Chapter Two- Innocence Can't Be Lost, It Needs To Be Maintained
~Jacob~
"You're late again Mr. Underwood." Mrs. Gomez said as the door opened and Jacob walked in. Ugh. He was the one person I hated more than Nancy and Taylor combined. He was just so fake and you could tell that he was just going along with them.
"I know, but I have a pass this time." He said as he handed Mrs. Gomez his letter and she nods.
"Very well. Go sit down." She replied as he took the only available seat, next to me.
"Hey. You got a pencil?" He asked as I gave him an evil stare. It didn't work and he asked again.
"Here." I said annoyed that he came to class without a pencil. He was suppose to be in college, and here he was, in high school for his fifth year, and he couldn't even remember to bring a pencil? Ha. No wonder why he's still here. He probably only got here because half the teachers think he has a good arm and the other half don't want to see him again next year.
"Mr. Underwood, would you please share your poem with us?" Mrs. Gomez asked, bringing my attention back to Spanish. This was going to be interesting. Last time it was "Me Gusta Futbol' (I Like Football), what's it going to be now? I like to eat. (Me gusta comer.)
"Actually, I didn't have time to do it. You see with the game all ."
"I see. You need another referral." She said as I snickered and instantly regretted it. Something funny?"
"Kind of."
"Would you care to share."
"No."
"Why don't you tell us?"
"Honestly, I don't feel like it. Can we just get on with the lesson so I can take a nap?"
"Miranda, it's either share what you thought was so funny or get a referral!" She yelled as I shrugged. Either way it didn't matter. It meant less time in here, if I went, and I wouldn't be here for ISS or whatever they would give me this time.
"Here. Both of you. To the office." She said as she handed us two referrals."
"Hey. You dropped this." Jacob said, handing me my notebook with my most precious thoughts in it. Why I carried it to school today, I don't know.
I took my notebook back from him without a word. I was starting to think about this afternoon, or maybe really late at night. I wasn't quite sure yet.
"Don't I even get a thanks?" Jacob asked as I shrugged.
"Why are you talking to me? We aren't friends."
"So. It's called being nice."
"Who taught you that one?" I inquired sarcastically.
"I've always been nice."
"Not to me."
"Well, I'm being nice to you now, so get over it. Let the dead past bury it's dead." Jacob said, quoting Henry Longsfellow.
"So that's what you're doing . letting the past be buried . Come on, be real. I know that your rep is scarred and if I know, then everyone else knows too. Sorry you've been busted." I replied as we reached the office. I handed the secretary our note and we sat down, waiting to go into the principals office. "Oh, this is going to be fun."
"I know. Mr. Davis and I are great friends."
"I thought we weren't talking to each other. Remember, we aren't friends."
LATER THAT DAY
"Where were you?" Gordo asked me, after the Assistant Principal gave us a "tall" and told us we'd have ISS next week. I guess Mr. Davis was too busy.
"The AP''s office." I said as Parker walked up to us.
"She seriously sent you there? I thought she was just bluffing." Gordo said with a smirk.
"What's going on guys?" Parker inquired, already missing half of the conversation.
"Nothing. Miranda here just got herself ISS."
"Again? Miranda, you've really got to work on your charisma." Parker lectured, as usual.
"Sure, whatever you said." I retorted in a little less than enthusiastic tone.
"Good. Now, let's go to the assembly."
"What assembly?" I questioned as Gordo shrugged and Lizzie came over.
"It's about teen suicide, I think." She said, trying to match my near monotone voice.
"Oh." Parker uttered, trying to clear the awkward silence that was going on.
"Well, I'm not going." I finally said Gordo looked at me for the first time since Lizzie had come over.
"Why not? It's not going to hurt." Lizzie put her two cents in.
"I don't want to hear a bunch of fakes telling me something I already know. It's all a bunch of bull shit anyway."
"I know what you mean. Suicide is so yucky. I don't see how anyone could to that to themselves. We all have our hard times . that's life." Lizzie remarked as I fought back the urge punch her in the face. Ugh! She was so fake. I can't believe that Gordo can't see it.
And I swear she must've been born blonde because she has no common sense. She's been a senior for what three years now.
"I think we should all go." Parker stated, looking my direction. Uh- oh. I forgot about the time I talked to her about dying and not having anyone care.
"Fine. I'll go, but there's no guarantee that I'll stay awake." I said as Parker and I started to walk into the gym.
"We're going to be . around." Gordo whispered to me as Lizzie started to giggle.
