Do you know all those movies, where the new kid in town, is going to school for the very first time? Well it´s his first day of school, and to go to school he has to get on the bus, but he´s scared. His mom comforts him and says `sweetie, you`ll do fine`, so he´s reassured by his mom´s words and goes on the bus. On the bus, all the kids stare at him, and some even throw paper airplanes at him, no one lets him sit next to them except for one guy. He lets the new kid sit next to him, and they become best friends, facing the world together. One bus at a time.
I know, gross right?
Those people, who created that cheesy movie, made it so they can hide the actual truth from all of you.
This is what atually happens when you get on the bus, or rather, when I get on the bus.
As I walked down the aisle, all the people completely ignored me. That´s it, that´s all they did. I looked around for a seat, but all the kids had cleverly used their stuff to make it look like there was no space at all. So I walked down the aisle and prayed I´d find an empty seat.
As I looked around, I saw a dark haired arabian girl waving at me. She had on a black skull t-shirt with a black silver buttoned vest on top of it, a black denim skirt, and some black converse. She was my best friend Helen.
"hey," I said as I slid down next to her. She nodded in response, and started fiddling with her black leather bracelet, what she does when she´s nervous.
Helen rarely talks and rarely shows emotions, though her eyes always portray sadness no matter what she´s doing. She only talks to her friends, which just happens to be only me, she rarely talks to other people. So you can imagine the tight situation we´re in.
I remember how I met Helen. She was being bullied by some preppy girls, they were teasing her about how emo she looked, considering she wore black clothes and black eyeliner didn´t help much. I was just happening to walk by in the hallway, when i saw this, so i stopped to see what was going to happen, considering emo people at my school mess people up if someone picks on them. But not helen, nooo, she just walked by comepletely ignoring the comments that they were making. Though I could see that her back was stiff and her fingers were white from holding her books too tight.
Then one of the girls shoved her books out of her hands, sending them sprawling across the hall. All the people were suddenly silent as they saw helen look up from the floor, to stare at the girl in the eye, her name was krissie. Everyone in the hall was silent, waiting to see what helen would do to her.
"What are you going to do?" Krissie hissed tauntigly.
Helen stared at her, turned around, and started walking away. Krissie stood their fuming, expecting helen to do something, wanting helen to do something, so she could have a reason to do something to her. I guess the best thing helen could have done was walk away, I remember krissie was so, so angry Krissie opened her mouth and closed it, clearly surprised, then walked over to helen and pushed her so she fell on the floor. When helen didn´t do anything, i interfered of course, but both of us had still gotten in trouble, of course krissie didn´t though i had no idea how she got away with everything.
So now i´m helen´s bodygaurd, which is the ultimate threat considering i´ve been taking karate since second grade.
"Elva?¨ Helen asked, trying to get my attention, snapping me out of my trance.
"Huh, sorry what?" I asked staring into her night eyes, and for the first time, i saw fear. I mean, helen isn´t the type of person to go around screaming with her hands in the air: " Oh my gosh I´m so scared and the world hates me! All this pressure is gonna make me burst into tears!". Basically, what
I´m trying to say is that Helen is never scared, she´s reliable like that. She never sounded nervous either, her voice was always quiet, calm, and so, so soothing.
Though right now, Helen´s voice wasn´t soothing, in fact, anything other than that. Her voice sounded nervous, and even though she only said one word, it looked like she had a difficult time saying my name.
"You know that camp that I´m always talking about?" She asked, nercously fiddling with her bracelet. Her accent coming thick in my ears, because her first language was arabic, not english. Her heratige only gave people more of a reason to pick on her, considering everyone thought she was going to bomb our school or something.
I nodded. Evey summer, Helen went to this camp where most of her friends were; I´m the only one out of camp that´s her friend. She talked so much about it, but at the same time she didn´t. She never told me what kind of camp it´s for, and what they did their. When I started to ask about stuff like that, she would return back to her silent self, staring anywhere but at me. During those times I realized that I didn´t know a lot of stuff about my best friend, it kind of made me feel lonely.
"Well you see, the thing is," ´Helen whispered nervously, fumbling on with her bracelet, "You´re a-".
What ever she was about to say was cut off as the bus lerched forward and the kids around us started to stand up, picking up their things. Helen stared at me longingly, like the thing she was about to tell me was life or death.
I scooped up my backpack and stood up, Helen slowly following my example. We walked off the bus with the rest of the stamped of students.
"Don´t worry about it Helen," I told her reassuringly as we walked to our lockers, my voice sounding sincere," You can tell me what you were gonna say later, I mean, it´s not like I could die or anything".
Helen nodded half-heartedly, and murmered something that sounded like a maybe. The way she just did the actions with no feeling watsoever, creeped me out. Helen always used more emotion in hand gestures and body language.
I pondered this as I went to my home room class through the hall with all my morning books. It was as if Helen didn´t believe me, as if Helen didn´t believe the last statement I told her was true.
