Blame
Chapter 3:My Savior and the War Continues.
I was shaking badly when I walked out of that classroom,what did I do to deserve this? I headed down the hall,my head lowered in defeat. Suddenly I cast my gaze torward the murial of JT and walked torward it,thanking god the halls where empty. Staring up I raised my hand to gently slide my fingers over his face. Tears where falling down my cheeks as I did this. "You where my savior. You know that? I don't know where Bella and I would've been if we hadn't had you. In that short period of time you where a hero. You made me feel good about myself,you helped me when you could,you where like a father to Isabella. I never thanked you for that did I?" I let out a sad laugh and looked down. "I know you weren't in love with me and subconsciously I believe that I always knew. Your heart belonged to Liberty. This may sound selfish but I didn't want to let you go. You where the best thing besides Bella that had ever happened in my life. So just thank you. Thank you for being there. Thanks for listening and caring and making me laugh. You where always like an angel and now you really are one. I hope you will be proud of me and the choices I make in the future. That's what I want. You where pretty much the best friend I ever had." With that I gently kissed the painted face and walked off.
It feels good to have finally gotten those words out. They where words that I had wanted to say but hadn't got to when he was still alive. I smiled with conentment and hurried torwards Media Immersion.
Mr.Simpson looked at me when I walked in and asked gently,"Miss.Jones,what made you late this time?"
"I had something to do. I'm sorry." I said,looking down at the linoleum floor.
"Take your seat. We will be talking about your tardiness after class." He said as he began to give out the directions of what we where going to do for the day. Manny turned torwards me and gave me a sympathetic smile before turning back to her computer. Shaking my head I looked at my computer and began the work only to see an IM from Manny. It read:Manny: 'I'm sorry about them. They're usually not like that.' I furrowed my brow in question. Who was she talking about? Then it hit me. She must mean all of her friends.Mia: It's okay. I kinda understand where they're coming from.' I typed back,sending it an going back to my work,not wanting anymore trouble.
After class,I waited while everyone else left and then walked over to Mr.Simpson. "Mr.Simpson?" I say,trying to gain his attention. He looks up from his laptop and shuts it. "Mia,have a seat." he offers,pointing to the chair across his desk from him.
"Mia,I know that you have been having a hard time since..since what happened to JT." He began to say.
"Everyone has Mr.Simpson." I corrected.
"Yes but not everyone is being blamed for it and not everyone is getting their lives made miserable." He responded,shaking his head.
"Look Mr.Simpson,I can deal with it." I say to him. Untrue,it was tearing me up inside that I was so hated,but what could I do? I understood their anger. Without listening to what else he might want to say I walked out only to see Johnny DeMarco and Spinner Mason fighting.