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Foster in,
Foster out
“Shut up, I don’t want the world to know!” I
yelled at Sienna punching her in the arm. “Ouch, fine. Damn
that really hurt.” She whined rubbing her arm as she
started up the car. “So when did it happen?” Sienna
asked not letting the conversation go. I paused for a moment and
let the question linger in the air.
“Two weeks ago.” I said staring out the window.
“And you’re just now telling me!” She yelled as
if she was hurt. “Just be happy I told you at all.” I
said shooting her a look. After that she just drove in silence.
The only noise was our breathing. As we rounded the corner by my
house Sienna said, “I’m going to London
tomorrow.” I looked at her and opened the car door. As I
got out I said, “Now who’s holding back?” I
closed the door and ran up to my room.
I stared up at the ceiling as the words to “King for a
day” by Pierce the Veil screamed in my ears. Every since I
moved to Niles, my life had started to fall apart. I started to
lose sight of who I am, who I want to be. The only thing I could
think about now was whether or not that was the last conversation
I’d ever have with my best friend. “So that’s
why I’m here.” I said closing my notebook and looking
around at the class, the strangers I was now forced to call my
“family.”
“No one wants you here!” I heard someone shout. I
tried not to let it phase me; so I kept my head held high and
walked back to my seat. It didn’t matter to me whether or
not I was wanted here because I didn’t want to be here. I
laid my head on the cold hard desk trying not to think about it.
The harder I tried not to think about it, the faster the memories
came flooding back. The only thing I could hear was the new guy
from channel 16 repeatedly saying “tragic accident, plane
134 crashed killing all passengers aboard."
I could feel the tears now streaming down my face. I knew that
there were about ten pairs of eyes on me. I couldn’t take
it anymore; I stood up and ran out the class room. I sat on the
side stairs of the H-shaped high school called Richmond High.
I placed my ear buds in my ears and leaned my head against the
wall, closing my eyes. My music was my only get away. It was the
one place where no one could tell me I was wrong. It was the one
place where I was understood and loved for who I was. I felt as
if I could stay here forever. Just me, the side stairs, and my
music.
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