Sunshine or not...
That was Then
"The sun is up and it irradianted the city, In some quite areas it poured and minds wondered will it stay like this for the remainder of the day? In other minds people wondered about there lives... was it going to be like the weather? Happy and shiny. Or was it going to be just like the gray dark clouds in the sky?
Sunshine or not...''
It was just another typical day in Miami, FL and at Springford High; the sun shined so bright giving us exhaustions, heat strokes, and thirst. I Marcus Cooper walked the halls to walk over to my locker; I turned the little metal thing unlocking my locker, 22-8-30. "Clink" , and the locker opens. I grabbed all the necessities and headed towards my next class.
On my way to walk to English I crashed into someone. I mean I know I was walking a bit kind of fast, but not that damn fast. The girl’s book fell to the ground, and she bent down to pick them up. I bent down too helping her pick up her books. It was her, Kiery.
I smiled when I noticed that it was her. She did the same but trying not to blush; which made me smile even harder. "I'm sorry about that." I said to her. She gripped her books to her chest tightly, looked around the hallway to see if anyone had stop to see what happened.
"It's okay. But, I should be the one to be saying sorry. I was walking too fast." she said and I nodded in agreement. We were both sorry. We were both trying to get to class on time, both speed walking, and we were both sorry. "I should probably get to class now." She said.
The bell rung letting us know that we were both late to our next class. I nodded my head and said, "Yeah." She started walking the direction I just left and I watched her slowly disappeared. Today she had on jeans and a red and white shirt to match; her hair was up in a bun.
I walked towards my destinations and while walking I thought about what had happened minutes ago. She was shy, sweet, and yet so innocent. While talking to me she couldn't even look up to look at me. She kept her head in the same position, to the ground, as if she was talking to it instead of me.
Once opening Mr. Scates English classroom three minutes late, all it took was one step in to be recognized. I knew I was in for it. Rule number one in dude's class, Never be late. If you’re late Mr. Scates will make the rest of the period a living hell for you.
"Ahh, Mr. Cooper, I see you chose to be late today." He said. "Do you care to explain to us why you are late?" He asked me.
"No." I said. I quickly headed towards my seat as everyone eyes followed me. I shook up with my homie and put my books down. I sat down as I looked towards his direction. He wasn't near finishing with me yet.
"Mr. Cooper, did I tell you you can sit?" Mr. Scates asked me. The class turned their heads to look what he had to say to back to me when he finished.
“No." I said and shrugged my shoulders. The man nodded his head and walked over towards my desk. His face was inches away from mines and I could smell what he ate for breakfast, fish and grits.
Eww...
"Since you took it upon yourself to show up late and to sit down like nothing just happened, you have detention. Will you be showing up early or not tomorrow morning at 6:30, because I need to know?"
I gave the man a scowl and said; "Whatever man I'll be here." He backed away from my face and went on to began the day's lesson. Damn he just dont know how bad his breath smells.
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Kiery had just finished her assignment and turned it in for a grade, and now she sat thinking about what had happened in the hall only fifty-seven minutes ago. She had bumped into her old crush but will always be a crush in some kind of way Marcus Cooper; he was smart, athletic, sweet, handsome, and intelligent. He was in some kind of mediocre thing with the jocks and yet the nerdy kids.
He was quiet at times but most of the times cracked jokes. But, he'd never cracked jokes about her. She wondered sometimes why he'd never cracked on her all those years they've known each other. She wasn't much to look at but he'd continued to be nice and had a yet warm smile on his face every time they saw each other.
She smiled at the thought of them bumping into each other and snapped out of her thoughts. When she opened her eyes she faced some of her classmates looking into her direction. Her cousin Jessica said, "It's finally good to see that the grizzly bear is up from her hibernation." The whole class busted out laughing, pointing, and adding more jokes to the embarrassing moment.
Feeling so abashed, I put my head down and effused a couple of tears. Just then the bell rang. With an agileness I got up, packed my bags, and ran out of the class. Pushing, and shoving into the crowd to go to the wash room I did; I'd hear ominous words, and watch where I was going from behind, but I continued to push and shove through the crowd.
