The
Unforgettable Daysby
Rasheal Timm, Oregon, USA, Age 15
I
sat in the empty desk looking at the clock religiously. The girls
sat a few rows down giggling at the immature boys and their stupid
Arnold Schwarzenegger impressions. I just sat there hoping the day
would go by faster.
I felt tapping on my shoulder.
I swung around to find the girls giving me weird looks. Then I noticed
there was a guy standing in front of me. "Can I help you?"
I said giving him a look like I had something better to do.
" Hey, you want to go out
some time?" he asked. I busted out with laughter.
" Right now I'm having
something called alone time. And right now your jeopardizing the
only alone time I may have in a month. So, if you think sarcasm
is amusing find someone else to be your entertainment. Because unless
you want what I'm dealing with shut up and get back to your seat,"
I said then turning back around thinking of ways I could make every
day situations into an interesting story. If you didn't know, I'm
a writer. Not a very good one in my opinion, but the school says
otherwise. Like they know, we're one of the most dumbest countries.
Free, but dumb.
The bell finally rang. I walked
out of the classroom like an average american would walk to the
store or to the school. They obviously like being dumb because they
practically run out of their classes. I wouldn't blame them, sometimes
I think teachers are more stupid then I am. I guess every kid thinks
that, but this time I think I'm right.
There stood with her arms crossed
the school counselor. "You missed our weekly meeting,"
she said disappointed.
" Well, I have a good explanation,
you see I was almost hit by a bus and it was so traumatizing that
I forgot about our very important meeting. That by the way means
so much to me," I said sarcastically. I got to my locker, while
I opened it she lectured me.
" Your sarcastic lies aren't
getting you know where. We're just trying to help," she said
switching from disappointed to concerned facial expression.
" No one can help me but
me, and I don't feel like helping myself, so lay off." I said
slamming my locker shut. I walked through the door to my next period.
The bad thing about this period is that I sit next to that annoying
guy that won't leave me alone. I sat down in my desk.
" Are you having alone
time now?" he asked whispering. I took out a piece of paper
and wrote: I'm always having alone time.
He wrote on the same piece of
paper: I was being serious about the date thing.
I choked on my spit attracting
attention. "I have a cold," I said switching from my teacher
to the guy.
Yeah right, and I just won
a million dollars. I was, he wrote insisting.
Sorry I have a contagious
terminal illness, I wrote sarcastically.
Well my offer still stands,
he replied to my sarcasm.
I continue to listen to the
teacher babble on with his normal useless rants. I looked over at
the preps, and they glared more than usual. This was odd to me;
for three years now its been the same and now of all time they decide
to hate me worse. It was confusing.
I made it through the period
with a minor stare down with the preps, but it could've been worse.
They could've spread rumors about me, like they did in the forth
grade. That was my worst year.
Next period was heath, the
teacher hates me, I swear. It all started when a kid told me I was
being too nice, so I flipped him off unaware that the teacher was
watching. No biggie; he just made me write "I will not flip
off others" on the chalk board. So, I did, then he said I was
writing too big and that I had to come in saturday and write it
all day Saturday. I got angry and wrote "I will not flip off
anyone but Mr. Jacobs." He got angry and sent me to detention.
Ever since its been like oil and water with him and I. I came into
class late.
" For people just now showing
up for class, we're talking about bullying," he said meaning
me. I automatically raised my hand.
" Don't you think its much
easier to just say our names?" I asked being the usual oil
in the situation. He ignored my question and went on.
" If you're being bullied
go to a responsible adult," he said aloud.
"Isn't that the biggest
load of crap you've ever heard?" I rudely interrupted.
"Do you want to share your
opinion?" Mr. Jacobs asked.
" Well, if you tell any
responsible adult you'll be labeled a "nark"............
and you'll never be able to live that down," I said making
the class laugh.
" Detention, now,"
he yelled. I walked out of the classroom but I didn't go to detention.
I decided to go for a walk through the park. While I was walking
I bumped into Trent ( You know, that annoying guy).
"Hey, Allie!" he said.
"Does my facial expression
just scream out talk to me or what?" I said walking down the
trail to the river.
" You know, you make it
real hard for someone to like you," Trent said following.
" Why do you, then?"
I asked.
" Because you're smart
and your independent and you don't care what people think. Because
you're not like other girls. Because you're spontaneous and fun.
