The Path to Choose

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  • Published: 24 Jan 2013
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A girl named Haley has had trouble her whole life with everything. Her life only seems to be getting worse, and she doesn't know how to turn it around. Will she turn it around? If so, how?


1. Math without sunlight.

I woke up one morning, feeling like crap as usual.  I combed my hair and brushed my teeth, already dreading the day ahead of me.  As I pulled on my clothes, I looked in the mirror and didn't really like what I saw.  I had curly black hair with brown eyes.  I was thin and tall, and not that bad looking honestly.  It didn't matter though.  No body liked me no matter how I looked.  

I went into the kitchen and grabbed a water out of the fridge.  My parents weren't home this morning.  They hardly ever were.  I think I freaked them out as much as I did everybody else.  Everyone I met treated me as if I was some kind of animal.  They would stare at me and back away whenever I came near them.

I sighed and grabbed my book bag, shutting the door on the way out of the house.  I walked down the sidewalk, listening to the birds sing.  That was just about the only thing that could make me  feel better.  I absolutely loved nature.  The sun was shining this morning, and my black shirt attracted the heat.  I pushed my hair out of my face and walked onto the school grounds.  A lot of kids were already there, talking and goofing around.  They all got quiet as I walked by.

I went into the school, ignoring everybody staring at me.  A teacher was walking down the hall, but when she saw me, she ducked into a classroom.  I walked up to my locker, and the bell rang as I was putting in my combination.  I got my books and went to my first class of the day.  The teacher didn't look up from his desk as I walked in, but said good morning to everyone else as they took their seats. 

I opened my notebook and started doodling on one of the pages.  I was a good student as far as grades went.  I made As in all of my classes, but no one seemed to care.  The way people treated me didn't bother me though.  I'd grown used to it.  I still noticed how everyone treated me different, but I really didn't care.  I'd accepted it.  That's just how my life was.  

At lunch I sat by myself.  We were aloud to set outside so I sat at a picnic table everyday.  Not body else sat at the table.  Even the other kids people didn't accept refused to set with me.  They would rather set in the grass than set with me.  I set my tray down on the table and opened my math book.  I started working on my homework as I ate my lunch.  

I was working on a long problem when something blocked the sunlight.  I looked up to find a boy I didn't recognize standing there.  He cocked his eyebrow at me and folded his arms across his chest. 

"What are you doing?" He asked looking down at me.

I stared up at him, finishing the french fry I had been eating.  "I'm doing homework." I said bluntly, looking back down at the book.  "Would you mind moving out of the sunlight?" I asked not even looking up. 

He stepped aside and sat down across from me.  "Why are you setting here all alone?" he asked.

I turned to the net page in my math book and started working on another problem.

"Hello?"  He leaned forward on the table and I could feel him staring at me.  I calmly sat my pencil down and looked up at him.

"Do you need something?" I asked, growing irritated.  See, the thing was,  wasn't a very exciting person.  I didn't mind that no one sat with me.  I liked being alone, and when someone tried to talk to me, not that it happened often, I always gave them short answers.  

"I was just wondering why you were alone." He said looking at me.

"No one likes to set with me, and I don't mind being alone."

He looked at me for a second, and I could see confusion in his eyes.  "You keep your face very blank." he finally said.

"Excuse me?"

"You don't show much emotion.  You keep your face blank."

"Yeah, I guess." I said looking back down at my math book again.  "Why are you even here?"

He stayed quiet for a minute.  I hadn't meant to sound so rude, but he was kind of getting on my nerves.  "I came to set with you.  You looked lonely."

"I'm used to being alone."

"No one should be used to being alone."

"Well, I am."

He got quiet again. This time staying quiet so long it disturbed me.  I closed my book and looked up at him.  

"What?" I asked.

"Just trying to figure you out." He said, looking completely confused.  

"There's nothing to figure out." I shoved my math book into the bad I carried around school.

"There's a lot to figure out, and I'm gonna do it too.  I'm Jake." He held out his hand to me across the table.  I stared at it for a moment.  No one had ever offered to shake my hand before.  I'd seen other people do it, but no one ever associated with me.

Reluctantly, I reached up and grabbed his hand, shaking it. "I'm Haley."

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