Walk On Water Or Drown
I jumped out of my new truck, grabbing my bag and slamming the door shut. The school bell went off, and I walked quickly toward the front doors. I was cautious as to where I stepped, knowing that I could trip at any given moment – the ice was just another reason to be even more careful. The second bell rang, and I picked up pace. Being me, I slipping on a patch of black ice and fell roughly on the blacktop. My head made a cracking sound against the pavement, and I groaned, trying to ignore the throbbing in my skull, and the curious onlookers.
"Hey, are you okay?" My eyes fluttered open, as I took in the blonde haired boy wearing a worried expression, standing in front of me.
"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks," I muttered, pulling myself up.
"I'm Mike. You must be Isabella, right?" He smiled at me, joyfully.
"Bella," I corrected him, quickly.
"Right, we better hurry. Don't want to be late. Can I help you get somewhere?" I groaned internally, as I realized that Mike was probably one of those overly helpful boys.
"I think I can manage. Thanks Mike," I sighed, managing a small smile. His face fell slightly, as I waved to him and walked off to the English building.
I hesitated before walking into the classroom. I hated being the center of attention. I stood there debating whether or not to go in – the butterflies in my stomach growing steadily more persistent.
After a couple seconds of thought, I decided that my clumsiness would only bring me a bigger audience anyway, so sighed and slowly opened the door. I ignored the eyes boring into my back as I walked up to the teacher, handed him my note and slipped into my seat. I looked up cautiously, seeing a few heads turned back, staring at me. I flushed and slid further down into my seat. It was going to be a long day.
The rest of the day was a repeat of English class. Everyone stared at me, watching and observing my every move as if I were some new toy. It only made it harder not to blush. I shook my head and headed off to the cafeteria.
I looked around, for somewhere to sit, when a girl named Angela Weber caught my eye, and smiled timidly at me, inviting me to come sit with her and a couple other kids who I had met earlier today.
Angela was a sweet person. I had only met her earlier today, but she wasn't like all the other girls who constantly gossiped about hot guys, and makeovers. She didn't talk as much as all the girls either, and we were alike in that matter. I liked her, and was hoping maybe we could become friends.
I walked over to the table and took a seat next to Angela.
"Hey Bella!" I looked up to see Jessica smiling at me. "Let me introduce you to these guys." She pointed toward a blonde haired girl sitting in front of her, and grinned. "This is Lauren, Mike, Eric, and Angela!"
I had already been acquainted with all of them, except for Lauren, who, by the looks of it, didn't seem too pleased to see me. She sat directly across from me, keeping her gaze uninterested and cold, as I greeted her. Occasionally she would shoot me death glares. I shivered as I thought 'If looks could kill.' I dismissed the thought, quickly and bid everyone goodbye as I walked to Biology, with Mike.
Our walk to Biology was silent and uneventful, since Mike seemed to be having some sort of internal battle. Suddenly, he stopped and turned to face me, his blue eyes shining.
"Bella, I know this is kind of straight forward, since I just met you – but,"
He was interrupted by Jessica, who was rushing behind us and had called my name. I spun to face her, and she thrust a book into my hands. "You forgot it in the lunchroom," she panted. I thanked her, before she turned and sprinted down the hall to her class.
"I'm sorry, Mike, what were you saying?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.
"Nothing important." He spoke while staring at anything but me.
The entered the classroom, and were sent to our seats. Mike was seated in front of me, next to Lauren, and I was sitting next to an empty desk. Lauren turned and sneered in my direction, before tossing a small scrap of paper on my book and turning back to the front of the classroom as if nothing had happened.
I un-crumpled the sheet of paper, as the teacher droned on. Scribbled hastily in blue ink was a message from Lauren.
Stop trying to steal my friends. None of us want anything to do with you, so just go back to wherever you came from and leave us alone.
My eyes began to fill with moisture as I tossed the piece of paper in the trashcan. I tried not to look up, all throughout class, feeling slightly angry and hurt. What was her problem? I didn't even know her.
The bell rang; a feeling of relief spread through my body and I tried to hurry out of the classroom, when Lauren's leg shot out from her desk without warning. I tripped over her foot, falling to the ground face forward, dropping my books everywhere. Lauren just towered over me and began to laugh, as everyone joined in with her. The tears of embarrassment and hurt flowed freely down my cheeks as I gathered up my books, and ran out to my truck.
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Everybody knows this is the part
of breaking down in anybody's arms
Walk On Water Or Drown – Mayday Parade
