Emily meets me at my locker before 6th hour with a giant grin plastered onto her face.
"What's with you?" I ask. "Something's got you in a good mood, I can tell." I'm stating the obvious, but I know it's what she wants me to do. She likes for people to notice every emotion that she experiences.
"Guess what?" Too excited in my opinion. I shrug and lift an eyebrow as if to say What? and she continues. "Mitchell asked me to prom! Finally!"
She squeals, and I squeal along with her because I know it is what will make her happy.
"I'm so happy for you." I say, hoping my voice matches my words while I work at keeping a smile plastered onto my face.
She squeals one last time before giving me a quick hug and trotting down the hallway to her 6th hour geometry class. I have American History.
I sigh as I shut my locker. Another conversation gone and went. I trudge toward my class and barely make it to my desk as the bell rings. Mrs. Lucas claps in an attempt to silence the class, which doesn't work. Someone at the front of the room yells "Shut up!" and the class falls silent.
"Thank you, Mitchell." Says Mrs. Lucas as she turns on the SmartBoard. Figures. I should have known it would be Emily's lover to be a teacher's pet.
We begin to watch a documentary on the Civil War, which is actually pretty interesting. It at least distracts me from life. As I watch soldiers with green and blue uniforms get shot in the head and Abraham Lincoln try to figure out how to win this war, I slowly begin to get tired. I stayed up late the night before, restless with the troubles of my now-everyday life. Slowly, I begin to drift off until I am floating in a world of dreams. Not just dreams, but nightmares born from my anxiety and fear. I'm screaming for my mother as she slips away. As the mother I've known for years turns into a monster created by a terrible illness of the mind.
A screaming fills my ears, but it isn't mine. Suddenly, I jerk awake. All around me, people are beginning to pack up their bags and head out of the classroom. The screaming I had heard was the bell.
I gather my things and head out of the door. I expect Mrs. Lucas to stop me and scold me for falling asleep in class. But she doesn't. That's weird. I head to 7th hour, planning period. I spend all my time in the library during this hour, doing homework or pretending that I'm caught up in a book while I'm really just trying to comprehend life.
I know, I'm being super depressing. Let me skip to a more happy part in today's events.