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?


2. Who does he think he is?

Jake tried to talk to me some more after that, but I wasn't really putting forth any effort.  Finally, I got up from the table and emptied my tray, walking back into the school.  I stopped by my locker and went to my last class of the day.  I walked in the room and went to the back of the last row.  The teacher for this class didn't really care where we sat.  I had finished my math homework so I sat there, looking out of the window.

"Well looky here." I heard someone say.  Jake sat down in the next next to mine.  "Looks like we've got a class together after all."

I didn't say anything.  I just kept staring out of the window.  I heard him sigh, and he got quiet.

"Hey, Jake!" I heard someone yell.  I looked towards the front of the class to see Brad Kampson walking our way.  "What are you back here with that freak for?  Come up there with us!"

I looked over at Jake, who looked kind of mad.  "I think I'll stay here." He said opening his textbook.  He stared at the page, but you could tell he wasn't reading.  Brad shook his head and started to walk away.  "And Brad?" Jake said keeping his eyes on the book.  Brad turned around to look at him.  "Don't call her a freak."  

Brad looked at him like he'd just officially gone crazy.  He looked kind of confused for a minute, but he turned around and walked back to his seat.  I stared at Jake for minute, trying to understand what had just happened.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, making him look up from his book.  

"What do you mean?"

"Brad is one of the most popular kids here, and you just turned him down.  You're probably on his bad side now."

"He didn't seem like the kind of guy I'd hang out with anyway." 

"I don't think you understand what you just gave up."

"I'm hoping I've finally gained something a lot better."

He looked at me intently, his eyes searching mine.  I think I blushed a little, and it felt weird.  No boy had ever made me blush before.  I didn't know what to do so I just nodded my head and looked up at the teacher who was now talking.  Jake and I didn't talk for the rest of the class, but I saw him glance over at me every once in a while.  

After class, I gathered my books and headed for the door.  As I was walking out, a girl from Brad's group bumped into me, making me drop all of my stuff.  She snickered and ran off, leaving me to pick everything up.

"See?" Jake said, bending down to help me.  "Why would I ever want to hang out with them?"

"Everyone wants to hang out with them." I said quietly.

"Even you?"

I snorted a bit.  "In case you haven't noticed, I don't really hang out with anybody."

He didn't say anything to that.  He just helped me pick up my stuff and walked me to my locker.  It made me uncomfortable, but I didn't say anything.  

"So," He said, leaning against the locker beside mine.  "What are you doing after school?"

"I'm going home." I said dully, shoving my stuff into my book bag.  I'd already finished all of my homework in class, but I still brought books and stuff to read.

"Do you mind if I walk you home?"

I shut my locker and faced him directly.  "Don't you have a home of your own?"

He stood up straighter, looking confused.  "Of course I do."

"Then why don't you walk yourself there." 

I turned from him, walking down the hall and out of the front doors.  I walked across the school grounds and made my way home.  My parents were gone as usual so I just went up to my room.  I turned on some music and listened to that for a while.

The truth was, Jake was really bothering me.  He didn't even know me.  He just walked up and started acting like he was best friend.  I didn't have a best friend.  I'd never had a best friend.  Every time I got close to someone, something bad happened to them.  I had come to accept that I wasn't normal.  That I didn't need anyone else in my life.  Who was he to come along and mess that up?

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