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I fumbled with my wretched lock in the deserted hallway. Nothing was left of North Valley high school except the uncommon footstep a janitor or teacher would make. And then there was me. My stupid lock seemed to find it the right to give me problems. I fumbled with it a bit more until I sighed and closed my eyes willingly. I was tired and in need of deep rest after the day I had. It was a boring, robot-like day, the highlight being I didn't pass out in Science when we dissected frogs. I turned around and opened my heavy eye-lids, knowing a welcoming bed would be waiting for me. With one last, quick sigh I turned the small notch of the lock slowly and carefully. 12-09-24. I heard the small click and thanked the heavens.
With newfound hope dragged and injected in my heart, I trudged through the hallway zipping up my jacket. I slung my backpack full of boring information and heavy textbooks on my shoulder and started my way back home. Winter had reached its high point, with the snowy ground, crunching at every step and a cold chill gripping my cheeks. I looked around and noticed that nobody was roaming the streets. The population was probably curled up near a fireplace with a good book. And then there was me.
I had walked a good 7 minutes before taking out my iPhone and flipping through my messages. That is a record, mind you. I looked at my nonexistent new messages and realized that all of my fellow classmates were probably enjoying the start of their winter break. And then there was me, the last one out of school because I just loved it there.
I reached a small two bedroom house with a neat front lawn and a cute exterior. I exhaled a sigh of relief and pulled out my key. With a practiced whip of my hand, I was inside. Feeling warmth spread all around me, I smiled a little then yelled, "Mom, I'm home. Hey
I walked into our kitchen and prepared myself a small snack, in hope Mom would supply dinner. I grabbed the remote and a pop tart, settling on the couch. Flipping through the tedious channels I felt somewhat happy. I was finally home and I had two weeks to enjoy it. No more unexpected quizzes, no more horrendous taunts and most importantly, no more mention of Ava. No more sympathetic nods and turned heads. No more open mouths and hushed whispers. No more public. I could finally mourn in peace opposed to gluing a false smile on my face and thanking people for their profound concern.
Every thing was just so wrong and unfair that I let a tear trickle down my face. Ava was buried under the ground, her beautiful face hidden under the wilted flowers. Her sincere smile was gone forever. I needed to see her again.
I just did.
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