Just So You Know (1)

Just So You Know (1)

“Carlie, breakfast is ready; and hurry it up, school starts in twenty minutes!” my mother yelled at me as I scurried through piles of clothes to look for something to wear. It was my first day of school becoming a junior. I was excited, but really dreading going and seeing old faces from the previous year; especially those that made fun of me because I didn’t have a boyfriend. To be honest, it didn’t bother me that much. I just tried to ignore them as much as possible.

I ran to my closet and opened it up and grabbed a grey Hollister tee that I could barely fit into anymore, so I threw a green graphic zip up over top it. Then I went over to my dresser right beside my closet and took out a light wash jeans mini skirt. Normally, I didn’t wear skirts, but for some reason I was in the mood that morning. I slipped on a pair of silver flip flops, picked up my book bag off the floor, and headed down stair for breakfast. My sister Cynthia and my father sat at the table across from each other, chomping down on the breakfast, but not saying a word. They had a fight the night before so this was pretty awkward. Cynthia had already graduated. Lucky her, she didn’t have to deal with the school anymore.

I sat down in the chair between the two of them, as my mother comes from behind me and placed two over light eggs, two slices of toast, and I reached out and grabbed a pear out of the basket on the table.

“Thanks mom.” I said cheerfully. She nodded and sat down across from me.

After the unusual breakfast, I realized I was going to be late for school. I slung my book bag across my shoulder and said good-bye to my parents, rushing out the door to get in my black Chevy Blazer. It was pretty beat up, but I couldn’t afford anything else.

As I pulled into the parking lot at school and shut off the vehicle, I had only five minutes to spare. I locked up the Blazer and literally ran into the school doors. I had homeroom with Mr. Lettermen, who was on the other end of the school. I’m never going to make it! I thought, rushing to get to class. As soon as I stepped into his room, the late bell rang and everyone stared at me, saying “Ooah,” knowing I was pretty darn close. Great way to start out the new school year Carlie.

I took a seat in the back row, next to my friend Farah, who was trying not to laugh.

“Hey, don’t laugh at me. I know I was close, but I made it.” I whispered to her.

“Yeah I know.” She smirked rolling her eyes playfully.

The morning seemed to drag on forever, until lunch. I had a difficult time to find something that was healthy. My doctor and my parents both agree that I should go on a diet and work out to lose a few pounds, though we all know that diets don’t really work. I finally settled on a salad, an apple, and water. To me, I didn’t find it that appealing.

As I looked around to find a seat after I paid the cashier, there wasn’t many seats to pick from. Farah had a different lunch schedule then me, which meant I was on my own. I saw an open table with two guys I some what recognize. It’s either that or nothing at all. I told myself.

“May I seat here with you guys?” I asked politely, as they looked up at me, obviously interrupting in their conversation.

“Sure,” the curly haired boy replied, as I placed my tray across from them and he said, “You don’t have to sit so far away. We don’t bite.”

I smiled and stated “Gee I’d hope not.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. I’m Tomlin.” The curly haired guy introduced. He had hazel green eyes and sandy curly hair. He held out his hand for me to shake it, so I did.

“Aren’t you on the boy’s lacrosse team?” I questioned, thinking of all the guys I know on the team. My sister use to date a boy on the team and we knew almost everyone of them.

“Yeah so is Ryan.” He responded, pointing over to his friend beside him. Ryan stared at her as she stared back. Ryan had dark brown hair that was just above his eyes, which reminded me of puddles of mud. What is up with him? She thought. He hasn’t said anything to me yet. I can tell he must only talk to jocks unlike me. What an ass?

There was a long empty silence that really started to bother me. I ate a couple forkfuls of my salad but I got sick of it. “So Ryan do you do anything else besides lacrosse?” I asked, trying to embark on a conversation.

“Yeah I play the guitar. My band and I are in the route to getting a major record deal.” He explained, feeling confident in himself.

I widened my eyes. “No way! That is pretty amazing. I always wanted to be in a band or just sing solo, but I gave up that dream a long time ago.” I sighed, taking a few bites out of my apple, and then sipping my water.

“Why give up on such a dream?” Tomlin questioned, coming back into the conversation.

“Just figured it was impossible for a girl like me,” I told them.

“Anyone can dream, but many can succeed that dream.” Ryan retorted.

He was right, but I could never see myself becoming a singer, particularly when I’m afraid to go out on stage in front of thousands, no millions of people, watching my every move.

Authors Notes: So what do you think? Should I continue? Any feedback or criticism? It is greatly appreciated. It will get better as I get deeper into the story, trust me.

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