only me, since the start. Except, it never turns out that way, there's always someone else out there that wants to steal my thunder, and be better than me.
The worst part is that, I let them do it. I let them push me out of the way, and one of these days, I'm going to push them out of the way, and let myself be in the spotlight. As soon as I grow a back bone that is.
Suddenly, I was hit in the back of the head by something. I snapped my head back to look at what hit me. When I turned around, I met eyes with a boy with the most gorgeous eyes I have ever seen. He had longer black hair, and he was wearing an embarrassed smirk. I just stared at him, but then remembered what happened when I stared at boys, and turned back around quickly.
"Hey, I'm sorry, I was messing around with the boy that sits in front of you" now that I think of it, I do remember the boy in front of me, with girl like features, getting hit in the head by paper too. "So, could you give him that paper please?" He was whispering, I don't know why though, because everyone else was full on talking.
I nodded my head, not wanting to use my voice right now, in fear that it might crack, or sound embarrassed. The best thing to do is keep my mouth shut.
I tapped the boys shoulder in front of me, and gave him the paper ball. He smiled at me, and said "Thank you", I just nodded my head again, and went back to my daydreaming. I started thinking about how many awards I could get if I really tried. I loved Jazz so much, and Lyrical. I could get a gold medal! With my acrobatic skills, I could get every prize that was there! I could be famous!
Once again, my thoughts were interrupted by the boy sitting behind me, with the nice eyes. "Hey, do you think you can get Adam to turn around? He wont write back to my note!" I thought for a second. Who was Adam?
The boy must have noticed my confusion, and said "Adam is the boy sitting in front of you, could you get him for me please?" I just nodded my head, not wanting to get into a real conversation. I tapped the boy, Adam's, shoulder, and he spun around.
"Yes?" he asked. I just pointed to the boy behind me. When Adam knew who I was pointing to, he got up, and walked to the seat behind the boy that interrupted me... With the nice eyes. They then started to talk to each other.
I decided to not even try to daydream about dancing again, because before I know it, it'll be time to go. So instead, I started to organize the papers in my binder. I found a few that were crinkled and threw them away. I hate crinkled papers. I also found my English Essay that I thought I had lost. That was a relief too. This day seems to be full of reliefs.
I started to look through my 'useless' folder as I like to call it. I call it that, because I store all of my notes, that people have passed to me over the past two weeks. I empty out the folder every two weeks, but why not get at it earlier?
While I was going through the folder, I found a note, that shouldn't have been in there. It was from that boy. I thought I emptied this out? I must have missed it. I tried to help myself from looking at it, in fear that I would remember what happened, but I failed. I looked down at the note that read:
Do you want to go out tonight baby? We can do something special.
What do you have in mind? ;)
How about you come over to my house, and we can do some things? How does that sound?
Sounds great, what time?
After school, at around 5, good idea?
Great idea, see you then. ;)
I suddenly remembered what happened that night. It was the least worst thing that he did to me. We got into a fight, and he hit me. I went home crying, and running. But I forgave him, stupid me.
I started feeling tears brim my eyes, and I decided to stop thinking about it. I crumpled up the note, and threw it away. I put all of my folders back in my binder, and set everything in it's right place. Just then the bell rang, goody time for lunch.
I got up out of my seat, and was almost headed out of the door, when my the teacher called me over to her desk. "Ms. White" she called out, and then said "Can you stay a little longer?" No. I don't want to. But I did.
I made my way to the front of the room, and stopped at her desk. She looked at me with a smile on her face. I couldn't tell if it was a real smile, or just a fake one, to make me feel better about whatever she was going to say next. I'm guessing it was the second option. It always was.
"Ms. White, you are doing very good in the class. I understand that in your old school, you were not the best student," she stopped, and then took a breath. "Anyways, I just wanted to let you know, that if you need help with anything, anything at all, I'm here. Math, or otherwise."
It was comforting to know that my teacher cared this much about me, but it was also odd. I guess she must have heard what happened. I don't need any help, I'm good with handling it on my own. I smiled, and said "Thank you", and turned to go out of the room.
"Oh, and Ms. White," I rolled my eyes, not wanting to hear anything more, all I wanted to do was go to lunch. I turned around, but did not walk any further, "Congratulations!" I smiled and nodded, and turned around, and finally made my way out of the door, without having to be stopped.
