Everybody's Fool

The class poured in with the sounds of slamming lockers and laughs from other students. Sally was in her dark maroon chair in the back of class. Staring at her desk, she lifted a book and started to read. She only got past the first sentence when she began to day dream. Everything became quiet, all the laughs and slams fading out into a forgotten world.
She saw herself, surrounded by a dark purple sky and small white flowers. She was on her back, watching the silver wisps of cloud stray into the sky. She attend to the sound of a fast pace, too large for a fox, too small for a bear. The figure came closer, and a smile beamed across both of their faces. She noticed his torn blue jeans, scruffy blonde hair and sports team shirt. She then looked down at herself, gray jeans, brushed hair, darkly lined eyes, and gray with black stripes shirt. Two different people, from two different worlds. But two of the same feelings. He lay down in the almost paper thin flowers, watching the sky with her. The dream was so vivid, Sally could almost smell the flowers and peppermint air. Coming back to reality, Sally prepared for class. She watched the other students trickle in the classroom, and caught a glimpse of red white and blue. She snapped her neck over to the door. There he was. Standing, almost like he was waiting, just for her. Jay Rivers. Their eyes met from across the room, his a cold blue, hers a mysterious purple. It seemed like an orange and white light could shine on him and angels would sing. A small grin appeared simultaneously on their faces. Jay snuck a wink, and turned to go to his own class. Then, fireworks. Purple and blue fireworks.
Sally tucked some stray hair behind her ear and fooled with her gold paperclip necklace. tapping her shoes on the floor, she wrote in spidery letters. Throughout her notebook, there were words sprawled out on every page. She wrote words to describe how she felt. She even changed her hand writing a few times to match her mood. Scratchy, careless hand writing covered five pages that were filled with hateful words. Evil, carless, heartless. She skipped through some more pages, to reveal carefully printed words, with water stains all over the pages. Words like alone, sadness, cold, and dark. Sally picked up her pen, and began to write in curled, slender letters. Red, white, blue. She wrote these words countless times. She peered down at the newly printed ink. An all white page had turned all black. Only with one space forgotten, in the upper left. Sally stared mindlessly, wondering what to put down. Her hand seemed to move on its own. When her hand stopped writing, Sally beamed down. Love.



While students took notes on how to divide fractions properly, Sally stepped into her world of paper thin flowers and peppermint air. As the outside world faded, she could already hear the silver birds' wings flapping through the air.
Sally picked at the petals of a white flower, whispering the he loves me, he loves me not rhyme when the wind blew harshly and carried the petals away. The wind became stronger, and soon the air was twirling with white petals. Sally squinted, only to see a pattern that the flower remains danced in. She ran right for the center of a tornado of petals. Sally came crashing down before the tornado, on what appeared to be an untied shoelace incident. Brushing herself off, she looked at the funnel cloud. The petals all swooped down and landed on the brown earth, hitting the same spot. Sally gazed closer, a flash of white light disturbing her eyes. The evanescent light vanished, the petals gone. In their place, a rose entirely crafted of silver lay attached to the ground. It was not stiff, but it blew in the wind. It looked like a normal flower, except for the miraculous color. The roses petals too, were paper thin. Ring! The bell had rung, and the dream was over, ending in a fading black haze. In a few seconds, Sally responded, got up from a cold school chair, and continued on her way to next period.
The hall was buzzing. Screams of laughter and jokes came from small groups of friends traveling to the next class. Sally's mind was focused on how the rose looked and felt. It felt like velvet, looked like steel. A whip of red and blue smashed against her face, and down came two bodies. She had walked right into Jay. Sally was enclosed right between a wooden door and a locker, rubbing her head. Jay stood to his feet, and twisted around and around the halls, looking for his victim. Turning his head toward a moan, he broke into laughter. "Sally! What a pleasure seeing you... down there" Jay spoke as he lent her a hand.
"Yeah... thanks" Sally mentioned, smile stretched almost to her ears. An awkward moment of head scratching and small chuckles occurred from both of them.
Jay began in his regular voice a familiar sentence. "Well, I gotta go to..." Jay paused, his feet tapping on the ground and his legs shaking ever so slightly. "Math!" he concluded. Sally showed him a quick goodbye wave, and watched his red sports jacket follow behind him. The hall went quiet, showing Sally it was about time to get to class. Sally scampered into Literature, her good friend Tabbi motioning her to sit down. Sally rolled her eyes politely, showing her that today was a day of day dreams. Tabbi giggled, and let Sally live her dreams.
The yellow limo we call "the bus" came to a screeching halt. Sally sighed, picking up her school bag that looked more like a huge purse. She walked down the isle of the bus, and soon she imagined herself walking down a wedding isle, with Jay across from her. She continued down the isle, smiling brightly. " Have a good day" the bus driver quoted. In Sally's mind, he was the priest, joining her and Jay together. " I do" Sally proclaimed, and came back to reality. " I mean... I did..." Sally covered. She blushed and chuckled, running off the bus quickly. The bus started again, rolling away. " You may now kiss the idiot" Sally sighed. It was a long day. Roses, falls, and now marriage.

