"No! No! No! No! No!" I screamed, waking up from the same nightmare I've had for years, yet I never remember it after waking up. I knew it was the same one, cause after waking up, I had a sense of De Ja Vu in my system that I couldn't shake. This doesn't bother me for too long though, for I put the thought aside and walked from my morning lit room into my small bathroom. I don't turn on the lights because my head is spinning to fast to want to deal with adjusting my eyes to the brightness. Turning on the faucet, I was my face to begin my morning routines.
After breakfast, which was steak and eggs that I scrambled up from my personal groceries, I headed out the door to school.
"Oh my God it's Karen!" said a tall teenage boy wearing a shirt by Element and his hair in a small Afro. I almost laugh as I think he could have played a good Napoleon Dynamite.
"Hey Fred, how have you been? Haven't seen you in a while." I said pleasantly walking to my car.
"Your the one who never comes outside anymore. I've been good by the way. So can I ask were your headed off to?"
"Well, it's my first day of college. Say, you graduated last year. Have you enrolled?"
"No not yet..." He looked a little upset as he said this.
"Oh." I said a little saddened. Something was wrong though and I was vaguely concerned."I have to go, but text me or something later ok. I want to catch up."
"Sounds fine, catch you around" Is what I heard as I stepped into the car and closed the door. Smiling and waving I drive off.
College was defiantly a new experience for me. I had never heard of a school with campuses in different areas of the city. To me it seemed pretty useless, but I had no choice. There were a lot of things I was going to have to get used to since I moved to the well populated city of Las Vegas from the small farm town of Roberts, Wisconsin.
"Woh oo!" I hear as I pulled out of my car"Look at the paint job on that beauty."
Looking over I see two guys drooling over someones dark blue mustang that sparkled a hint of deep purple in the sunlight. That wasn't the only thing they were sure to notice. The rims were black with the same dark blue spinners still going showing that the car hadn't been there for over ten minutes.
I resisted the urge to get a closer look at the vehicle as well. Instead I proceeded into the doors of a small orange building that looked new to me, but probably ancient compared to the two other industrialised looking buildings surrounding it.
Walking in I go to the right and walk down a couple hallways to a more secluded area away from the food court and main offices.
The room for my history class was small with probably only thirty desks, most of which were already taken except for a few in the front. I managed to squeeze my way through the desks and students, most of whom glared at my attempts and made no effort to shift positions. Feeling awkward and out casted I sat down in the seat closes to the middle of the rows of students. Just a few seconds later, the teacher hurried in and most of the students sat up alert.
"Sorry, sorry, I''m so sorry." said the woman flipping through papers on her desk"Let's see. Assignment, syllabus, scratch paper. Ah! here we go." She stood alert with a clipboard that she attached a paper she grabbed out of the pile.
"For those of you who don't already know, my name is Rebecca Stewart and I will be your History teacher for the semester. So, let's get to know one another. We'll start with the young man in the back and work our way up. First say your name, what school you graduated from, and what your majoring in. Okay, let's begin shall we?"
I slouched back in my chair as I heard names, voices, high schools, high school drop outs, and dream jobs. Already bored I started drawing on my canvas paper until I heard my neighbor finish her small introduction. I sat up straight only to eagerly get back to my drawing.
"Umm. Hi. My name Is Karen May, I graduated from Roberts High, and I'm majoring in mechanics"
"Oh that's nice. It's not very often we see women who find mechanical work a desired profession. Good for you." She smiled. I watched her as she moved onto the next student. As I watched her check of the student's name, I couldn't hel[ but notice that she appeared young for a teacher. My guess would be between 27 and 30. She dressed modestly. Her long brown hair pulled back in a braid, make up was very natural(if she was wearing any), a light blue shirt with jeans a dark denim and boots with a small heel to them.
After hearing everyone's small bio, she checked off the last name and asked us to open our textbooks to a page at the beginning of the textbooks.
"Today were going to study the theory of evolution." She said with a small smile. "I know this is a very controversial topic. Please keep you opinions to yourself. If we manage to do so, you will all be able to leave earlier then the debate group."
I opened my book, set it aside to the very front of the desk, and continued with my art. I smiled at the small grey and black version of the mustang I had seen in the parking lot.
"And lastly I will hand out today's assignments that are due next week. Please read Chapters 2 and 3 next week, which will be following the syllabus I'll be handing out with the assignment."
After class I retraced my steps back to the front of the building and made my way into a large open area where a couple fast food places were located.
"Mother!" I hear. I focus to see a young brunette teenager running up towards me. She stopped about halfway with a confused look in her eyes. Did I seriously look like her mother? I didn't know if to take this as an offense in a way, for I thought I didn't look old enough to have at least a child as old as nine.
