Head Over Heels

Sky Tomlinson is funny, has an obsession with carrots, loves to sing, play guitar, and loves photography. She works at "Music Café" where new artists play music 12/7 for the hours they are open. Sky sings and plays guitar. She has amazing talent, just like her father, Louis Tomlinson. She loves country music, and that's the kind she writes. Maybe it started when she went to live with her grandma in Texas for a summer. Who knows? Sky writes love songs, but one day she actually writes a song about her crush, Jason Styles, son of her dad's bet friend, Harry Styles. What Sky doesn't know is someone else is after him too...


4. Arising Problems


I walked to my locker. Daren, the jerk, was taking up all my space. I had to be locker neighbors with him because...?
"Daren!" I yelled. "Scoot it over!"
He rolled his eyes. "Shut up, peasant."
Ok. It is ok when I call people that. It is NOT ok when other people call ME that. No way, Hosea.
"Oh, I'M the peasant?" I asked. "I'm not the one dressing in a baggy t-shirt and beat-up, worn out, shoes with holes and jeans ripped in BOTH knees."
Daren glared at me. I instantly wished I could take it back. I remember when I was walked along Hedge Street. It's this cruddy street with cruddy houses. Like Skid Row, (but poor people live there, no criminals) and I was late for piano lessons at home after school (I've stopped, I stink at piano). Daren was just walking up to a house. His mom came out and hurried him up the steps. He caught me staring. I gulped and continued on. That was the third grade. Daren was poor, but that didn't give him the right to be a bully. But it didn't give me the right to call him out. Ever seen that movie, "Jump In"? Well he's exactly like the bully. I can't recall the name, but the main character, Izzy, leaves him clothes because he finds out he's poor.
"Gee, Daren, I didn't think. I'm sorry," I said.
"Everything's just a joke to you isn't it?!" Daren said angrily and slammed his locker.
"Daren-" I started, but he kept walking.
I sighed and started on my combination. 21-12-16, I thought silently. I yanked my lock and it opened. Suddenly my vision went funny. Everything was blurry. I swayed for a moment, and it was ok. I'd been noticing problems with my eye sight lately. I shoved my stuff in my locker, looking at the clock. I had time to see the nurse, with 15 minutes. I walked down to the nurse's office.

~~~At the Nurse's Office~~~

"Ok, follow the light with your eyes, please," the nurse said, shining a light into my eyes. I did.
"Ok...stand on that line of tape." I did, and noticed on the opposite wall there was a sheet with different size letters. I hate these.
"Ok, read this row," the nurse pointed to a row.
"Z, Q, T, A, R, J, S," I said.
"Ok, next row?"
"D, S, F, G, K, O, U," I read, though I'm not sure about the D.
"And the next?"
This row was tiny! No- not tiny. Minuscule. "Um, W, H, B, M, Z…E, P."
"Yes, Skyler, you do need to see an eye doctor. I'm sorry, but the largest font you got some wrong."
"Oh. Ok."
And I walked right out.

~~~In Language Arts~~~

In Language Arts no matter how I tried I couldn't see the board clearly. Of course it doesn't help I sit in the back of the class.
"Ok, I need someone to read, hmm... Sky, please read the first paragraph on the overhead," Mrs. Drakes called. I gulped.
"Um, Ms. Drakes? I'd rather not," I said. "I'm...a...having technical difficulties, see..."
"No, I don't see. Please explain." The whole class laughed.
I really don't like this teacher.
"Well, I went to the nurse for an eye exam because my vision went blurry and it's been happening more often now. She said I need to take a real eye exam, so...I can't see the board."
Again, the whole class laughed. Mrs. Drakes didn't even tell them to shut up. She just called on Daren.

I hate my life.


At lunch I almost ran into five people, including Jason who was walking right next to me. Ha...ha……ha...……ha. I need to see a eye doctor. NOW. I called my mom and she said she'd call to see if I can come after school, but I can't leave. Ugh.
"Sky," Jason said after I finished. "What's up?"
He jolted me out of my reverie. "Oh! Well...my eye sight has been acting up. I need to see an eye doctor…"
"Oh, well, you always said you wanted geeky glasses!"
"Oh, yeah."
Things are (not) looking up.

~~~After School~~~

I walked into Jason's familiar house, a second home to myself. Jason gulped and looked at me, like, "Do I have to?"
I said, "No! I came over here for nothing!" sarcastically.
Jason rolled his eyes. He walked into the kitchen, where Eve was cooking dinner. You think Harry's a chef? You've never heard of Eve's chicken casserole.
"Oh, hello there Skyler!"
Eve's known I like to be called Sky for 10 years. She does it because she thinks its funny. She has a horrible sense of humor.
"Hi, Eve!" I do my best to support the less fortunate senses of humor.
"What brings you here?"
"Oh, the usual stuff, you know, hang outs, school work, the occasional son wanting to go to a different college..."
"I'm sorry?" Eve asked smiling. "I thought I heard you say my son wanted to go to a different college!" She started to laugh.
"Um, no, Mom," Jason said. "She's right. I want to go to a college of my choice, not yours."
"Jason! I'm afraid that's not possible! We decided together remember!"
"No. YOU decided. Mom, it's my life! I want to decide! Georgia got to! Why can't I? Just why?" and then he stormed out.
"Uhhh, he-he... Um, I'm gonna go," I said, BOY, THAT was awkward.
I ran out of the house after Jason. He ran straight for the tree house.

~~~At My House~~~

I decided to leave Jason alone after he barely gave a two-word answer when I asked if he was ok.
"I'm ok," he said. Boys...
As soon as I got home I had to hop in the car, I had my eye appointment.

~~~At the Eye Doctors~~~

I got there and they made me sit on a stupid chair and look through a stupid machine at some stupid letters. Afterwards, in about 15 minutes, they came back with my results.
"Hello, Mrs. Tomlinson?" they called.
Mom rose up. "I'm here."
"Hi, yes, Skyler-"
I tensed up. I like Sky so much better. I can fly, I can soar, I can do anything!
Until someone calls me Skyler...
"-needs a strong, thick prescription."
In other words, I have terrible eye sight and need strong glasses. I really don't want glasses. They make me feel as if I need help with something taken for granted - seeing. I can't bear to wear them. I just...can't. I don't want another thing along to help me.
"And she'll have to wear them all the time. Our selections are over there." He gestured towards a rack with all different types of frames and I immediately saw those thick black framed, rectangle ones that look good on me. I've worn plastic fake ones before. This didn't have to be amy different.

Nothing had to be different. I can get through this!
Or so I thought.
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