Finally, making it to the wash room, I entered one of the stalls, locking it behind me. I sat in the stall effusing my eyes until I couldn't cry no more. I hated being like this, big. I've been like this all my life and all I've gotten was mean remarks, joked at, and being pointed at. I've tried to lose the weight but I just can't do it. Even my parents disowned me, because of my weight. They treat me like dirt, like I'm not even there. If I'd died they wouldn't even know that I was gone. I bet they wouldn't even care.
After, descanting all of the tears, she unlocked her stall, washed her face and dried her face. Feeling a lot better she walked out of the girl’s bathroom, heading to the cafeteria for lunch. She declared to herself that she was going to be brave and not let anyone get to her for the rest of the day. With that saying she walked over to the lunch line to see only three students including her were only in line.
Since our school was so open and we could sign ourselves out only for lunch, most students decided to eat out. Some went to McDonald's, Burger King, or even the Joint; they were all about five minutes away from the school.
Finally, reaching the front of the line I stood in front of the lunch lady, Sims with my tray; meat loaf, mash potato, bread with butter, and a milk box carton. She said, “Your total is $3.00.” I dug into my pants pockets, counted the loose change in my hands, and handed it over to her.
I left the line heading over eager to find a nice table to sit. Hopefully, with some nice people who wanted to sit with me. I walked over to a table that only had a few students and sat my tray down on the table. The girl that I sat my tray in front of looked up with eyes that told me, that I had better not sit there. With her wishes I picked up my tray and looked for another table to sit at. ‘Maybe I’d better sit alone.’ I said to myself.
Walking over to a filthy table with dirty lunch bags, and half eaten food on the table I sat pushing them away from me. With my eyes wandering around the room my eyes landed on Marcus. He was sitting with a couple of his friends who I didn’t care much about; laughing and talking.
He looked my way as if he mentally felt me watching him. He gave me one of those warm smiles he always gave me and turned his attention back to his friends. I looked down at the bubbling meatloaf that sat in front of me. It wasn’t all that great. But, it was all I could afford. I said a quick prayer asking God to give me strength, and courage, and started eating my food.
I looked up once again from my half eaten lunch and saw that the popular table including my cousin in it, pointing, and laughing at me. “Oh, great. Can this day get any better?” I looked back down at the half eaten food and decided to take one more bite. A few minutes later the bell rung. I quickly got up opened the carton milk, drunk it and was about to through it away when I crashed into somebody’s chest.
I said to the person with out me looking up, “I am soo-oo sorry.” I looked up to see that it was Marcus; and get this dude was smiling. I looked at his dirty Sean John’s shirt and saw that I’d messed up the white shirt. I looked over at the dirty table that I’d sat at and saw a napkin package that hadn’t been opened or used and opened it.
“It’s okay.” He said with a smile looking at the dirty spot on his shirt. After, trying to open the packet for like eight seconds I finally got it out and started to help by cleaning his shirt, but still entreating him to forgive me for the umpteenth time of the day. “It’s really okay.” He said taking the napkin away from my hands.
His friends who stood back watching what happened hadn’t said a word, and now Chad finally said something, “Hell, no it ain’t okay. Klutzilla watch where you are going next time.” He finished saying and the rest of the crew busted out laughing and followed him out of the cafeteria. Feeling abashed once again but not all the way I put my head down and was almost in tears.
Marcus saw that I was about to cry he lifted my head up by lifting my chin, and a lone tear slid down my cheek and another came. “Don’t listen to him.” He said. I could not believe I was crying in front of him, and yet more tears came descanting down my cheeks, “It’s okay.” Marcus said and he found another clean napkin and helped me wipe my tears away.
'Why was this nice guy being so nice to me?’ I said to myself.
“Look, I’m not like them I’m way off…” he started but I cut him off.
“Marcus, you don’t have to do this.” I said. “I am a big girl I can take care of myself, you know.”
Marcus feeling hurt and shocked at her remark he said, “Didn’t look like it to me. You're over hear crying your eyes out.”
“So, what?” She said.
Silence
He nodded his head and said, “Alright.” He started for the exit of the cafeteria nonchalantly not wanting to leave her by herself he headed towards his next class, personal fitness, the last class of the day. There he would change into a clean white shirt, and black or blue Physical Education shorts.
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