A little rude and sarcastic but well worth it," he said making
me realize that maybe he really does like me. I stopped and turned
around.
" Well, lets see what I
can say about you. You hang around people who make fun of the under
privileged for entertainment. Even though watching from a distance
that you're different from them. But your parents know theirs, and
you grew with them so naturally you guys would have to be friends.
I don't want to jeopardize your friendships so I be mean to you,
but really I think under the mask you're a very interesting person,"
I said finally telling the truth.
" I knew it, you do like
me," he said excitedly.
" I said you were interesting.
I didn't say I liked you," I said correcting him.
" You didn't have to. I
figure, if you didn't like me you wouldn't watch me," he said
making a point.
"Whatever," I said
climbing over logs that blocked the path to the water. He followed
asking questions.
" So, how long have you
watched me?" he asked with a grin.
" Only when bring attention
to yourself. Most likely being obnoxious just to fit in," I
said to him.
" Stalker," he muttered
as he chuckled. I turned around and pushed him into the water. I
turned around and started walking then all of sudden I was lifted
from the ground and thrown in the river. Next thing you know we're
wrestling in the water. After we were done wrestling, decided to
go home.
" Hey, hop in I'll give
you a ride," he said opening the door for me.
" Thanks," I said
climbing in the passenger side.
"No, thank you," he
said closing the door.
"For what?" I asked
confused.
" Telling me what you thought
earlier," he said starting the car.
He got half way there until
I said, "Wait! I don't want to go home yet. Can I show you
something?" I asked him.
" Yeah, sure," he
said. He looked somewhat relieved. I think he was happy to spend
more time with me.
"Do you know where Hemington
Ridge is?" I asked as he shook his head up and down.
When we got there we got out,
and I took a paper bag out of the back seat. I put it over his head.
I led him through the woods to the secret spot. I waited until the
sun hit the water just right; then I removed the bag.
"Wow!" he gasped.
"Have you ever heard the
story of the gold miner?" I asked getting ready to tell him
the story.
" No," he said attentive.
" Back in the forties there
was a gold miner named Willy. He mined day in and day out. He never
found gold. They say he was cursed with bad luck. Well, one day
he struck gold. He thought his bad luck was over. Well, he rounded
up all the gold he could. And with it he was rich and own the most
beautiful house by the river. He hid the gold in his house.
"One day he went for a
walk through the woods, there was an earthquake and it wiped out
his whole house. They say his house and the gold fell into this
river. Sometimes when the sun hits it just right it glitters from
all the gold," I said staring at the water and the way it shined.
" Can I ask you something?"
Trent asked me.
" Sure," I said thinking
that it's weird how he asked to ask me something.
" Would you like me if
I wasn't popular?" he asked looking at the water.
I looked at him and said "F.Y.I,
I already do," I said. He leaned over and kissed me.
"Can I ask you something
else?" he asked looking directly in my eyes. "Will you
go out with me?"
" Yes," I said just
before we kissed again.
We decided to go home after
awhile. He went around and opened the door for me.
"Thanks," I said smiling
at him.
" No problem," he
said smiling back. He got in and drove away.
"Take a left here..."
I said telling him how to get to my house.
" ....What are you going
to do if your friends don't like the fact that we're together?"
I asked. I waited for him to think awhile.
" I'll tell them that it's
too bad because I'm not going to break up with you because they
disapprove," he said keeping his eyes on the road.
A grin formed on my face. "Good answer,"
I said as he looked over with a smile.
When we got to my house, we
walked up to the door hand in hand the I gave him a hug. "I'll
pick you up tomorrow morning, 7:30 good?" he asked.
" Yeah," I said kissing
him and walking inside. The lights were out I automatically knew
what my mother was trying to pull.
" Hi, mother," I said
waiting for her to turn on the lights. The lights came on.
" Hi.... Do I have to ask
you where you were?" she said with her arms crossed against.
"No," I said taking
off my coat and putting it in the closet.
" So, are you going to
tell me?" she asked with her disappointed mother look on her
face.
"Y-no," I said imitating
moose of the movie "Brother Bear."
" Your teacher called;
she said you skipped school for the past month.........is this true?"
she asked sitting up.
" No-" I said being
cut off by the sound of the alarm on my mother's cell phone going
off.
