CH. 5
I swung my hoody on and walked at a fast pace down the deserted hall. As soon as my locker was in sight I started to walk faster towards it. I twirled the metal to the left, then right, then left again. I yanked down and unhooked it. I opened it lightly and looked at the inside of the door, there were about 4 pictures pasted onto the dark and light surface. One was of Tom and me it was taken about 2 years ago when it was my last year of dancing. We were standing in front of the dance stage and I was wearing the green and white dance outfit. I had been on Derek's team at the time, that year was the year that I realized what he was really like, and how all the guys were. Cheating, lying, idiotic, jerks. I moved on to the picture that was across the middle of my locker put sideways on purpose. It had a girl with red hair, long, nice legs, who was taller then the girl on her left. They were both on a white, wood, porch, swing the red head on the right side and a young girl with bronze brown hair falling out of a fast put up bun on the left. Both were smiling wide smiles but all in all they looked like they were the happiest friends in the world. The fire hot red head was wearing blue jean shorts with an emerald green shirt on while having her knees scrunched up to her chin and her arms swung against them. The bronze haired girl had a pair of black shorts on that were pretty short and a blue and green tank top on that brought out her green eyes. She had one leg to the side that lent against the backing of the swing with the other scrunched out laying on its side and sticking out with her arm hanging off the one that was half way up against the back board.
The picture that was close to the side was of a middle-aged man with gray hair dressed in a military suit with a bunch of badges and medals. He had gold eyes with a cap on so not much of his hair showed but still a majority of it did. I looked at that picture and smiled a slight smile. He was my dad it was taken about a year or so ago. The last picture was of a woman that was a little shorter then the man. She had dark brown, long hair twisted in a bun, with a white, knee high dress on and a nurse hat with her bangs sticking out of it. She had a bluish green tint to her eyes and by her side was a twelve year old that was wearing a pair of baggy, camo, pants with black boots, and a white tank top on with her amazing brown hair pulled back in a messy tied bun. I had to smile at that picture of my mother and me. At the time I was obsessed with the whole tomb boyish thing and I still am just not as much. I snickered as I remembered when me, Tom and Melissa used to play around in the cock pits of the jets while my dad worked on them when he had time. Melissa Roberts was the missing link. She was my best childhood friend besides Tom, me, and her were the closest. Tom, her, and me were called the three musketeers many time or the trio of trouble. She was the girl in the picture when we were on the porch swing. I remember how we used to do all of our gossiping there, and I would normally stay with her there until we were to tired to talk any more about our problems and about school.
You see Tom, Melissa, and me were in a row of three houses, mine was the middle one, Tom on the right, and Mel on the left side of my house. We stayed there for practically all of my life. That was until now that we moved here, to Coral Gable. Fortunately, Tom's father also was transferred to this new base and was able to get a house that was beside ours so that it would be easier on Tom and me. But I missed my old home. My real home back in Coral Springs. I remembered how me and mom used to bake cookies while Mel and Tom would start to lick the bowl and leave me the spoon as I helped my mom with spreading the cookies out right. I could feel tears pricking the corners of my eyes from remembering all the good times I used to have. I promised myself after my mom died that I would never cry again 'cause from what I heard around the army after she died was that it made you we and that was the last thing I wanted to be. May be that's why I'm so stubborn and I stay cold the way I do, but all I knew was that about a year after my mom's death Mel died too.
I had been able to be on our school's team when I was in Jr. High and I was going to be competing against a lot of teams. I wasn't as excited as I should have been, but it was hard not having mom around so it still felt weird. Well just my dumb luck I had gotten held back one night after practice by our team leader to help him gather things up. Mel was going to wait up for me but I knew she was tired and needed sleep so I told her to go ahead and I'd meet her in our hotel room we shared. Well while me and my team leader, which happened to be Derek, were putting away the team's mats and all the supplies we heard a scream then a screech of a car's tires. I ran outside to see my best friend in the middle of the road lying there still with no motion that I could see of. I ran over to her sobbing and begging for her to wake up but I soon realized that she was gone. They never did catch who did it and that was the night I realized that life was nothing but pain and suffering. Derek soon tried to distract me from the accident by working me over time on practices to where when I got home I would fall asleep on the sofa and Tom being the first one to see me put me in bed. Soon he noticed that it wasn't working and got fed up with me and we got into a fight. While yelling at each other he had told me that he had his friend hit Mel on purpose so that I would have more time for the team. He said that I was nothing and I had finally realized that's why he was in such a hurry to get her out the door and why he didn't seem so sad. I never forgave him and went to the police but they didn't believe me since his dad was the principle of the school. But then again my dad and Tom never really did either.