Her phone went off in the familiar tune of "My Immortal." Sally shuffled across her small room, and saw the bright screen with a envelope floating on it. One new text message. Sally moved her thumb to open the text. She read: from sender Jay. Sally blushed, and jumped onto her bed. A picture of a heart appeared on her screen, and words followed. The text read:
This text is for one of the most beautiful, amazing girl I know. I truly value you, and love to see you smile. You mean the world to me, and I would not let anything to happen to you. Know that I'm here for you, when you need a shoulder to cry on.
"Yes!" shouted Sally. Soon, she typed away at the phones keyboard. She changed girl to boy, and beautiful to handsome. Her new text looked like this:
This text is for one of the most handsome, amazing boy I know. I truly value you, and love to see you smile. You mean the world to me, and I would not let anything to happen to you. Know that I'm here for you, when you need a shoulder to cry on.
With that, she clicked the send button, and it was off to him. Sally went back to the old text messages he sent her, all similar to the one he just sent. She liked him, and he liked her. Was it actually going to work out her way for once? Sally closed her phone, a beaming smile printed across her face. With that, she went to sleep.
Her alarm buzzed off, with a hand slamming down on it to stop. Sally grumbled, opening her eyes. She stood up and put her slipper boots on. She was so groggy, she could have slipped on her wood floor. Sally's room was a small plain room. It had an oak wood floor, an oak framed bed, a mirror, and white walls. Not to mention a small tight closet. Sally pulled the closet door open, and picked out her outfit. Gray jeans, Black converse, And a tight black shirt. Her parents had left for work, so she scuttled down stairs to eat some sugar lumps for extra energy. Sally popped open a nice wood cabinet to grab an apple. Taking a bite out of it, she grabbed her back pack purse, and was out the door. He driveway was dirt, so she walked on the grass for her jeans sake. Sally collapsed under a frost encrusted willow tree. She felt as though the frost on the ground was sugar, and the clouds cotton candy. Hearing the drone of the bus, Sally stood to her feet, her black hair in a coating of ice. Stepping on the bus was silent. No one spoke a word when they saw the light side of Sally. She was smiling. For the first time, they saw her real smile. Sally swept down the isle, feeling light and weightless. She fell back into a deep blue seat and crunched on her apple. Waiting, just waiting to see his face.





Sally closed her locker lightly, and crept into class. Plopping into that old chair, she pulled out the notebook. Her finger clipped the pen's top, and delicate hearts appeared one by one on the paper. Some were curvy, others long, some fat and twisted. When the whole page was covered, she etched single letters of her name in each heart. Then, she added Jay's name in. Sighing, she clipped the book back into her binder. Her cell phone buzzed the melody, revealing a new text message. She pulled it out of her bag and clicked a button to read. It was from Jay. It was another forward, beautifully written. She sent it back to him, feeling on top of the world. An annoying buzzing bell rang, so with that, Sally turned her cell phone off.
Sally boarded the bus home, seeing Tabbi waiting for her company. Sally padded over to her, feeling strong. Tabbi had no idea about Jay. She actually thought it was a new puppy at home. After a long talk about nail polish colors, Sally turned to the outside of the seat. "Sally! So good to see you!" A voice squeaked from across her. Sally remembered the voice. Melissa. Melissa was a girl who tried to be exactly like Sally, because she didn't have a personality of her own. Melissa also ran for student counsel secretary. Everyone Sally knew voted for her competitor. But somehow, Melissa won. "Hey Melissa" Sally alleged, eyes on the floor. Sally could not believe that Melissa thought they were friends. In the fourth grade, they were sworn enemies. But some way, Melissa found a way around that. After seconds of silence between them, Melissa's book bag started to shake. A phony rap song filled the air, and Melissa pulled out a cumbersome cell phone. Her eyes on the screen, Melissa read the text. "Aww!" Melissa chirped. "Look what Jay texted me!" she squealed. Sally snapped her head up. She took the phone, and read the text. It was the same one Jay sent to her in class. She closed out of the text, pretending to still be reading it. She went to the other texts Jay sent. Every text he sent to Melissa, Sally had got. Her heart stopped, shocked and scared. "Let me see!" Tabbi called. Tabbi scanned through the text and smiled up at Melissa. Tabbi then jumped from the seat. "You should totally ask him out Melissa!"
"You think he likes me?"
"I'm sure of it." Tabbi assured. Sally almost burst with tears. She couldn't control the anger and fury. She had to think fast. "Oh, those stupid texts? He sends me the same ones. All the time" Sally spat. But somehow, Melissa tuned her out. Tabbi and Melissa kept going about how cute they would look together. Sally grabbed the back of Tabbi's jacket. She yanked her back, and pulled her in. "I can't believe you just did that" Sally whispered angrily. "Did you even think for a second, that maybe I had a crush on him?" Sally spat quietly. "Oh. I'm... I'm sorry." Tabbi spoke. Sally threw the jacket back, sending Tabbi a few inches forward. She was full of anger. She wanted to throw a punch and then cry. Melissa always got what she wanted. Even when it belonged to someone else, she got it. Always.



