Keeping Up

Ever since the death of her closest friend, Jamie Marshall feels as though she's in a daze. She's lost her sense of time, and often finds herself daydreaming....

Waves. Ocean waves.

I loved how my school is by the ocean. I couldn’t hear the soothing crashes of the water against the sand, but just looking at the water and feeling its breeze from a distance was enough to put me at ease. The sky was painted a fair blue and the sun radiated a gentle warmth.

I didn’t really care much for school. Since I only had three classes today, I figured that I should give myself a break and only go to one class.

And that’s exactly what I did.

It was an excruciating hour and a half, but just like my thirty one classmates, I made it out of the classroom alive. I always felt out of place, since all of my classmates were younger than me. Every time I enter that classroom, I think, “God, they have a long way to go.” Of course, I’d never say that out loud. After all, I wasn’t that much older than them. Who am I to say such things?

But I digress.

Once class was over--we were all thankful that our teacher let us out early--I headed straight towards one of the school’s exits. This isn’t my first time ditching class, so I didn’t really worry about whether or not I would get caught. Hell, the school doesn’t care anyway. The wouldn’t stop me from leaving, so why stay?

My school is on top of a hill, which I don’t really mind even though a lot of people complain about it. I liked that there was a view of our small town. Every time I reach the top of the hill, I feel as though I conquered a great challenge and that I’m on top of the world.

I could hear some kids running to the track field. They passed by me, turning around to see who I was. But once their eyes met mine, their curiosity was satisfied and they merely turned back around and continued on their way to the field. Whatever.

The wind picked up, carrying leaves and unidentifiable objects--I assume it’s trash--across the street. Like a small child, walking with their parent, I stopped at the corner and scanned the road from left to right. When the coast was clear, I crossed over, jumping on the lines of the crosswalk childishly. Once I reached the corner, I realized that I had a decision to make.

I knew for sure as hell that I wasn’t going home. God, my parents would yell at me relentlessly and I wouldn’t hear the end of it for months. That, and I don’t want to talk to them. Knowing them, there’s going to be an immense amount of questions for me.

Well, there was always the part. It was always quiet and peaceful. The only con is that the police station is on the opposite end, and I don’t want to look suspicious and attract any unwanted attention.

Another choice was the library. I could always grab a few books and starting reading at my own pace. And if I got bored of that, I could use one of their computers. Con: the library doesn’t open until noon.

My third option, the cafe with the name I can’t remember to save my life. I go there every once in a while after school, and the owner knows me fairly well. Their coffee wasn’t that great, but it’s sold for a pretty low price. Hey, you only get what you paid for.

So that was that. I continued down the hill, listening to the traffic of Spencer Avenue, the busiest street in District 2. For a moment, I pondered whether or not I should take a bus going downtown. However, I shook my head and kept walking, my mind set on fruit tarts and a cup of coffee.

The End

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