I was snapped back to reality when I felt a hand placed upon my shoulder and I noticed that I had the picture of Mel and me on the porch swing in my hand with a drop of moisture on the picture. " It's not your fault that Mel died,. and you're going to have to face the drinking and driving things sooner or later. I know it's hard babes for you to talk about your mom's death by a drunk driver but may be it would help to say why you don't want to do it." Tom said in such a soft voice that it tickled my neck. I turned around in rage. How could he possibly think if me and me own father didn't bring her up or even Mel that I would tell that bunch? "It's none of their business! That's why,. and if me and my own father don't talk about it how can I tell them. Besides I don't even like them the only reason I'm doing the leader thing was because of you and that you want me too!" I shouted out in rage while I could feel my breathes shorten and them hiss out of my mouth with much force. "You haven't given them a chance! So how do you know you don't like them?" He asked angrily and I felt a bit hurt that he didn't stay by my side totally but by the bunch of prep's side. I could feel my throat feel like it was closing up and I sucked in bigger breathes and I felt as though I couldn't talk or anything. All I knew was that I was soon running down the side walks of our school and I could hear shouts from Tom for me to come back. But I didn't dare go back, I suddenly didn't feel so good and left the school. I hid the car keys where I normally sis for Tom. I felt as though I could hardly get control of myself let alone drive to my house. So I started to run. Run as fast as I could to get to the house that was now called my "home". I could feel the rain beat against my face as my wet clothes clung to my drenched body. My hair stuck to my face and once I got home I ran to the training room. I stopped in mid run and came upon the red leather punching bag, and I soon started a punching and kicking frenzy. For how long I didn't know but it was until school had gotten out since I heard a loud slam of the doer and looked to my left to see Tom with the rest of them standing at the door way staring at me once again. But Tom this time looked concerned.
I swung my hoody on and walked at a fast pace down the deserted hall. As soon as my locker was in sight I started to walk faster towards it. I twirled the metal to the left, then right, then left again. I yanked down and unhooked it. I opened it lightly and looked at the inside of the door, there were about 4 pictures pasted onto the dark and light surface. One was of Tom and me it was taken about 2 years ago when it was my last year of dancing. We were standing in front of the dance stage and I was wearing the green and white dance outfit. I had been on Derek's team at the time, that year was the year that I realized what he was really like, and how all the guys were. Cheating, lying, idiotic, jerks. I moved on to the picture that was across the middle of my locker put sideways on purpose. It had a girl with red hair, long, nice legs, who was taller then the girl on her left. They were both on a white, wood, porch, swing the red head on the right side and a young girl with bronze brown hair falling out of a fast put up bun on the left. Both were smiling wide smiles but all in all they looked like they were the happiest friends in the world. The fire hot red head was wearing blue jean shorts with an emerald green shirt on while having her knees scrunched up to her chin and her arms swung against them. The bronze haired girl had a pair of black shorts on that were pretty short and a blue and green tank top on that brought out her green eyes. She had one leg to the side that lent against the backing of the swing with the other scrunched out laying on its side and sticking out with her arm hanging off the one that was half way up against the back board.
The picture that was close to the side was of a middle-aged man with gray hair dressed in a military suit with a bunch of badges and medals. He had gold eyes with a cap on so not much of his hair showed but still a majority of it did. I looked at that picture and smiled a slight smile. He was my dad it was taken about a year or so ago. The last picture was of a woman that was a little shorter then the man. She had dark brown, long hair twisted in a bun, with a white, knee high dress on and a nurse hat with her bangs sticking out of it. She had a bluish green tint to her eyes and by her side was a twelve year old that was wearing a pair of baggy, camo, pants with black boots, and a white tank top on with her amazing brown hair pulled back in a messy tied bun. I had to smile at that picture of my mother and me. At the time I was obsessed with the whole tomb boyish thing and I still am just not as much. I snickered as I remembered when me, Tom and Melissa used to play around in the cock pits of the jets while my dad worked on them when he had time. Melissa Roberts was the missing link. She was my best childhood friend besides Tom, me, and her were the closest. Tom, her, and me were called the three musketeers many time or the trio of trouble. She was the girl in the picture when we were on the porch swing. I remember how we used to do all of our gossiping there, and I would normally stay with her there until we were to tired to talk any more about our problems and about school.
