Okay guys, anyone that has read this before will notice that there will be some changes. I'm changing this story to the first person, b/c I just find it easier to express emotions like that better. Plus it annoyed me that I was saying Nat every 5 seconds lol. Lets hope ya like it!
I was walking up to my friends. They were outside the Amigos Middle School waiting for me, I guess. Thomas and David were talking about all the classes they hated, and the lunch menu. (I might not have been in earshot, but believe me, that's ALL they talk about lately)Qaasim was just sitting there. And Cooper was fiddling with his brand new PDA. Cooper looked up, and saw Nat.
"Hey, what's up man?" Cooper came up to him.
Nat didn't answer him, he was still mixed up in his own thoughts. Cooper looked worried.
"Hey you okay, Nat?" Cooper looked at his best friend.
The rest of the guys noticed Nat and walked up to him. Nat finally snapped out of it, and gave his famous grin to his friends.
"Hey guys…." They all looked at me funny. I guess I was out of it for a while.
Thomas thought a while, and it hit him. He knew what this was about.
"Hey Nat!" I looked at Thomas.
"Look, you sound kinda sad, and sorta out of it. I know what's wrong man, me and David were just talking about it."
I was completely surprised. Thomas wasn't usually the one who could sense people's feelings. Qaasim was sad his goldfish died, and was pretty depressed. Everyone comforted him. Thomas did too, but when Qaasim finally felt better, Thomas asked him why he was sad in the first place. His exact quote was, "Dude, I didn't wasn't to ask you back then, but there are like 100 goldfish in the store dude." Needless to say, he wasn't the most sensitive guy.
"You…you do Thomas?"
"Yeah, of course!" Thomas smirked…
"You might not act like it, but you hate school just like us! You try to be all "School is good for you guys!" But we know deep down you hate it too!!"
I internally smacked my self. And I actually thought that Thomas knew what was up with me…too good to be true….
Then, the all familiar sound of the most evil thing to hear in the morning for a kid…the morning bell. Nat and everyone trudged inside, not wanting to be there.
Amigos Middle.
It was a pretty decent school. The lunches were actually edible, and it wasn't broken down like a lot of schools. But it was the same thing every year for me, I just never noticed till recently.
Same dusty hallways.
Same broken water fountains.
Same rooms in the same hallways.
Same everything.
But it seems to be getting smaller now that I think about it. As I passed the endless sea of students, it was like the school was shrinking, seeming more…cage-like. This gave me a very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. But, I didn't have to dwell on it long, since I finally arrived to first period…Social Studies.
I got in the room, taking my usual seat at the back of the class. I'm horrible at this subject, so sitting in back was a given. All the other students finally came in and sat down.
My teacher Mr. Johnson began his lecture. He's not all that boring, but I just wasn't in the mood today. So, while he was talking, I fished around my backpack, and took it out. My most valuable and prized possession.
My song notebook.
It was a small, beat up composition notebook. It has all the songs I've ever written. So I just sat back, and waited for the ideas to flow. But I didn't have to wait very long. I closed my eyes and took it all in.
The pop of bubblegum.
The screeching of the chairs.
The shifting of the papers.
The whispering of the chalk as it was used to write on the board.
It was all like beautiful music to me. It was music, but it it was a reminder that I didn't really want to be here at school.
Then it hit me.
I took out took out a chewed up number 2 pencil, (which was only chewed up recently) and began scribbling in my book. I was mumbling as I wrote.
"Don't wanna go to school…and that's fo' sho'…."
Finally, after 40 minutes of erasing, and rewriting, and the droning of the teacher, I was done.
I put my bookaway with a smile and walked out. I love getting a song done, cause it made me happy.
"Maybe today won't be so bad after all…" I smiled to myself.
After a few more classes, my favorite part of the day began.
Lunch.
Normally, I'd join my friends at recess, and do what normal middle school boys do. But today, I would head over to the music room.
I recently started going there. All the instruments looked cool, so I tried a few, and was instantly hooked. The piano was my favorite. I go there about 3 times a week now.
! waked up to the music room, and a sign was there.
No students can enter, private meeting being held.
I chuckled to myself. I knew the sign was meant for me, so that no one would disturb me during my "rehearsing".
"Nice one Mr. Ramirez…."
I was about to open the door when Thomas called out my name. I basically flew away from the door.
"Hey Nat! Hey dude…what're you doin' near the music room?" Thomas sounded curious.
"Crap!"
"Oh…n-nothing Thomas!!" My heart skipped a beat. No one knew that I liked to play music, so this whole thing was a secret.
"Then why were you opening the door?"
Now I was sweating bullets. I was a terrible liar as it is, and the pressure was not making things any better.
"I wanted to talk to Mr. Ramirez…to…to…talk about my grade!! Yeah!"
Thomas looked at him skeptically, but he ignored it.
"I just wanted to see if you'd come down to lunch with me… there's gonna be this awesome food fight!!"
I had to find a way outta this!
"Gee I'd love to Tom, but I have…detention!! Now…gotta go!!" And I ran off, hoping he wouldn't follow me.
Thomas shrugged his shoulders and went back to the cafeteria.
Seeing the coast was clear, I headed back.
I wiped my brow, and steadied my racing heart.
"My God that was close!!"
I hoped the rest of the day would be easier than that...But turns out that fate really didn't want that happening.
