As the bus goes past my house and stops at the corner I grab my backpack and trudge towards the front. Maneuvering legs and hands and faces and backpacks strewn across the isle. I reach up and twirl my earring for lack of something to do and my fingers find my hair. I twirl it around and around. My finger slip off the strand and I exit the bus. I walk down the sidewalk towards my house and I twirl my hair again. I'm probably knotting it, oh well. The hair snaps out of the he'd and is left in my hand. I let it go to the ground and walk to the house. The front of my house is as boring as it gets, really. It has a white door with windows down it and an absolutely boring siding color. Green. It had rocks for the half wall on the outside and I mean, it is pretty, but... Boring. I walk to the door and open it, I step into a foyer and ditch my backpack and shoes. I run up the stairs to my room and pick up my laptop. It wasn't mine, it as my moms, but it was almost mine. I used it all the time and she hadn't picked it up for about a year. I log onto ProfilePerfect. Its like Facebook, but more modern. My friend, Ella Milton, had sent me a message.
Hey Amelia. How are you doing with your Grandma gone? I don't like you sad like this. Now, cheer up and call me with a video so I can see your beautiful un-tear streaked face.
I look at the message and smile. I grab my phone from my desk and call her turning on the video icon. She picks up immediately and smiled.
"No tears now missy." She says seriously.
"Fine." I reply and look to the door as mom knocks and enters.
"Do your homework Amelia Jase Ferarah." She tosses the backpack onto the bedroom floor and I growl. She closes the door as I go to grab it. She is silent as she too does the problems, I start glancing up at her she is deep in thought. I reach up and twirl my hair, purposefully pulling it out this time. When I did, it felt odd. It hurt, but after it was done, I felt better, not exactly happier, but like I was less sad. I twirl around another strand and I follow it up to the root and felt where it was. Behind my left ear. I pull it out. I do my homework but twirl my hair when I am doing it. Ella looks up at me. I don't really pay attention so much until she keeps doing it.
"Do you know the answer to 32?" I ask, looking up, catching her staring.
" Um, yeah." She looks down and flips to 32. "It's y-22+x z=4,830." She says.
"Yeah, thanks." I dare a look out of the corner of my eye at her. She's looking at me. I pull my hand down, and grab a piece of ribbon from an old hair tie on my bedside table. To distract my fingers. I continue to do my math, I stop at several problems to write them down on a seperate sheet of paper for my mom to look at later. My fingers drop the ribbon and twirl my hair. Ella looks us. After a while she asks,
"Are you pulling your hair out?" This question takes me by suprise and I stutter,
"Y-no." I realize it sounded like yes. "No." I correct myself.
"Okay," She looks at me oddly. "Okay, well I've got to get ready for soccer."
"I thought you practiced on Tuesday." I say, thinking that today is Monday.
"No, Coach Taylor changed it to Mondays."
"Bye." I say and shut my video off and end call.
In finish my math in silence.