Part 2 of 3 for chapter 2, last part coming soon Taught by Mrs. Fields, I’ve heard that this class is like taking a sip of cold water on a hot, humid day. Refreshing, interesting, and willing to make a person better and feel better. I thought this class would be a good way to write out the s*** I dealt with. “Okay, class,” said Mrs. Fields, “Let’s start on the next writing piece. It should reflect who you are now and who want to be later on in life in a coming of age short story.” Once I heard this I freaked out a little. I didn’t know who I was now and I had limited plans for the future, ones that did not entail who I wanted to be. “You each shall be working with a partner,” she said breaking me from my thoughts, “and will read the finished story to the class. Everyone pair up now.” I watched from my seat people picking out partners and asking others to work with them. I sat alone as no one approached me. “Raise your hand if you don’t have a partner,” yelled Mrs. Fields over the growing conversation. I slowly raised my hand watching for anyone else who did as well. To my relief everyone else had a partner. “Okay Anna, since you don’t have a partner you’ll be working with Noah who is absent today.” I stared at her as if she had grown two heads, Noah wasn’t in my class. “Class,” she stated as if she read my mind, “Noah as just transferred into our class from another one of my other creative writing periods.” Many of the girls stared at my direction with envious sneers on their faces. Other showed slight sympathy just because they knew of my past. I wondered what it would be like to be normal. “Wow, Anna should be just thrilled right now. She was practically draping herself all over Noah on the bus yesterday,” said Amber meanly, who I now remember as Kelly’s friend from the bus. “Well, at least I have standards,” I retorted, “You practically bend over for any guy that walks your way. I even distinctly remember something about you making out Tom Freedman in the guy’s locker room.” At that comment Amber turned bright red because everyone knew that was true. And everyone knew Tom Freedman was the biggest sleaze in the school who always had a greasy face and hair and was overweight. She then gave a giant huff and turned away looking very annoyed. After creative writing and French were over I walked slowly home saving the peace and quiet on the way there.
Sorry, I've haven't updated in forever, if you still wanted to read it. Hopefully I'll be able to get in a new part soon.