2 School and My Roomie

I huffed and puffed my weighing breath as I sprinted through the door. Once I entered the classroom, the bell rang. "I made it," I thought to myself. I walked up the steps to my seat and dropped down my backpack. I quickly unzipped my colorful backpack and snatched my notebook. I reached for the yellow pencil from behind my ear. I opened my notebook to the next empty page and started listening. I took as many notes as I could to study for the test. I needed this knowledge. I embraced it like the morning sun.

My next class, I dreaded. We had so much more work. I liked to take notes and get strait to the test. Why do teachers give you so much homework? Why not just tell us the information, let us write it down, and study it. That would be perfect. Especially for something like psychology or biogoraphy. Just explain how the heart muscles relax and fill up with blood and then contract, pumping the blood throughout the body. Or how different body and face features can help determine one's personality. Simple as that.

My roommate agrees with me. We like to study together often. His name is Charlie. He is really nice and helps me through tough times. We have little talks sometimes too.

That class ended in what felt like days. As History always did. I yawned and began to gather my things.

"I heard she's a waitress and lives with a male roommate named Charlie," some blonde, perfect girls with daddy's money were wispering about me loudly. It happens often, so I'm somewhat used to it, or that's what I try to think anyways. People have judged me for my entire life. As if no matter what choice I made, everyone was against it. Even if I was just another existing person, people talked about me as if I was trash left out on the street. I've learned to be cold to them. To let them know that I don't want to be around them too long, so they'll leave me alone. It hurts, but I try to get through it. Why can't that just be enough? Why can't I ever do anything right? Why can't I give someone an amazing impression of me? What's so wrong with me that people push me away? These questions haunt my mind and make me anxious. I quickly tapped my feet, light and soft so that I can move faster down the stairs. I held my bookbag over my face to keep people from seeing my red face. That's when I tripped.

Why me? Why did I have to trip now. My life was over. At least it would have been, if it wasn't for Phillip. My foot caught the floor, and my body lounged forward. I dreaded falling victom to gravity. At least something was attracted to me. I kept falling until I was caught on Phillip's chest with his arms around me.

"Are you okay?" he asked with his warm chest not exactly helping the heat of my heavily beating heart rushing blood throughout my body. My face turned bright red with embarrassment.

I colected myself, straitened my appearence, and replied, "I'm fine, thanks."

"Are you sure? That was a pretty big fall."

"Yes," I walked out trying not to think about my embarrasment.

"You're home early," Charlie noticed me when I came in. He was making lunch.

"That smells amazing! What are you making?" I asked him as I came around the corner into the kitchen. He was focused on his food as he added a pinch of sage and flipped the food around in the pan.

"I'm making soup and steak stir fry. Want some?" he asked.

"Heck yeah!"

We got our servings and sat onto the couch. I shoved food in my mouth and sighed in the favoring taste of the food lying on my taste buds. We then started talking.

"You okay? You don't come home for lunch often unless you are skipping you next classes. You never wanna skip your next classes since it's your favorite subject. What's going on?" Charlie asked in concern. I explained the incident while shoving food into my mouth.

Tears formed in my eyes, "It's just so good! This food is too delicious."

"Thanks. Hope it makes you feel better."

"Yeah thanks," I munched with a muffled voice from food.