Up In The Air: The Days After…


Chapter 1

I can't believe that just happened. I, Allison Reynolds, just kissed Andrew Clark, Shermer High's star wrestler, in front of his dad! It was so surreal and so amazing that I was sad when he let go. So I ripped his patch off his Letterman before he had time to react. Not to mention, I also kept his blue jacket as a reminder of this strange, but incredulous, Saturday I've had in years. I expected him to get mad or maybe even decide to take back his patch and jacket, but he just smiled as he kept on walking towards his car, never taking his eyes off me.

I know that I shouldn't get all giddy or gushy over something like this, but I just can't help it. Maybe it's just the girly girl in me that's trying to fight its way up to the surface, but I won't allow it. I'll fight back just to keep it (or her) down where it (or she) belongs. But I'm really glad I finally have something to fight. I'm tired of just being here but not really. Most people ignore me, or should I say all people ignore me. Whether I'm at school or even when I'm home, people don't even notice me. Until today…

Today, people actually payed attention and heard me out. People actually cared about me and my problems. At first I was a little skeptically but, little by little, I started to open up (just not all the way, of course). It had been the first time in a very long time that someone actually wanted to hear me out and pay attention to whatever I had to say.

My mom, as usual, was late to pick me up and when I got inside the car, she didn't even notice me. Not a single word was spoken in that stupid, fucked-up car. God, how I hated that car. It was such a crappy, piece of shit car that was so worn out, it's a miracle it still works. The exterior of the car didn't help much. The car hadn't decided if it wanted to be blue or green, and most of the paint was faded or chipped off. But the inside was even worse! The inside had horrible brown, almost puke colored seats and the seat's cushioning was showing. But the worst thing about it was the smell. It smelled like shit, vomit, cigarettes, and something else I couldn't name.

Once we got home, my mom literally ran inside and closed the door, not even realizing I was behind her. I opened the door and ran up the stairs and into my room. Once inside, I fell onto my bed, suddenly exhausted. As I began to doze off, I began to replay the day all in my head, starting with the moment I walked into Shermer High.

I walked into that school wanting nothing more than to leave that shit hole of a place but now, my view of that school had changed…