" Oh, shit. I have a date
but don't think you've got out of talking about this, young lady,"
she practically running upstairs. I went upstairs and went to bed.
The next morning as usual my
mom woke me up at six. I got ready and waited for Trent. I watched
from the kitchen as he drove up. I opened the door seconds before
he was about to know. "Bye, mom," I yelled putting my
coat on.
" Bye," I heard her
yell just before I closed the door. We drove away.
"Where's your dad?"
he asked keeping his eyes on the road.
" He left when I was two,"
I said like it was no big deal.
" I'm Sorry," he said
feeling bad.
" Don't be; you didn't
leave me when I was two. Beside pitying me makes me feel bad about
myself," I said as we reached the school.
He walked around and opened
the door. Hand in hand we walked through the double doors in front
of the school. Every one stopped what they were doing and stared.
I saw my friends and there shocked looks.
"I'm going to go over there,
ok?" I said kissing him and walking over to them.
" What's with that?"
My friend tawny said pointing.
" We're going out now,"
I said like it was no big deal.
" When did this happen?"
my other friend Terri said.
" I believe around 6:30
PM yesterday," I said being a smart aleck.
" We don't even know who
you are anymore. You change every day," Tawny said closing
her locker.
" Not every day, more like
every other day," I said joking around.
" Your going to turn into
the barbie dolls you once hated," Terri said walking away with
Tawny. Whatever, I don't need you guys I thought to myself.
Meanwhile Trent was talking
to his friends.
" What with that?"
they said pointing.
" Nothing, we're just going
out," he said hoping that they won't hate him.
" If you're going out with
that we can't be seen with you. You know that right?" he said
patting him on the shoulder and walking away.
After school he drove me home.
He seemed to be acting weird.
" I can't do this,"
he said pulling over.
" Can't do what? Drive?
I thought you were driving fine," I said.
" No, this...us,"
he said feeling extra agitated. "I have no friends, and I'm
nothing at school," he said continuing.
" What happened to "....I'm
not going to break up with you because they disapprove," I
said angrily lifting my hands to make quotation marks with my fingers.
" I thought I could handle
it," he said with his head bowed.
" I can't believe this........I
was wrong about you, you're just like everyone else," I said
getting out of the car.
" Allie, wait," he
said.
I just kept walking and ignored
him. I watched angered as his car just drove away. I don't get it
I thought; he didn't care about whether his friends disapproved
I thought to myself.
I got home around 4:30 PM. My
mom noticed that I was upset.
" Honey-" my mom said
concerned.
" I don't want to talk
about it. Just like everything else in my life," I said agitated.
I went upstairs and took a
bath. When I got out and got dressed I wrapped the towel around
my head and walked out of the bathroom. Then the phone rang.
" Can you get that, honey?"
she yelled from downstairs.
" Yeah, sure," I said
picking up the cordless phone. I pushed the talk button.
" Hello?" I said propping
the phone against my shoulder.
"Allie?" said a familiar
voice.
" Yes," I said leaning
against the wall.
" This is the sheriff....I'm
sorry to inform that Trent Collins got in a car accident,"
he said.
" Oh my god, is he all
right?" I said worried.
" We lost him. I'm sorry,"
he said.
Tears flowed out of my eyes
slowly and a lump formed in my throat.
"Hello?" the sheriff
said making sure I was there.
"How?" I asked as
tears dripped off my cheeks.
" A car swerved to miss
a dear and hit his car. Next thing they know Trent's car went off
the cliff," he said.
" Thank you for telling
me," I said hardly being able to talk through the crying. "Bye,"
I said hanging up.
That day was the worse day of
my life. That day my heart was ripped from my chest and sewed in
backwards. Who knew how much pain a phone call could bring? He left
me to live life by myself. I was angry with him yet I missed him
being there. His death affected me in more than one way. For instance,
it brought me pain and it brought my mother and I together.
That day my mom noticed that
I was sad and she was there to comfort me. Ever since, my mom and
I have been like best friends.
At the service, I stood and
watched from a distance. When every one left, I said good bye. I
stared at the freshly dug dirt. Just knowing that his body's lying
six feet under and I never got to say good bye made me sad. With
tears streaming down my face I placed single rose on his grave.
"Now I have all the time in the world," I said making
an inside statement before walking away. I still visit him every
now and then and I will never forget the short time we spent together.
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