Friday, November 12, 2010

Hes A Fighter

My years at high school could not of been better, well except for the last part of the last year when ...the heart break began. Lunch bell rang and I rushed to lunch as usual, and as usual the line was as long as it was promised not to be...im just saying that it was really long like REALLY long. I sighed and got in back of the person at the end of the line. When i finally got to the beginning of the line i was ready to give up. But then the return route was just as long so i just endured it. When i finally arrived at the usual table i sit at because i know some of the people. I ate my lunch and just as i finished up the table behind us erupted with a scream. Behind me two teens guys had started fighting, I was viewing it as everyone else, as an outsider. It seemed like the taller guy was bullying the smaller boy so i was siding with the smaller guy. When the fight finally cooled down the guys were taken away i talked about it to the people at the my table and we all sided for the smaller guy. The next week my schedule was changed because i got transferred to a home economic class. Now i had a new class for math. Aw now i had to try to make friends all over again. I was seated next to another person who was absent...well i thought "he" was absent. Just as the bell rang the taller guy who had been fighting walked in. Nice...next to a guy who was in a fight and hadn't even been expelled...wonder what the story was. I turn around and stare at the board. Did i get transferred to a lower class? I already know all this i think as i dig around in my bag for my notes. Mhmm i already learned this...another trip to the councilor awwww i wanted to go to the library. I take out some paper and copy down the UN-needed notes while the guy next to me starts sleeping. Ok?! he sits right in front of the teacher...Just then the teacher yells at the guy next to you which is when i find out his name is Kevin. The teacher asks for Kevin's notes at the end of the period so as i walk out i slip him my notes i wont need them not when i would probably be transferred again. I leave and head to English.~END~
After school i head to the councilor's office to change my classes again. I explain that i had already passed the lesson that the teacher was teaching and if i could be transferred to a higher class at this point i hear a person coming in behind me, i turn around and see Kevin. Err i'll talk to you tomorrow you say to your councilor and slip past Kevin. At the library i pick some books and hang out with some people i know before my parents pick me up. ~END~
Today in math i see Kevin again and take notes since i might not be transferred out...and once again Kevin is asleep and the teacher is teaching a lesson I learned 3 weeks ago. Im bored i mutter to myself. Same as always the teacher yells at Kevin to give him the notes...ugh i cant take this im going to transfer. I unknowingly give my notes to Kevin and leave the class thinking about what to say to the councilor. After school i manage to convince my councilor that i should be transferred to another math class. As i walk out i nearly run into Kevin AGAIN. Seriously the guy is everywhere!...i squeeze past him. I notice that my schedule is mixed up again so i head out to find the class then walked home.~END~
In my new math class i notice that the class is still a little behind but not behind enough for me to be bored. As the bell rings on the next day i see Kevin walk in and sits in the empty seat next to me...what is he doing here? I wait to see if hes really in the roll call,which he is...as usual i take notes but Kevin isn't asleep because i can feel his stare on my paper, thinking hes just copying my notes i ignore it and as usual i rush out of class..well i tried to today except Kevin pulled me back. I turn back and stare at him...maybe he needs my notes, i hand him my notes and try to walk off but he just pulls me back making me seriously mad. I was really hungry!!!! and the line was probably going to get longer. No one would be waiting for me at least since all of my friends had gone to another school, and i was really bad at making friends. I glare at Kevin now but he just grins making me glare harder. He stands up but still doesnt let go of my arm making me even more angrier because he was taking forever. My stomach growls and i turn to glare at him only to see that his grin has disappeared and replaced with a guilty look. You where rushing to lunch? he asks Yea...i didnt eat breakfast so im pretty hungry manage to say. Something connected in his head and he started pulling me out of the class and to the junior lunch line. Hey i cant go in this line im not old enough. I know that is all he says Annoyed i try to pull away again but he only pulls me along faster []:< . When he gets into the cafeteria faster than i do when i get into the sophomore line. He stares at me and i finally get it. Kevin was trying to get me lunch...um its ok i can just get into line but he just scowls at me so i meekly grab some food. At the exit you i thank him and try to head off but he pulls you along with him AGAIN. He starts going up the steps for the roof. Wait we cant go up here its banned but he just ignores me. He opens the door and i forget that we arent suppose to be up here. The sky looked like you could touch it...while i was staring Kevin tried to shove food at me. I grab the salad before he spilled it and started eating. Kevin just takes out a bag of chips and lays down. Arent you going to eat i ask I am he replys i mean like real food. this is real food. No i mean like a lunch! this is lunch the whole time i was getting angry but he just grinned. Did you know you look good when you mad, cuz you have an expression. I stare at him blankly...was he the same guy that got into a fight? why did you get into the fight last week i ask. he turns away and mutters something. What is it? i ask then i hear his stomach growls. psh guys...i grab my bread bun and throw it at him. Ouch! what the...oh thanks eat something real tomorrow! i scowl at him He grins which makes me scowl harder. He turns around and tells me about the fight....

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