6 Months Ago. . .
The view up here is beautiful, you know.
Up on the mountain,
I see down below.
It's easy to get lost,
I know.
But inside, I wanted to die.
I'm tired of living.
Of being alive.
But you will never know
About the thoughts that I think
When I look down below.
I read my poem as I looked down from my house roof and my biggest fear came to my mind:
What if I'm crazy?
Now. . .
I quickly grabbed my largest hoodie and pulled it over my head. I examined myself in my mirror one last time before leaving my room. I'd say I look pretty normal.
I grabbed my backpack and was ready to rush out of the door, but I was stopped by my older brother, Timothy.
"Hey, Nonners. You think you're ready for 10th grade?" he asked.
I nodded and said, "I'm pretty sure that I am."
"Well, if you need me or Mom, just call us," my brother said with a wince.
"Timothy, I'm not a 6 year-old," I said slightly aggravated. "I can take care of myself."
He mussed my hair and said, "First off, it's Tim. Second off, you never know what can happen. Anyways, good luck."
He let go of me and nudged me out the door.
Good luck. . .
I'm gonna need a lot of luck.
I walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus.
When it finally came, and I entered, I was bombarded by noise. I think my ears are gonna bleed.
"Hey, Nonny!" someone shouted out.
I saw Gil and Goby waving at me, so I quickly walked over to them and grabbed a seat.
"Hi, guys." I said quietly as I pulled out a book.
"Guess what?" Gil asked me.
"What?" I replied, not really interested.
"I heard that there's gonna be a new student at school," he said excitedly.
I rolled my eyes and asked him, "What's the big deal? There's just gonna be a new student."
He nudged me and said, "Well, I heard that that the new student is a girl, and you've been single for a long time."
I smacked him in the face with my book and said, "Not again, Gil!"
This wasn't the first time I've heard those words. Each time there was a new female student, he would always try to make me hook up with them. His plans always failed, of course.
Suddenly, our faces slammed against the backs of the bus seats.
Gil rubbed his head and angrily said, "Hey! What's the big deal?!"
I shrugged and looked out the aisle to see what was going on.
The bus doors opened and a girl with strange violet hair rushed in.
"I am so, so, so, so sorry that I stopped the bus. I promise that I won't be late ever again," the girl said through gasps of air.
She walked down the aisle and sat in the seat across from me, Gil, and Goby.
"I don't think I've ever seen that girl before," Goby whispered.
He nudged Gil and before I could even say anything, his loud mouth went off.
"Hey, girl! I think my friend here could use a nice girl like you," he said while pointing at me.
She raised her an eyebrow at me in confusion as I buried my head in my book.
Talk about embarrassing.
Suddenly, my book was taken away from that girl.
Is she crazy or something?
"Are these Robert Frost poems?" she asked me with a gasp.
I slowly nodded my head. Now what?
"I love Robert Frost!" she exclaimed. "Have you ever heard of Shane Koyczan?"
"Who hasn't?" I said. "Edgar Allen Poe?"
"E.E. Cummings?" she returned with a grin on her face.
"Emily Dickinson?" I returned with a slight smirk on my face.
"Shel Silverstein?" she said while mimicking my smirk.
"Shel Einstein? Jack Frost? Charles Dickinson? What in the world are you talking about?" Gil butted in.
I rolled my eyes and said, "First off, you messed up the names. Second off, we're talking about poets."
He winked at me and said, "Looks like you two are getting along just fine!"
I grabbed my book from that girl and smacked him in the face. This idiot.
Before I could finish my conversation with that stranger, our bus stopped at the high-school.
Gil and Goby dragged me to our lockers and a pulled me to our first class.
I chose a random seat away from them. Not because I didn't like them, but because I don't want to listen to them talk about their love lives 24/7.
I absolutely abhor it, believe it or not.
Molly and Deema, Gil and Goby's girlfriends, entered the room and sat with their boyfriends. It's always been this way. They sit together in class, while I sit alone.
Now that I think about it, I'm quite a loner.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Miss Jackson announced. "There will a new student arriving today, so I expect you to welcome her and be your best behaviour."
I ignored her and went back to my book.
"Please welcome, Oona Shaskan!" Miss Jackson announced with glee.
I looked up for a few seconds to see that stranger from the bus walk in.
She looked around and gave a small smile.
When she saw me, she flashed me a bright grin, making me give her a small smirk.
"Hi! I'm Oona Shaskan. I'm originally from Tokyo, Japan, but moved to America when I was five," she informed the class.
She went on with talking about her life and even included her favorite poets.
In a way, she intrigued me. Not in that sort of way, of course. In a different type of way.
After her small speech, she made her way to the seat next to me and smiled.
Strangely, I felt my heart rate increase. Probably just nervousness. I never really liked socializing with other people.
"Hi, Poem Boy," she said.
"My name is Nonny," I said, not taking the nickname to be offensive.
"Nonny. . ." she said with a sigh. "Nice name."
I felt myself blush slightly. I'm not used to compliments, especially from female strangers.
"Um, thank you," I thanked awkwardly.
Gosh, I am so awkward.
After the announcements that nobody ever listens to, Miss Jackson assigned the class to do a project. Honestly? This is the first day of 10th grade!
She started assigning the entire class partners to work with.
Molly and Gil were together, and so were Deema and Goby. How typical was that?
"Oona Shaskan and Nonny Pirruccello," Miss Jackson stated as she finished off the list.
Oona turned to me and shrugged her shoulders as if it were no big deal. I, on the other hand, was thinking of ways to slap Gil, since he noticed that I was partnered up with Oona.
She scooted her desk next to mine, and went to go get the instructions. When she got back, she started reading the list of boring instructions, and noticed that I was definitely in a different state of mind.
She looked at me and cocked her head to one side as she watched me read my book. Then, she started scribbling on a piece of paper. When she was done, she placed it on my book.
I rolled my eyes and unfolded the piece of paper, only to find haiku poetry.
Soaring through the sky
Uncaged bird flying freely
Into the new world
I looked at her with slight confusion. She simply smiled and went on reading the instructions.
After that, I reluctantly listened to the boring instructions of the project.
Hi, I'm back from the dead. Sorry that I took a million years to write. I got rid of the story that I was gonna post since I didn't like it. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one. All poetry is mine.