Mistake
Chapter
Two
I slowly emerged from an
opening behind a restraunt called Tony's Pizza. It used to be a
Mexican restraunt & I would sneak out on summer nights to come & listen
to the Spanish music. After all that music was my lullaby.
I
was found around here in a cardboard box when I was only two months old. Ever
since Splinter told me this I have been fascinated by it. To me it's the only
connection to my past.
I
glanced at my watch & saw that I only had 15 min to get to school. " oh
shit." I started running as fast as my legs could carry me until I got to the
school parking lot. I walked the rest of the way into the building until I
stopped right in front of my homeroom. I put my hand on the doorknob, but found
I couldn't open the door. I paused & started shaking like a deer caught in
car headlights.
"
Are you gonna stand there all day? " I turned around to see Tracy Smithston
standing behind me with a scowl on her face, hands on her hips, & tapping
her foot unpatiently. She was wearing a baby blue tube top & white leather
mini skirt with matching boots. She had long silky straight brown hair, blue
eyes, & a perfect smile including dimples. Almost every girl wanted to look
like her & have her style, but not me. I wanted something else she had. Her
mother.
I
already know what it's like to have siblings. I have four. I already know what
it's like to have a father, but it seems I'm incomplete without having
experienced a mothers love.
I
would love to have Tracy Smithstons mother because she was just like one of
those TV moms. She was always there for her family in a way a mother can only
do. She was flawless in my eyes. If only Tracy realized how blessed she really
was.
"
What are you looking at? " " Oh sorry" I tried to move so she could go into the
classroom, but managed to drop my books in the process. " dork. " I heard her
say as she walked by me & went into the classroom. These things used to
upset me, but why should it? They don't even know me & I wouldn't give them
the pleasure of them knowing how their words hurt me. As
soon as I walked into the classroom all conversation seemed to stop. They
stared at me for a few minutes then went back to their stupid gossip &
chit- chat. I then walked to the back of the room to a desk that was away from
the rest of the other desks. I sat down & let out a huge sigh. I was right.
High school is torture.