Chapter One-Falling of Life
I sat in the back of my sixth hour class, alone. As usual lately. Tapping my fingers immpatiently, waiting for the bell to ring and so I could get out of school. The bell rang, a loud screaming ring, that buzzed in my ears. I stood up and rushed out of the classroom going quickly and alone in the crowded hallway to my locker. I quickly spun my lock, entering my combonation, and tugged on it, pulling it open. Opening the small red door of my locker that had a photobooth picture of Quinn, my boyfriend, and I making out in the small booth where I'd had to sit on his lap. I shoved my book in my locker, closing my eyes tightly shut as the picture mocked me, how the old me wanted to come back out tell him I'm sorry, make up and we're happy again. But I wouldn't let her. I slammed the locker door shut, it echoed through the barren hallway of where my locker was.I slowly opened my locker seeing tears blurring my vision, and saw Quinn's teal shaded eyes locked on my face. He was tall, muscular, skinny and he had long golden locks, that layed flat against his face. "We need to talk.." he said, he was very serious, I'd never seen him like that, I'd never seen him quite so..Serious, his voice was usually like dripping honey, but now he seemed like a calm but angry bear. "Okay." I muttered, putting my head down and letting him drag me out behind the school. He gently pushed me up against the cold, red bricks, his hand was held just above my thin shoulder. Quinn sighed, "Sheila, babe, you haven't really talked to me in what seems like forever." He was staring at me, compassion in his eyes, "I'm sorry but-" I began sobbing silently, he looked at me with so much more sensitivity in his eyes, more sensitivity than I'd ever seen in a person before. "Sheila?" I remembered he'd never seen me cry before that day, "Sheila? No-no don't cry, please. I'm sorry." he said as he tightly embraced her in his arms. "It's going to be ok.." Quinn sighed, kissing my forehead repeatedly. "It;ll be okay. It won't happen today, or anytime soon.. I love you, even if you don't really talk to me anymore." he promised. I wiggled out of his embrace and ran to my mother's car, wiping tears away from my eyes as I ran, I could hear Quinn calling for me to come back. As I ran I put my headphone's in my ears, turned on my iPod, turned it up, zipped up my sweatshirt and put the hood up. Then entered the backseat of my mother's car for my older sister sat up front. I could hear my mother and sister talking about how great their day's were. My mother looked back at me, she asked me questions about my day, before realizing I couldn't hear her. We drove in silence, as we went farther and farther away from the school the tears returned to my eyes, as I thought about my beloved Quinn. It really was true what everyone said, we were going to break up I wrapped my arms around myself, my mom seemed worried as she glanced back at me from the rear-veiw mirror.
When we finally got home I rushed into my room, and slammed the door. I glanced at the picture of Quinn and I happily holding hands, as we walked aon the beach with my mother, who'd taken the picture. I brought the picture down, face down and smuthered my face into my pillow. Where I slept for almost the rest of the day until there was a knock on my door. I ignored it, and felt my bed sink slightly as someone sat on it, I could feel their hands gently brushing through my tousled, long, glossy black hair. Then they quietly picked up the picture frame on my bedside table and held it in their hands. I finally looked up to see Quinn, right next to me, silent, sadly looking at the picture of us. I was in a black and hot pink string bikini and his steel blue shorts, he wore just his black shorts. His wet blonde hair had just been beginning to dry, his hand was on the small of my back, as we both smiled happily while my mother took our picture. I looked at him as we sat in silence, my emerald green eyes, glistened in the slight light coming in through the opening in my door. I sat up, laying my head on his shoulder, sorrowfully, his arm wrapped around me gently, I watched him stare at the picture, and then look around my room at all the pictures of us that accented my walls. How long had we been going out that I had so many pictures of us? I cleared my throat to try and get Quinn's attention, "How long have we been going out?" I wondered, he would remember, he remembered everything about our relationship. "The mute speaks." he muttered under his breath. "About six or seven years. I'm pretty sure it was third grade." It had been seven years. We hadn't been without eachother for seven years. It had been a dare I'd gotten in third grade, they dared me to ask him out and I'd fallen in love with him shortly after that. "It's been seven years already? Wow.." I muttered, "I feel old now.. From third grade until tenth. Did I ever tell you why I asked you out all those years ago?" he glanced at me and then looked back to our first picture as a couple, I had a small gap in my front teeth and he had braces, I still sort of had the gap, it just wasn't as noticable. I hadn't done anything about it, but it went away mostly on its own. Slowly, Quinn shook his head, "It was a dare. But immediatly after I took that dare and asked you out, I fell in love with you." I said,grasping his head in my hands to make him look at me, "You still love me, right?" he looked right at me "Yes. I do. For always," he said quietly, I finished his sentence, "And forever.."
