2 Sad Life, No Life

"I can't believe you," my best friend, Alex, stated. "You're so dead."

I stared at her, pouting. "Don't you think I know that?!!"

Alex suddenly changed the subject, suddenly becoming sympathetic. "How is it at home?"

I sighed because I knew where this was going. Alex and I have been best friends since we were kids. She knew everything about me and what my lifestyle was like at home. I'm actually glad that she's my best friend with everything that's been going on, it's good to have someone to talk to and just let out the stress.

"Do you think he's going to be at your house?" Alex asked out loud. "Or if he might show up here?"

I groaned. "Please don't jinx anything, Alex. I'm so dead if he does show up both here and at my house."

"Kaylanna Grey, please come to the office. Kaylanna Grey, please come to the office," the Principal's voice rang through the loud speakers. Alex sat up straight and stared at me, horror written all over her face. "Do you think he's here?"

"Let's pray and hope not," I commented, collecting my things and shoving them into my bag. I walked out of the room and to the office where Principal Worthorn stood, waiting for me. I walked into his office and took a seat. "Is there something wrong?" I asked.

Principal Worthorn took a seat and started typing on his computer. He turned the computer around and showed me my grades. I was completely confused because my grades were perfect. All A's and one B. I didn't understand why he was showing me a receipt of my grades.

"You can go to Harvard," he said. "Or any Universities that you like."

I let out a breath of relief since I wasn't in his office because I thought I was in "trouble". "Oh, well, yeah. I haven't decided which University I wanted to go to yet."

"Kaylanna, you're going to graduate in a few months," he stated. "A lot of Universities want you and there's a lot of scholarships waiting for you. I think you should take advantage of that."

I nodded, understanding. "Yes, sir."

He folded his hands together and smiled. "Well, that's all, Kaylanna. You may go back to class and hopefully I hear from you soon on what you plan on doing."

I smiled back and left his office, sighing. With everything that's been going on, I haven't even decided on where I want to go yet. I haven't had the chance to look at anything nor have I had the chance to hang out with my best friend. I'm so caught up in cleaning up after my parents that I don't have time for myself.

I was walking to my third period class when I bumped into someone's chest and fell, landing on my butt. "Ouch."

I looked up to see a blonde haired guy looking down at me. "Are you okay?"

I coughed. "Um, yeah."

He held out his hand for me which I gladly took and pulled myself up. I dusted off the imaginary dust from my jeans and smiled. "I'm so sorry."

"What's your name?" The blonde guy asked. "I'm Carter, by the way."

"Carter," his name rolled off my tongue. "As in Carter DeSantos."

He scratched his neck. "Yeah."

"Are you here for me?" I asked. He looked extremely confused. "What?"

Crap!

"Uh, nothing," I stated. "Sorry."

I pushed pass him and ran down the hall and around the corner. I clung onto my chest, inhaling deeply before slowly exhaling. "Holy, fuck."

"Are you okay?"

I jumped up and turned to see Alex leaning against the wall. I slouched against the wall in relief and looked at her. "I'm totally fine."

"Doesn't look like it," she pointed out. "C'mon, before we're late."

I silently thanked her for not asking any more questions and leading us into class. I took my usual seat in the back and opened up my notebook to start writing down notes. I felt a tap on my shoulder and tilted my head. "What, Alex?"

"There's a party tonight," she said. "You have to-"

"I can't," I interrupted. "They would kill me."

"Kaylanna," Alex whine. "C'mon."

"Alex," I said. "You know what happened the last time I snuck out. I was almost beaten to death because of that party."

Alex stopped pushing it. "I'm sorry."

I shook my head. "It's okay, it's not your fault. This is just my life."

Alex and I stopped talking about what happened for the rest of class time and only focused on our work. I hated talking about what had happened last year and pretended that it didn't and pushed it to the back of my mind. I was fine. I was okay.