I listened to Kiara crunching on the bright red apple she grabbed on her way out the door. My eyes quickly took in the neon yellow numbers on the dashboard. According to it, I did not have enough time to stop by Starbucks to get Kiara some breakfast. Of all days I did not have food stashed away in my car, this was the day. Usually, I had at least a granola bar, but when I took my cousins on a joyride the other day Charlie gobbled it up. I don't blame her, they were delicious. Unfortunately, I forgot to replenish my stock. I tried to recall if I had any snacks in my backpack. What about the pack of nuts? No, I ate them one morning when I had to rush out with food. You had a bar of chocolate, where did that go? Oh right, I gave it to Kayla when she was feeling lightheaded. I was truly out of options. I feel so bad. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Kiara would get extremely crabby without proper nourishment. Plus, she would not focus in class and she really needed to focus
''I have never felt so humiliated in my entire life. I stood in the middle of the stage with this huge bright light shining directly in my eyes. I had sweat dripping down my forehead and the whole auditorium was so quiet you could hear the toilet flush from across campus. Everyone was sitting there waiting for me to say something, anything. What was I to do or say? I just knew I blew my chances with the Juilliard scout, I just knew it. I wanted to just cry. Maybe if I cried enough it would wash out the whole auditorium, am I right? Thanks to Ms Fiddleson for mouthing the words to me, so I just carried on as if my skirt didn't just rip in half," I paused to take a sip of my water before I continued, "The performance went on fine after that but afterwards, Fiddleson gave me that look and I know that when I see her again she's going to throw a fit. The good news is that the scout came up to me and-,'' I stopped when I realised Zack wasn't focussed on anything I was saying. ''And then he
I stood outside of the school and watched as the fallen leaves blow across the car park. I wasn't interested in actually watching leaves change colour, it was merely a distraction. I was waiting for Zack so we could go home together. Today we were going by his house to watch a random movie. It was our tradition, every Thursday. Just as I resolved to go look for him inside the school, he texted me. Zack: Sorry. I took Mindy home, her car wasn't working. I did notice her car was still parked in its usual spot with its windows slightly cracked. I just assumed they were somewhere inside doing restricted things or different variations to that. Truthfully, I was hurt emotionally and physically. I've been standing by the school's entrance for about an hour, my ankles felt swollen and my back pained. I learnt from a young age, though, to shake things off. What is huffing going to do? Are tears going to wash away my problems? No, but it sure did help relieve stress. I took a step towards
I looked at myself in the mirror, tilting my head to get a different angle. I tugged the cotton-pink sweater away from my body and criticised it ever so slightly. Should I change it? I still have a bit of time before my students' council meeting. I turned to my closet and ran my hands across the different colours, patterns and materials. I took out a predominantly white tee with sunflowers scattered all across the front. I held it up against my body. My face scrunched up, I wasn't in a sunflower mood so, I decided to stick with the fuzzy pink sweater beside it really complimented my skin tone. ''Are you decent?'' Zack asked, sticking his head in my room. ''What do you think?'' I asked him not taking my eyes from the mirror. ''You look cute. I like it,'' he said and walked into my room. He flopped face-first into my unmade bed and then snuggled with my pillow. That statement was good enough for me. I turned to him and, said I was ready. Zack was on the student council with me so, he
''Can we please talk?'' Zack popped up out of nowhere. I've been trying to avoid him all day but, alas he caught me at a moment of weakness. ''Don't you have to keep your new girlfriend company?'' I asked as I closed my locker to look at him. His eyes looked so sad but, this time I won't give in so easily. I always give in when he bats his rather beautifully long lashes at me. It's rather odd how guys always have long lashes when compared to girls. ''This is more important. You're more important,'' he earnestly tried to convince me. ''Oh, I'm important now? What do you want?'' I asked as I gave him my biggest fake smile. He sighed and ran a hand through his brown curly locks that were getting longer than usual. I must admit that I do miss his natural blond colour, but he hated it. He said it reminded him too much of his mother who he grew to hate as he got older. You know the feeling. ''I'm sorry,'' ''You've been awfully sorry a lot,'' I said. I busied my hands in my loc
I stared hard at the full lunch tray I had in my hands. It was more overflowing than full. Still, I was super excited to eat but, then my stupid therapist and her stupid words of knowledge popped up in my head. 'Food is not love and it definitely isn't the solution. ' Food isn't love but, it's sure damn close though. Has she ever had lasagna after a good cry? Let me tell you it's great. I should suggest it to her. Does she even cry though? She should, right? The image of Dr Marsha's face soaked with tears, eating lasagna was so weird to me, and that's saying something. ''Are you trying to get it to explode?'' I jumped. Zack laughed as I pursed my lips and looked at him, unamused might I add. ''What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be trying to get into Mindy's skirt?'' I asked him, my face blank. ''I always have lunch with you,'' he stated matter of factly with a frown as we both plopped down in our regular seats. Before I said anything Kevin and two people-one girls, one gu
We drove for a while. It took way longer than it would take to get to either of our homes. I wanted to pretend to wake up and ask where we were going; I was just too exhausted to bother or care. I decided to enjoy the ride and the soft humming of music from the radio. "I told Zoa to raincheck on the shopping trip. I hope you don't mind me doing so,'' When I stayed quiet, he continued ''Mindy told me she saw you crying. What's that about?'' Again, I said nothing. ''Could you please stop ignoring me? It's getting on my nerves,'' he stated rather than ask. ''I know you're awake,'' ''What do you want me to say?'' I asked, my eyes still closed. ''I don't know. Just stop pretending that I'm not here,'' I decided not to respond, turning my attention back to the song that was playing. It was Renee by SALES. You got it...You got it...You got My head bobbed to the soothing melody. Music was so therapeutic and, no one could tell me otherwise. I was seriously tempted to ask wher
I stared at the screen not paying it much attention. Instead, my mind was hyper-focused on what had just happened. Was I reading into this too much? Probably. Zack was a very loyal guy so it was probably just a friendly peck on the head. Yeah, that's what it was, a friendly kiss on the head given to me by my best and only friend. My best friend, damn my life. You can say that again. Zack's laughter brought me from my thoughts. As much as he would deny it, this was his favourite movie. Every time he was sad I would put it on and make him some macaroni and cheese with bacon, his favourite dish. I remember the first time we watched Shark Tale actually. It was his fourth birthday and he was not feeling very well so his mother suggested watching a movie instead of a big party like they normally did. For me, that day was special because it was the first time we spent his birthday together, just us. Alone. He was always popular, which meant when he had parties, he was constantly surrounded