I Was Wrong
c h a p t e r 7

I try and forget about what just happened. I continue to walk on until I find a bench. I sit down, I feel the cold bench hit up against my jeans. I sigh a long, deep sigh. I'm just not happy. I'm not happy with myself or with my life. I feel like I'm wasting this life and someone else who actually deserves it should have it, not me. I'm doing nothing with it, I'm not making a change to the world, I'm not helping with the enviroment. I put a water bottle in the trash when the recycle bin was right next to it.
I'm worthless. I don't matter.
My thoughts were interrupted by a car going by. I watch the car drive. The driver is a boy, probably 20 years old. He looked pretty young.
I get up and walk back home, there was really nothing else to do and anyway I have to go to Yolanda's in 2 hours.

I wake up in my warm, comfortable bed on Monday morning. I rub my eyes and get some of the crust off of them. I yawned, got up, and looked in the mirror. I'm disappointed in what I see. Oh well, I get dressed, brush my teeth, comb my hair, and I'm out the door. I walk by Sam's house and she doesn't come out like she usually does. I just keep walking until I make it to school.
I see the girl I saw at the park.
"Hi," I said as I walk towards her. I gave her a small wave.
"Hi," she says waving goodbye to the girl she was talking to, to talk to me.
"What's up?" I ask nonchalantly.
"Uh, class should start in about 5 mintues," she says pointing to the class she is supposed to go to.
"Oh, yeah, I guess. Anyway, what was that all about on Saturday?" I ask sounded as calm as I could.
"Oh, I just like walking and I usually go to the park."
"Okay," I say holding on to the "y" a little more than I should've, "but you came out of the woods and there isn't a path in there," I think I'm doing a pretty good job trying to figure out why she was there and acting so weird.
I see Sam walk by. She looks at me and then looks down. She is approached by Jason and he asks, "What's wrong?" He is so sweet. "Nothing," she replies and they walk to her locker.
"I like the woods," she says. Wow, good excuse.
"Whatever you say," I say giving her half a smile and then walking away. As I walk I just start to wonder why this is so important to me. It's probably important just because I have nothing else to focus on.