Tick Tock
What’s the point of having enemies when you are your own?
I see me as a dog, always chasing its tail but never getting grasp on what I
want.
My hand rapidly shaking, I brought the pen to Matt’s cast, muttering the
words as they appeared on the bright green. “Love you Matt! (As a friend) Best
buds forevs! AmberJ”He cheekily smirked at the writing and walked away.
He obviously thinks I’m a freak. I thought as he strolled away and turned
back to give me a wink. Yet in the real world, he was running to escape
me.
If there was one word to describe life, it would be the simplest yet most
meaningful word of all. It would be that word that scorches your ears when
heard, leaving a high pitched shriek. It would be that word that is around every
corner, waiting to slip out and attack, grabbing you by the throat screaming,
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” It’s that word that tastes like lemon
juice, giving you that evil tang as your eyes tear up. That word would be:
drama.
I hopped onto the bus, Matt in front of me waving to everyone and trying
to act stupid. I squinted in disgust; Matt was very smart; he just never showed
it. No matter how much I hated him right now, he was irresistible. I clutched my
back pack and scurried through it, grabbing my phone. I purposely fake texted
someone just so Matt would know I had a phone, and of course, he stared my way,
laughing and pointing at me. Eventually the whole bus got a hang of it. “A flip
up phone!” “I didn’t even know those still existed!” “She’s such a jerk!”Echoed
through the bud, burrowing into my skin and scaring me
forever.
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“Hi.” I say softly. “What’s up with you?” Brooke says cheekily, smiling
like a crazed ninny. “I’m not in the mood.” I reply back sharply and angrily.
She sighs and I slap her in the back, a soft friendly slap as if to say, “Leave
me alone.” But like I had expected, she stayed on my case.
“Ok. Does it involve family?” I shook my head. “How about food!?” I
stared at her shocked as she shrugged. “It could happen! What about... Wait.”
She paused, glancing at my expression. She clenched her teeth together and
pointed behind me. “What now?”I said, rolling my head backwards. “Hey?” I said
in a questioned tone as if to say, “Oh my god. I must run away but that will be
too suspicious. What do I do?” “Hey Matt.” I say stuttering. I guess I
emphasized the T too much and he gave me that look that guys give when their
freaked out because their, well, guys. He opened his locker and grabbed a book
before reacting. “Hey Am.” He said, rushing down the hall, stumbling over the
floor and landing on his bright green cast. I sigh. I totally blew it there.
I almost die inside when I see McKenna send him a sweet smile. She picks
up his books and places them into his hands. “Brooke their hands are touching. I
can’t look, take cover for me.” I whip around, cover my eyes and make noises
that sound like a whimpering dog. “She is holding his hand. She’s helping him
up. She’s talking to him.” I freak out. “What are they saying?” I demand. “I
can’t tell, but now their laughing and walking away.” I turn around. I feel
tears trying to burst through my eyes like fireworks. And at the same time we
say, “Together.”
I sobbed right in the middle of the hallway. People burned me with their
evil stares, giggling and whispering. I looked over at McKenna, who was pointing
to the ground where Matt tripped. She shrugged and her innocent face glistened
away, a smile creeping through the corner of her mouth. She laughed at my tears
and pointed at my clothes, and always made it difficult. She ruined my life, and
she knew she did too.
I shrieked, loosing control of myself. I grabbed my hair and pushed
through the crowd of people, not caring who I pushed down. I felt like a pin and
McKenna was the bowling ball, knocking me down right when I get back up, and I
have no control of it. I slammed to the ground, screaming and squirming in front
of everyone. I gasped and hid in the corner. Right in front of me the whole time
was Matt and McKenna holding hands, shaking their head at me.
I come home in fear.
Matt lives right next to my house, the chances are too big for me to handle, and
I already made a big enough fool out of myself earlier today, what else could I
do? Of course as I’m riding down the sidewalk on my bike, Matt comes by. I cry.
If your wondering why, it’s because on his cast it said, “Matt, I love you!!
<3 You are amazing! Get well soon honey! McKenna.” She wrote honey!
The next day at school I passed McKenna in the hallway. “It’s on.”
Was all I heard. And off went McKenna, back to her perfect fairytale life, and I
was just her peasant. I wish I was invisible. I wish I could turn into a drop of
water and fall into the ocean, and if Matt cared enough, he would find me.
Life. Almost no one word defines life but me. I may be selfish and full
of myself but at least I have enemies. Enemies are a good thing in life because,
let’s just say they take you far.
“Hey Peachy!” I scream across the hallway, rushing to see Kayla. Kayla –
also known as peachy- smiles too widely and obnoxiously but I still smiled.“Yo!”
She replied trying to be all gangster. I see a group of people down the hallway
but I can't tell what’s happening. “What’s going on over there?” I ask Peachy,
and she replies almost automatic. “It’s the popular kids. They’re signing Matt
DeVerio’s cast. Apparently he broke his arm skate-boarding on ice. If only I
was popular enough to be there...” Peachy trails off into her sentence until it
goes from complete rubbish to just her thinking out loud. That’s when I stop
her. “Well lucky for you I am popular enough to be there; maybe I can be that
much of a friend and generously get you a spot there. Your welcome!”
I skip over to the crowd of people twirling my hair and shining an
innocent smile. The crowd laughs and chatters with Matt. A ball of anger builds
up inside of me, I want to rip the locker door right off the wall. I keep
walking as the crowd separates and before I know it, Matt is already heading the
other way.
“That didn’t work out well did it, ‘best friend.’” Peachy says, waving
her head back in forth because she knows it’s that obvious. “I can’t believe
they rejected me when I’m just like them... but better.” I say with this, “duh”
face on my look. After I say this I realize how selfish I am. I automatically
clear away that thought and glare at Amber. She’s talking with Matt.
Clam your anger. Breath, in, out. Amber is talking to Matt!
Matt is popular, Amber isn’t, so, they can’t be together. It’s a rule! But
just as I start to get so jealous my face wrinkles and my stomach ties a knot,
Matt walks away. Finally. I think. It’s my turn to
shine.
I make a plan with Peachy. She will casually and, “accidentally” trip
Matt and fall onto his cast, dropping his books. I would walk in with a face
that says, “Aw! You look hurt. This is such a coincidence how I’m walking by at
just the right time to help you!” But without really saying it. I’ll then help
him up, and we’ll be together. It’s 99.2% full proof.
It’s good I have enemies. Because once me and Matt’s hands touched and
sparks flew everywhere, mimicking poor little Jayme, I got this feeling, a
butterfly feeling. The feeling said to me what every single little thing inside
me said, “Good choice. What a way to crush her till’ she’s flattened like a
pancake. She’s probably dead, but you’re wide awake, nothing can stop your
greatness.
I guess now it’s officially on. A reply of World War 3, except this time,
Jayme’s fighting and I’m just winning.
Mirror, Mirror, tall and red, who’s gunna’ crush Jayme
till she’s dead?
You are McKenna, make her flat. She will never have a
chance with Matt.
Use the poison of jealousy. Nothing hurts like dying to
the one with the lemon.
She’s love drunk, she’s blinded, she’s
nothing.
Guess who won now
Jayme?
Snow white, I’m sorry, but winter has pasted, your time
is out.
THE END
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