When it was her stop, Sally stood to her feet and ran off the bus before the driver could tell her to have a nice day. He watched Sally run to her house, open and then slam the door. The slam was so loud, everyone on the bus heard it. With that, the bus pulled away. Sally trampled upstairs, furious. Her mascara was running, her cheeks red and flushed. Her hands shook with anger and despair. She stormed into her bathroom, staring at the mirror. Sally was so overcome with anger and grief, she balled her hand into a fist. She cried and wailed "Melissa!" and took her fist to the air. She slammed it down right onto the mirror. The glass burst, her hand cut and bleeding terribly. Still crying, she ran over for toilet paper. She cleaned the blood from the counter, and cut her hands on more glass. Sally threw open the medical cabinet, and grabbed gauze. She wrapped her arm, The tan of the gauze fading out into a deep red. The room around her spun, and took her into the dream land. When she got to the field of white flowers, she screamed like a banshee. The flower petals curled, and died. The white turned to black, the sky going from purple to gray. The silver clouds blew away in a violent wind. Dark, full storm clouds came into view. The clouds pushed down heavy rain, adding lightning. Cracks of thunder filled the air. The green of the surrounding willow trees grew gray and black. The wind whipped wildly around her. Sally collapsed to the ground. In tears, she moaned and screamed and cursed Melissa's name. Sally's eyes popped open, seeing the silver rose still in its place and delicate. Sally crawled to it, and snapped it in half. Soon, she was ripping it apart. The rose lay on the ground, still shining silver. A dark light sprawled out over the rose and disappeared. The rose was put back together. But the silver turned to red, and thorns curled up and around it. She ripped a long thorn off and cut her arms in range. Sally came out of the dream, with two new cuts slit across her arms. Sally ripped off the gauze. She reached into the medical cabinet again, and stitched up her arms. One by one, she wove the black thread through her wounds. With all her heart pain, she felt nothing at all. She discovered a cut that ran diagonally across her left eye. She stitched that too. Her tears silenced, and she looked at herself in the broken glass. She was all stitched, fixed up and cleaned up. But her heart wasn't.
Sally ripped the alarm clock out of the wall, so the alarm didn't wake her. She sprang out of bed, and got dressed. She put on black jeans, black converse, a gray yarn woven beanie hat, and a dark plain red tee shirt. She found an old plain black shirt and carried it down stairs. She got out a knife, and clawed into it. Sally now had a ripped and destroyed shirt. She put it on over top the red shirt. Her outfit was now complete. Out waiting for the bus, sally crept down to a dark corner where no one could see her. Her stitched eye looked tough and brave. When the bus' drone filled the air, it came to a stop. Sally immerged from her dark corner. The students gasped at her eye and her arms. Sally came onto the bus, and sat alone. Sally ripped the notebook from her bag. The bus bolted up again. She wrote in scratched letters. Melissa's name was in the center. Sally carved the words that described Melissa's actions. Hate. Break. Fake.





The bus lurched to a stop in front of the school. Sally bolted out the doors as soon as they opened. Other students followed, slow and groggy. Sally walked down the center of the hall. Students got one look of her, and silence fell. All of them cornered back against the lockers. Running steps came from around the corner. Sally looked up, not soon enough. Jay crashed into her again. "Oh, uh sorry Sally." Jay spoke, looking down. When he lifted his head, he saw her eye. Sally stood up, and stormed past him. Jay sat on the ground, staring. Wondering what happened to her. But the better question is, what hadn't happened to her.
In class, everyone was silent too. All eyes were on Sally. "Eww" a boy charmed in. Sally looked at him viciously. He gulped and scampered out of the room. Sally took the notebook from her bag again, and wrote in the scarred lettering. This time, she wrote Jay's name in the center. She wrote all the words around his name. Words of heartbreak. Betrayal. Disgust. When she finished, she tore the page out. Sally folded it into careful squares, and put it into her pocket. The next time she saw Jay, she would aim for the face.
The time lunch came around, Sally sat down to her other two friends. Her best friend named Charlie, was a quirky all American girl. Her other friend Barbara, was a go with the flow type of person. When they saw Sally, questions came from left and right. She only answered how she got the scars. She lied of course. Sally peered over her shoulder, and spotted Melissa. And on his way, was Jay. Jay laid eyes on Melissa, and smiled a friendly smirk. They sat together, talking about how great they are together. Sally almost threw up right then and there. "Oh aren't they meant for each other Sally?" Charlie sighed happily. "Yes. Yes they are." Sally growled. "Can I go said hi?" Charlie questioned.
"Sure. Whatever."
"Oh thank you thank you thank you!" Charlie squealed. Charlie dashed over and sat down with them. Barbara went off in a chat with a absentminded Sally. All she could focus on was how they smiled. Sickening. Charlie stumbled back to the table, and laughed. "They are so funny!" Charlie exclaimed. The lunch bell tolled, and the room was bustling with students dumping their trays. Jay stood up last, and Sally waited. He turned his head, and Sally launched a crumpled ball of paper. The paper wacked his face, and Sally dashed from the scene. Jay looked around, and then read the wad of paper. He saw his name in the center, and read on.