You see Tom, Melissa, and me were in a row of three houses, mine was the middle one, Tom on the right, and Mel on the left side of my house. We stayed there for practically all of my life. That was until now that we moved here, to Coral Gable. Fortunately, Tom's father also was transferred to this new base and was able to get a house that was beside ours so that it would be easier on Tom and me. But I missed my old home. My real home back in Coral Springs. I remembered how me and mom used to bake cookies while Mel and Tom would start to lick the bowl and leave me the spoon as I helped my mom with spreading the cookies out right. I could feel tears pricking the corners of my eyes from remembering all the good times I used to have. I promised myself after my mom died that I would never cry again 'cause from what I heard around the army after she died was that it made you we and that was the last thing I wanted to be. May be that's why I'm so stubborn and I stay cold the way I do, but all I knew was that about a year after my mom's death Mel died too.
I had been able to be on our school's team when I was in Jr. High and I was going to be competing against a lot of teams. I wasn't as excited as I should have been, but it was hard not having mom around so it still felt weird. Well just my dumb luck I had gotten held back one night after practice by our team leader to help him gather things up. Mel was going to wait up for me but I knew she was tired and needed sleep so I told her to go ahead and I'd meet her in our hotel room we shared. Well while me and my team leader, which happened to be Derek, were putting away the team's mats and all the supplies we heard a scream then a screech of a car's tires. I ran outside to see my best friend in the middle of the road lying there still with no motion that I could see of. I ran over to her sobbing and begging for her to wake up but I soon realized that she was gone. They never did catch who did it and that was the night I realized that life was nothing but pain and suffering. Derek soon tried to distract me from the accident by working me over time on practices to where when I got home I would fall asleep on the sofa and Tom being the first one to see me put me in bed. Soon he noticed that it wasn't working and got fed up with me and we got into a fight. While yelling at each other he had told me that he had his friend hit Mel on purpose so that I would have more time for the team. He said that I was nothing and I had finally realized that's why he was in such a hurry to get her out the door and why he didn't seem so sad. I never forgave him and went to the police but they didn't believe me since his dad was the principle of the school. But then again my dad and Tom never really did either.
I was snapped back to reality when I felt a hand placed upon my shoulder and I noticed that I had the picture of Mel and me on the porch swing in my hand with a drop of moisture on the picture. " It's not your fault that Mel died,. and you're going to have to face the drinking and driving things sooner or later. I know it's hard babes for you to talk about your mom's death by a drunk driver but may be it would help to say why you don't want to do it." Tom said in such a soft voice that it tickled my neck. I turned around in rage. How could he possibly think if me and me own father didn't bring her up or even Mel that I would tell that bunch? "It's none of their business! That's why,. and if me and my own father don't talk about it how can I tell them. Besides I don't even like them the only reason I'm doing the leader thing was because of you and that you want me too!" I shouted out in rage while I could feel my breathes shorten and them hiss out of my mouth with much force. "You haven't given them a chance! So how do you know you don't like them?" He asked angrily and I felt a bit hurt that he didn't stay by my side totally but by the bunch of prep's side. I could feel my throat feel like it was closing up and I sucked in bigger breathes and I felt as though I couldn't talk or anything. All I knew was that I was soon running down the side walks of our school and I could hear shouts from Tom for me to come back. But I didn't dare go back, I suddenly didn't feel so good and left the school. I hid the car keys where I normally sis for Tom. I felt as though I could hardly get control of myself let alone drive to my house. So I started to run. Run as fast as I could to get to the house that was now called my "home". I could feel the rain beat against my face as my wet clothes clung to my drenched body. My hair stuck to my face and once I got home I ran to the training room. I stopped in mid run and came upon the red leather punching bag, and I soon started a punching and kicking frenzy. For how long I didn't know but it was until school had gotten out since I heard a loud slam of the doer and looked to my left to see Tom with the rest of them standing at the door way staring at me once again. But Tom this time looked concerned.