"I'm so sorry." Pleaded the girl"You see I have this friend and we have an inside joke where I call her mother. You looked a lot like her. especially the red bangs and the black hair."
"No problem" I responded still feeling quite awkward.
"Anyways would you like to sit at the table with me and my friends after you grab something to eat?" She pointed at a circle of student who looked much older then the girl, except for one sandy blonde teenage boy who looked no older then 18
"Umm, I would but the table doesn't seem to have any empty chairs except for one. I'm assuming that would be your seat anyways."
"Oh no!" She exclaimed widening her eyes which revealed a shade of blue that reminded me of ocean water. "We could pull up extra chairs. It wouldn't be a problem really. We do it all the time." She smiled faintly.
"Sure, if you insist."
"Great! see you soon" She turned to grab a chair positioning it next to hers and sat down to converse with her friends.
I ordered from the small authentic Mexican chain and went to the table with the group of about seven other students, including the young girl.
"Yea, you see I live with my single mom now. I was home schooled before so this whole college thing. It's totally a new slate for me. You're all probably sick of classrooms, But-"
"Oh Hi!" Said the brunette."We were starting to wonder if you weren't gonna come down"
"Sorry, My food took a while for them to prepare." I said sitting down.
"Wow! Taquitoes? They look good. Next time I'm gonna have to try that place. The burger stand isn't all that great in my opinion. Anyways these are my classmates Tyson(Pointing at the sandy blonde who happened to be sitting on the other side of me), Denise, Nicolle, Garrett, Micheal, Jason, and my long time friend Maddy a.k.a my mother" she said laughing to her self"" My name is Amanda."
I was a little shocked to hear her name. Normally I would think an Amanda would be blonde.
"And so what's your name?"
"Uh, K-Karen" I stuttered looking back at the group.
"Huh that's a nice name" whispered the young man behind me.
The group continued into conversation. Amanda went on about her early graduation at sixteen and her dreams in life. I quickly looked at Maddy to see that she did look a little like me, but was perplexed when she didn't have the red in her hair. Didn't the brunette say that was one of the similar features of me and her "mother"? I continued to eat while thay chit-chatted about hobbies and majors. When I finished I wiped my hands and pulled out my drawing to finish up some detailing. I wanted to add some flames to design the car and then include it with my collection of other automobile drawings.
"Nice art!" Said the sandy blonde.
"Umm, thank you." I replied a little shaken by the sudden enthusiasm
"It's kinda funny, wouldn't think to find a girl drawing cars. But hey, anythings possible."
"Not everything, but we're getting pretty close now-a-days" I added
"Yea, true. So where you from?"
"Roberts, Wisconsin" I answered looking down. I didn't really want to get into much detail. I was growing tired of all the introductions and new people.
"Wisconsin? Wow that's a ways away." He said looking up at the high ceiling.
Still looking down, I noticed a long narrow scar on his right arm.
"How'd you get that?" I asked, immediately slapping myself on the inside. I usually don't dig into other peoples life. For some reason the scar really sparked my curiosity.
"Oh, it's kinda a long story. I got it boating with my parents while trying to sail from San Diego shore to Catalina Island. To make it short we hit a storm along the way."
"San Diego to!-" I replied in a tone that was both in shock and fear. "What the hell were you thinking!"
Apparently I said that loud enough for not just him to hear, but the whole table. The group stopped their discussion to suddenly listen in and gaze at both me and Tyson.
Tyson's face went red. Now I felt guilty and wanted to cower away at my sudden boast. What's wrong with me today? Maybe I should of had that cup of coffee.
"I'd rather not talk about it right now." He whispered looking down.
"Tyson, I'm so sorry. It's just, I happen to know that area. Please forgive me, I didn't mean to-"
"No. Please don't."
There was silence at the table. So much so, I could her a girl across the dinning hall squealing about a guy she met in class who asked for her number. Slowly the group started back to conversation. Mostly trying to figure out what the sudden outburst was about. There was some gossiping among the two guys across from me, but I canceled it out and focus on the design of the mustang. After a couple minutes, Maddy sat up and excused herself saying that she needed to get to her next class. Everyone said their goodbyes, quickly looked at me again, and continued conversing.
Instead of drawing I slid the papers back in my backpack and stood from my chair to leave.
"Hey, I hope you enjoyed yourself." said Amanda with a concerned tone.
"Kinda." I replied. Amanda looked at me a little discouraged that the meeting didn't go so well.
I walked out of the cafeteria, through the front doors, into the parking lot where I saw my car. I bee-lined to the front seat, started the car and drove, eager to get as far from the school as possible. Pulling up to the drive-way, I went straight to my room, throwing my bag on my chair.
This was seriously the most embarrassed I had felt in a long time. without focusing on homework or my history assignments, which I was planning on doing, I collapsed on my bed, wetting the pillow with tears.
"I want to go home!"