The day ended with no answered questions. Sally tramped on the bus and slammed down in the front seat again. The back roared with laughter and gossip. Sally's stop came, and she just about went through the bus door. Sally ran weightless across her yard, opened the door to her house, and shut it fast but silent. Sally scuttled across her kitchen. She sat down at the table, and read her texts. Nothing new from Jay.



Her parents were out of town, so Sally took care of herself. Sally reached into her freezer and pulled out a microwavable hamburger. She tore the plastic wrapper off and put it in the microwave for five minutes. When the burger was done and the oven chimed, she pulled out a plate and sat down to eat. The television blared in the living room, waiting to be watched. Sally picked up the empty plate and empty glass of coke and put them in the sink gently. Then she raced upstairs to get ready for bed. She threw her school clothes into her hamper and put of some sweats. Sally rushed down stairs and plopped down on the couch. She watched the news, cuddling up in a blanket with some buttered popcorn. Soon she grew groggy and tired, and fell asleep on her couch.
the morning crept in through the night in silence. The frost was gone, and all that remained was brown, dead grass. Sally woke when the sun began to grow hot on her face. Sally sniffed the air, but nothing had a scent. Her head twirled around and around, her eyes aching. Sally shivered, and shuffled into the kitchen. She read the winter thermometer, and it was way too warm for her to be cold and shivering. She walked across to the table and picked up an apple scented candle. She sniffed, but couldn't smell a thing. Finally, Sally ran through her drawers and found a people thermometer. She pressed the button, shook it, and stuffed it into her mouth. When the final beep sounded, she looked at the temperature. one hundred one degrees. She was sick. Sally tossed the thermometer on the counter and made some warm cider. She wrapped herself in a blanket, sipping the drink. She coughed violently, and sighed. Her nose was red enough to lead a foggy Christmas. Sally crept into her living room, picking up the remote. She clicked the television on with a cough. She grabbed some tissues and blew her nose. She listened to the music channel, and searched her book case for something to read. Sally laughed at the sight of books about blue jays. She had then wished for How to Kill a Mocking bird to be renamed How to Kill a Mocking Jay. Her heart lurched at the sound of his name. Soon her favorite song came on, and she curled up on the comfy couch with some warm chicken soup. Sally drifted into her sleep, thinking of blue jays and soup. Her dreams were of racing colors exploding into fireworks. Purple and blue fireworks.







Sally jolted up from her sleep, only to hear the house phone ringing. She turned to the clock. It was three thirty, half an hour after everyone got out of school. She picked up the phone and answered to the sound of Charlie's voice. "Hey." Sally said sickly.
"Oh my gosh hi!" Charlie screamed. "Where were you today?"
"Sick" Sally answered. "Coughing, stuffed up, head ache and sore throat" she finished.
"I'm sorry to hear that" Charlie said, more calmly than before. A conversation of how hard math class is and how many shades of green there are, Sally pulled a question.
"So, who do you like" Sally questioned. Charlie remained silent, phone picking up static. "You still there"
"Yeah. I'm here" Charlie said blankly.
"Then, who do you like." Sally repeated anxiously.
" I heard you the first time." Charlie stalled.
"Then tell me" Sally challenged.
"You're gonna get mad at me!" Charlie wailed.
"I'm going to be more angry if you don't tell me!" Sally spat. "Oh my... no! You don't!" Sally wailed
"Yeah... I do! He's just so cute and funny and nice and-"
"That's enough Charlie!" Sally howled. "How could you! I told you what happened! You betrayed me!"
"I-" Sally slammed down the phone before she could finish. The world was against her. Her heart had finally heart burst.

THIS IS NOT, I REPEAT NOT PART OF THE STORY. THIS IS ONLY PART 1. IF YOU SEE NO LINK, THAT IS BECAUSE I HAVE NOT FINISHED WRITING PART 2. HERE IS THE LINK FOR PART 2: