Angela and Rayanne were walking towards Angela's locker, stressing
because nothing seemed to be going right that day.
"What is it with these damn teachers?" Rayanne pounded the locker door next to a boy that was in her homeroom class. He looked at her in a shy, scared sort of way. "Hi, how ya doin'?" Rayanne said distractedly as he hurried off with his books.
"I know, and a quiz tomorrow....I can't handle this," Angela answered, watching Jordan Catellano walk towards his group of friends. She felt like crying. No one seemed to understand that she felt as if her life was failing.
"Hey, you okay," Rayanne asked, waving her hand in front of Angela's face.
"Yeah, yeah..I'm fine," Angela whispered. All she wanted was to go home and go to sleep.
Brian rang Angela's doorbell, hoping that she was in a good mood. He couldn't take her yelling and accusing today. He really needed help this time. Thankfully, it was Angela who opened the door.
When she saw him, she turned her face away and gave a frustrated sigh, "What could you possibly want today?" she asked, a little more harshly than usual.
"Don't worry, I won't stay long," he answered, pushing his way into the house. "It's about school tomorrow. We're getting new students, you know."
Angela put her hand to her forehead.
"So what? Is it really that...."
"Yes. It's important. It means that our quiz for tomorrow is cancelled, okay? Just thought I'd remind you."
Angela lead him to the door and onto the front step.
"Okay, you reminded me, now good-bye."
She shut the door.
Brian kicked the mailbox as he walked back to his house.
He felt as if this was what was expected of him: his whole life was expected.
Jordan needed change. He needed it more than a week's vacation, or an A in English. He needed it more than understanding, or love, or anything else that he was expected to need. His friends were boring: they laughed, yelled, acted stupid at all the same times. They were failing the same classes, they were attending the same concerts, they were dating the same girls. They were all the same. Jordan needed change.
He watched Angela walk to her locker every day.
She was his window of change.
"What is it with these damn teachers?" Rayanne pounded the locker door next to a boy that was in her homeroom class. He looked at her in a shy, scared sort of way. "Hi, how ya doin'?" Rayanne said distractedly as he hurried off with his books.
"I know, and a quiz tomorrow....I can't handle this," Angela answered, watching Jordan Catellano walk towards his group of friends. She felt like crying. No one seemed to understand that she felt as if her life was failing.
"Hey, you okay," Rayanne asked, waving her hand in front of Angela's face.
"Yeah, yeah..I'm fine," Angela whispered. All she wanted was to go home and go to sleep.
Brian rang Angela's doorbell, hoping that she was in a good mood. He couldn't take her yelling and accusing today. He really needed help this time. Thankfully, it was Angela who opened the door.
When she saw him, she turned her face away and gave a frustrated sigh, "What could you possibly want today?" she asked, a little more harshly than usual.
"Don't worry, I won't stay long," he answered, pushing his way into the house. "It's about school tomorrow. We're getting new students, you know."
Angela put her hand to her forehead.
"So what? Is it really that...."
"Yes. It's important. It means that our quiz for tomorrow is cancelled, okay? Just thought I'd remind you."
Angela lead him to the door and onto the front step.
"Okay, you reminded me, now good-bye."
She shut the door.
Brian kicked the mailbox as he walked back to his house.
He felt as if this was what was expected of him: his whole life was expected.
Jordan needed change. He needed it more than a week's vacation, or an A in English. He needed it more than understanding, or love, or anything else that he was expected to need. His friends were boring: they laughed, yelled, acted stupid at all the same times. They were failing the same classes, they were attending the same concerts, they were dating the same girls. They were all the same. Jordan needed change.
He watched Angela walk to her locker every day.
She was his window of change.