I walked down the hallway, and made it to my locker. I opened it up, and shoved all of my books in, and put my Aced Math paper in my small locker file holder. I looked in my magnetic mirror, and checked my makeup, because I always have a way of smearing it some way or another. Especially whenever I cry. It was smeared, so I unzipped my back pack, and looked for my little tissue case.
It wasn't there, nor was my money for lunch, or my cell phone. This was not good, not good at all. I didn't care about my money, it was only three dollars, but I needed my cell phone. I use it to call my mom. It has memo's on there that I need to know. It has information about what happened on there... I need it back.
I started panicking, and I pulled at my hair, and was sweating, and getting nervous. My brain became overwhelmed with the possibilities of others knowing my secrets, and my mother getting mad, and many other things.
I slammed my locker, and ran to the bathroom. Once I got in there, there were three other girls. One was a short blonde, that was kind of chubby... Or was that a baby bump? I didn't care, and two other girls, one that had tan skin, and black hair, and another that had short curly hair, and pretty blue eyes.
"Have any of you seen a cell phone, that has a purple case? It's a touch screen, slides out, I really need it!" I was panicking... Why was I in the bathroom? I don't care, I need that phone back. And I need it right now, or I might do something to hurt myself..
"Check in lost and found, did you leave it the floor or something?" The one with short curly hair said.
"No, I looked in my backpack to find some tissues, and some of my things are missing! I need that cell phone! Please help me!" I started to break down in front of people that I didn't know, how embarrassing.
"Clare, you handle this, you're the nice one, me and Jenna are going to lunch." The girl with the tan skin said, and walked out with her blonde friend, who I guess was Jenna.
I watched them go out, and stared at the girl that was left, with pleading eyes. She said something under her breath, and then came closer to me.
"We'll go look in lost and found first, even though, if someone stole your phone... I doubt they would turn it in, but hey it's worth a try." I didn't feel consoled about her words at all, but followed her out of the bathroom, down the hallway, and into the office.
There was a secretary working there, she looked nice enough, she had short dark hair, and brown eyes. The girl - Clare- walked up to the secretary, and said "We need to look in lost and found, this girl right here," she said gesturing to me, "claims that her phone was stolen."
The secretary looked up, and the nice-ness was gone. She said "Clare honey, you know better than to ask to look in lost and found, if something was stolen, you need to ask the principle to look at the tapes."
Clare looked like she was remembering something, and then she said "Oh yeah!", and she gestured for me to follow her to the principles office. As soon as we walked in, we saw a man, with a name tag that said "Mr. Simpson", ha, ha cool name.
"We need to look back at the tapes, this girl says that someone stole her cell phone out of her book bag." Mr. Simpson looked up, and smiled.
"Sure Clare, anything for the an overachiever." Well that sounded rude, but whatever, I need my cell phone. We went into a room, that had many different tapes, and one big tv.
"What time did this happen?" Mr. Simpson asked Clare. Clare looked at me, and I told them.
"I think it happened at around 11:00 something, I wouldn't know, I was in my class when it must have happened, because I looked in my book bag before my math class, and everything was still in there." I explained.
"Okay, well that should be easy enough, we'll just fast forward through the video, and we'll see if someone went into your locker. What is your locker number?"
"It's 5053" I said, even though I haven't been at this school for long, I have already memorized my locker number.
"Okay." Mr. Simpson said. He pressed play, and fast forward, after a while, there was a girl at my locker, even with it being in fast forward, you could tell she was at my locker for a long time. She had dark curly hair, and she was looking through my things. Why is she looking through my things?
Clare squinted at the tv screen, and then both her and Mr. Simpson said in unison, "Oh, it's her again". I was beyond confused, but I'm just going to go along with what they say.
Mr. Simpson took us out of the room, and into his office. "What is your name?" he asked me.
"Jacey White, sir." Mr. Simpson nodded, and then gestured for me to sit down.
"Clare, you can go to lunch now, thank you for helping Ms. White." Mr. Simpson told Clare. She smiled and nodded. Then she left the room.
I looked back at Mr. Simpson, and he was on the phone, calling someone over the loud speaker. The name was foreign to me, but it must have been the person that was in my locker.
"Bianca Desousa to the office."