(A/N: That's all. There isn't anymore .. @ least for this chapter. Please review!! -NL)
~Jacob~
"You're late again Mr. Underwood." Mrs. Gomez said as the door opened and Jacob walked in. Ugh. He was the one person I hated more than Nancy and Taylor combined. He was just so fake and you could tell that he was just going along with them.
"I know, but I have a pass this time." He said as he handed Mrs. Gomez his letter and she nods.
"Very well. Go sit down." She replied as he took the only available seat, next to me.
"Hey. You got a pencil?" He asked as I gave him an evil stare. It didn't work and he asked again.
"Here." I said annoyed that he came to class without a pencil. He was suppose to be in college, and here he was, in high school for his fifth year, and he couldn't even remember to bring a pencil? Ha. No wonder why he's still here. He probably only got here because half the teachers think he has a good arm and the other half don't want to see him again next year.
"Mr. Underwood, would you please share your poem with us?" Mrs. Gomez asked, bringing my attention back to Spanish. This was going to be interesting. Last time it was "Me Gusta Futbol' (I Like Football), what's it going to be now? I like to eat. (Me gusta comer.)
"Actually, I didn't have time to do it. You see with the game all ."
"I see. You need another referral." She said as I snickered and instantly regretted it. Something funny?"
"Kind of."
"Would you care to share."
"No."
"Why don't you tell us?"
"Honestly, I don't feel like it. Can we just get on with the lesson so I can take a nap?"
"Miranda, it's either share what you thought was so funny or get a referral!" She yelled as I shrugged. Either way it didn't matter. It meant less time in here, if I went, and I wouldn't be here for ISS or whatever they would give me this time.
"Here. Both of you. To the office." She said as she handed us two referrals."
"Hey. You dropped this." Jacob said, handing me my notebook with my most precious thoughts in it. Why I carried it to school today, I don't know.
I took my notebook back from him without a word. I was starting to think about this afternoon, or maybe really late at night. I wasn't quite sure yet.
"Don't I even get a thanks?" Jacob asked as I shrugged.
"Why are you talking to me? We aren't friends."
"So. It's called being nice."
"Who taught you that one?" I inquired sarcastically.
"I've always been nice."
"Not to me."
"Well, I'm being nice to you now, so get over it. Let the dead past bury it's dead." Jacob said, quoting Henry Longsfellow.
"So that's what you're doing . letting the past be buried . Come on, be real. I know that your rep is scarred and if I know, then everyone else knows too. Sorry you've been busted." I replied as we reached the office. I handed the secretary our note and we sat down, waiting to go into the principals office. "Oh, this is going to be fun."
"I know. Mr. Davis and I are great friends."
"I thought we weren't talking to each other. Remember, we aren't friends."
LATER THAT DAY
"Where were you?" Gordo asked me, after the Assistant Principal gave us a "tall" and told us we'd have ISS next week. I guess Mr. Davis was too busy.
"The AP''s office." I said as Parker walked up to us.
"She seriously sent you there? I thought she was just bluffing." Gordo said with a smirk.
"What's going on guys?" Parker inquired, already missing half of the conversation.
"Nothing. Miranda here just got herself ISS."
"Again? Miranda, you've really got to work on your charisma." Parker lectured, as usual.
"Sure, whatever you said." I retorted in a little less than enthusiastic tone.
"Good. Now, let's go to the assembly."
"What assembly?" I questioned as Gordo shrugged and Lizzie came over.
"It's about teen suicide, I think." She said, trying to match my near monotone voice.
"Oh." Parker uttered, trying to clear the awkward silence that was going on.
"Well, I'm not going." I finally said Gordo looked at me for the first time since Lizzie had come over.
"Why not? It's not going to hurt." Lizzie put her two cents in.
"I don't want to hear a bunch of fakes telling me something I already know. It's all a bunch of bull shit anyway."
"I know what you mean. Suicide is so yucky. I don't see how anyone could to that to themselves. We all have our hard times . that's life." Lizzie remarked as I fought back the urge punch her in the face. Ugh! She was so fake. I can't believe that Gordo can't see it.
And I swear she must've been born blonde because she has no common sense. She's been a senior for what three years now.
"I think we should all go." Parker stated, looking my direction. Uh- oh. I forgot about the time I talked to her about dying and not having anyone care.
"Fine. I'll go, but there's no guarantee that I'll stay awake." I said as Parker and I started to walk into the gym.
"We're going to be . around." Gordo whispered to me as Lizzie started to giggle.
(A/N: That's all. There isn't anymore .. @ least for this chapter. Please review!! -NL)