I sat in the back of my sixth hour class, alone. As usual lately. Tapping my fingers immpatiently, waiting for the bell to ring and so I could get out of school. The bell rang, a loud screaming ring, that buzzed in my ears. I stood up and rushed out of the classroom going quickly and alone in the crowded hallway to my locker. I quickly spun my lock, entering my combonation, and tugged on it, pulling it open. Opening the small red door of my locker that had a photobooth picture of Quinn, my boyfriend, and I making out in the small booth where I'd had to sit on his lap. I shoved my book in my locker, closing my eyes tightly shut as the picture mocked me, how the old me wanted to come back out tell him I'm sorry, make up and we're happy again. But I wouldn't let her. I slammed the locker door shut, it echoed through the barren hallway of where my locker was.I slowly opened my locker seeing tears blurring my vision, and saw Quinn's teal shaded eyes locked on my face. He was tall, muscular, skinny and he had long golden locks, that layed flat against his face. "We need to talk.." he said, he was very serious, I'd never seen him like that, I'd never seen him quite so..Serious, his voice was usually like dripping honey, but now he seemed like a calm but angry bear. "Okay." I muttered, putting my head down and letting him drag me out behind the school. He gently pushed me up against the cold, red bricks, his hand was held just above my thin shoulder. Quinn sighed, "Sheila, babe, you haven't really talked to me in what seems like forever." He was staring at me, compassion in his eyes, "I'm sorry but-" I began sobbing silently, he looked at me with so much more sensitivity in his eyes, more sensitivity than I'd ever seen in a person before. "Sheila?" I remembered he'd never seen me cry before that day, "Sheila? No-no don't cry, please. I'm sorry." he said as he tightly embraced her in his arms. "It's going to be ok.." Quinn sighed, kissing my forehead repeatedly. "It;ll be okay. It won't happen today, or anytime soon.. I love you, even if you don't really talk to me anymore." he promised. I wiggled out of his embrace and ran to my mother's car, wiping tears away from my eyes as I ran, I could hear Quinn calling for me to come back. As I ran I put my headphone's in my ears, turned on my iPod, turned it up, zipped up my sweatshirt and put the hood up. Then entered the backseat of my mother's car for my older sister sat up front. I could hear my mother and sister talking about how great their day's were. My mother looked back at me, she asked me questions about my day, before realizing I couldn't hear her. We drove in silence, as we went farther and farther away from the school the tears returned to my eyes, as I thought about my beloved Quinn. It really was true what everyone said, we were going to break up I wrapped my arms around myself, my mom seemed worried as she glanced back at me from the rear-veiw mirror.
When we finally got home I rushed into my room, and slammed the door. I glanced at the picture of Quinn and I happily holding hands, as we walked aon the beach with my mother, who'd taken the picture. I brought the picture down, face down and smuthered my face into my pillow. Where I slept for almost the rest of the day until there was a knock on my door. I ignored it, and felt my bed sink slightly as someone sat on it, I could feel their hands gently brushing through my tousled, long, glossy black hair. Then they quietly picked up the picture frame on my bedside table and held it in their hands. I finally looked up to see Quinn, right next to me, silent, sadly looking at the picture of us. I was in a black and hot pink string bikini and his steel blue shorts, he wore just his black shorts. His wet blonde hair had just been beginning to dry, his hand was on the small of my back, as we both smiled happily while my mother took our picture. I looked at him as we sat in silence, my emerald green eyes, glistened in the slight light coming in through the opening in my door. I sat up, laying my head on his shoulder, sorrowfully, his arm wrapped around me gently, I watched him stare at the picture, and then look around my room at all the pictures of us that accented my walls. How long had we been going out that I had so many pictures of us? I cleared my throat to try and get Quinn's attention, "How long have we been going out?" I wondered, he would remember, he remembered everything about our relationship. "The mute speaks." he muttered under his breath. "About six or seven years. I'm pretty sure it was third grade." It had been seven years. We hadn't been without eachother for seven years. It had been a dare I'd gotten in third grade, they dared me to ask him out and I'd fallen in love with him shortly after that. "It's been seven years already? Wow.." I muttered, "I feel old now.. From third grade until tenth. Did I ever tell you why I asked you out all those years ago?" he glanced at me and then looked back to our first picture as a couple, I had a small gap in my front teeth and he had braces, I still sort of had the gap, it just wasn't as noticable. I hadn't done anything about it, but it went away mostly on its own. Slowly, Quinn shook his head, "It was a dare. But immediatly after I took that dare and asked you out, I fell in love with you." I said,grasping his head in my hands to make him look at me, "You still love me, right?" he looked right at me "Yes. I do. For always," he said quietly, I finished his sentence, "And forever.."
