School
Sucks
I buried my head in my pillow. I didn't want to face the
rest of my life at the moment. The sun was barely peeking through the
blinds when I lifted my head up. I forced my self to get out of bed.
I
hate New Jersey,
I thought to myself as I pulled on the dreaded grey skirt. I was
regretting the mistake I had made a few months before as I attempted
to do my tie. Why did we move from civilized Ohio to New
Jersey?
Because
you're a failure, Autumn.
Angel...The term barely suited my personality. But like all the rest,
I had to find some shit head human to look after, make sure they
didn't fuck their generation, and then replace them when they die. My
last one didn't work out so well. I thought I could trust him...no.
No human can keep a secret. So why did I tell him?
You
were in love with him, stupid./Well, to make a long story short, he
told people. /A lot
of people. We had to move. Not only that, but my mother had to kill
people and make it look like an accident. So we changed our name from
Apfels to Apples and headed to NJ. I walked downstairs, waiting for
my mother to tell me why I shouldn\'t fall in love with a human.
"Autumn..."
"What?"
"The school
you're going to isn't a catholic school." She rolled her
eyes
"Really?"
"Yes, now go change!" I was
thanking God all the way up the stairs. I quickly pulled on a pair of
skinnies, a black Metallica tee, and converse. I pulled the bun out
of my hair and smeared black eyeliner along my lower lid. I ran down
the stairs and out the door.
The cold October air stung my arms
and face as I ran to the school. I stopped briefly at the river
nearby; it looked like there was someone in it. I ignored it and
continued.
Thanks
mom. You want to go into hiding, so you move us to the most dangerous
town in the US
I finally saw the school come into view. There were people dashing in
and out, trying to memorize their schedules. I walked into the
attendance office, where the secretary gave me a hand book, emergency
forms, and my tenth grade schedule. I threw all but my schedule into
my bookbag, and looked for my locker on the fourth floor.
/66-4,
66-5, 66-/"Oh, for heaven's sake!" The angel's locker was
the devil's number. I swapped my books and grabbed my art stuff. I
wasn't too sure where the room was, but I was sure the girl nearby
knew.
"Excuse me?" I tapped her on the shoulder."What!"
She spat when she saw me.
"Where is the art room?""The
basement." And with that, she turned on her heel and
left."Thanks, I think." I took another quick jog down the
stairs, but when I reached the first floor, the stairs stopped. I
tried to get someone else's attention, but no one wanted to help me.
A somewhat punk-rocker type boy was about to dash up the stairs, but
I grabbed his hand to get his attention, to get anyone's
attention."Huh?" he turned around and looked me strait in
the eye. I resisted my shy reflex to stare at my toes.
"Where
is the basement?" ...Why did I grab his hand again? He started
to laugh.
"Are you new?" His smile was beautiful, I must
admit.
"Yes, why?" He laughed again. It wasn't a mean
laugh, more like an I-feel-sorry-for-you laugh.
"Well, uh,
this school really doesn't have a basement."
"Damn..."
I was about to turn and leave, but he put his hand on my
shoulder.
"Um...what's your next class?"
"Art10,
why?"
"Oh, that's my next class, too!" I smiled and
followed him up the stairs.
"Say, I didn't catch your name.
I'm Gerard, by the way."
"Oh, I'm Autumn. Er...nice to
meet you." I sported a nervous grin. Could he be...?
"What's
so funny now?" He had yet another gorgeous grin on his face."You
are way
too nice for this school, you know that?" Gerard held open the
door to the art room.
"No, I didn't know that." I
peered into the dimly lit room, there was hardly any art in the room.
It looked and felt like a prison.
"Creativity isn't very
encouraged here, is it?" I said, trying to get the topic onto
art.
"Yeah, well, what did you expect?! It's a high school!"
I laughed. I wanted to read his mind so badly; to just know what he
thought of me, but I restrained myself. He continued:
"And
just wait until SexEd!" He puffed up his chest to make himself
look more like our health teacher. "If you fuck up," he
pointed at me. "You're gonna DIE!!" We both collapsed in a
heap of giggles.
"MR. WAY!!" we both snapped our heads
up at the sound of our art teacher's voice."If you want to flirt
with the new student, you can do it on your own time, GOT IT?!"
Gerard blushed and looked at his shoes.
"Yes, sir." He
muttered, embarrassed.
"As for you,
Miss...Miss..."
"Apples," I muttered, myself. My
last name wasn't exactly something to be proud of. Gerard confirmed
that by snickering behind my back. I snuck my hand behind my back
and, without getting the teacher's attention, gave him the only kind
of sign language that I knew. He stopped.
"Miss Apples.
Unfortunately, our only seat is next to Mr. Way, so PLEASE try not to
talk too much?"
"Yes, sir." I turned to find
Gerard with his head in his arms, laughing so hard he was
shaking."Oh, please. Coming from someone in a Poison shirt..."
I sat back and waited for his reaction.
"Hey, hey now!"
He grabbed my journal off my stack of books and started to flip
through it.
"You write poetry?" He held the notebook out
of my grasp and continued to read it.
"Yeah, and I don't
like anyone reading it." His eyes grew wide at one poem, the one
about Erik. He looked at me and I dropped my gaze."Ex
boyfriend?" he questioned sympathetically.
"Yeah,"
I breathed, turning my head so he didn't see me cry.
"Aw,
sugar," he wiped the tears out of my eyes.
"MR. WAY!!"
