A waist of a good apple

The crystal like moon beams reflected on my jet black hair as I strummed at my guitar, hitting random notes, which oddly enough, filled me with peace. I bent over a little more to see all of the strings on my old friend to try and figure out which note was going to be the first note to start off my new inspiration.
My inspiration, by the way, was this town. I moved here a week ago and I couldn’t get over the beauty, the purity, and last but not least a chance at a new and better life, for me as well as my mother. I closed my forest green eyes and took a deep breath, letting the smell of the last days of summer fill my soul. A frown slipped across my lips, my muscles forcing the skin down. Last days of summer, this meant the first day of my junior year tomorrow, This also meant I only had four more hours to come up with my song before mom decided I needed my beauty sleep.
I sigh slaming my head on the picnic table. I already knew finishing the song in four hours was not possible. I had been sitting here for at least an hour and a ½ and hadn’t even thought of the first note. I guess that’s alright, all good things come with time and patients. I strummed my guitar once more, this time letting my finger lingering on the fourth string.
The fourth string, for some reason, reminded me of my father. He was the reason I knew how to play this instrument, he was also the reason why my battered mother and I fled from Tennessee. He wasn’t an evil man, honestly he wasn’t. I loved him with all my heart, but he stopped taking his medicine. That was a mistake! Sadly, he had schizophrenia which warped his mind into thinking we said and did things we never dreamed of even thinking, making him angry…and well…violent. My father never touched me, not once, but my mother on the other hand was not quit as lucky as me.
Hmmm? My mind transfixed back on the string….the fourth string. Maybe just maybe this was the right note to start of my song, my masterpiece. The right sound, the right spirit, the right tone. If I strum at it a few more moments with some other strings, I think I might be on to something…maybe just maybe………
“SINSARATY! TIME FOR BED!”
No! I screamed in my head as I let out a defeated grown. I understand I was being a little dramatic. I mean why should I have to finish the song tonight before school? I could just finish it when the bell lets out signaling for my freedom, but I always stay after and help the teachers set up their class rooms. I guess you could call me a good citizen but honestly I just do it for the charity work. I was aiming for Ivy League college and when u aim that high you need to back it up with a lot of outside school work. This was my outside school work. Although the teachers kept me pretty late they get to know me as a person, and they usually like what they see which benefits my grades. It’s really a win win situation. But they defiantly keep me busy, which is why I won’t have time for the song.
I huffed as I got off the bench, blowing my bangs out of my eyes. Alright, come on Sinsaraty, positive thoughts. Think happy. Don’t let a little bump in the road keep ya down. You don’t even know if this new school will let you count that as charity work. I laughed a little at this thought. Yes they would, because knowing me ill work up some amazing argument and they’ll just have to let me have my way. That was one of my better traits, making a point.
These Thoughts flooded my head as I walked up the stairs to my front door. Suddenly my foot caught on the edge of the last step, causing me to fall and introducing the wooden porch to my delicate face. I laughed even harder at this. Clumsiness however, was my least favorite trait.
“Oh Sinsaraty! I really should just lock u in a tower you’d be safer there. “Said my worried mother helping me up off the ground. I just smiled at her, amused by her anxious expression.
“Knowing me mom, I’d probably end up falling out of the window.” She snorted at this
“So sad yet so true.” She replied while brushing the hair out of her face. My smile faded at my mother’s now exposed black and blue eye. Mother noticed my staring and sighed. She just stroked my face with a pained look and kissed me on the forehead.
“As long as it’s not on you I’ll be fine.” I looked down and nodded my head. She picked my face back up and smiled. “Ok cheeka, time for bed.” I smiled back at her and gave her a peck on the cheek then ran upstairs to my bed room. I did the whole 360. You know, taking a shower getting dressed, brushing teeth, washing my face and finally jumped into bed, letting mayday parade play in the background as my mind clouded with sleep.
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!BEEP***BEEP***BEEP!
My alarm wrang signaling that it was time for me to get up. Well to bad…I don’t want to. I snuggled deeper into the covers, there warmth caressing me with fatigue. “SINSARATY!GET YOUR LAZY BUTT UP RIGHT NOW!” My mom yelled at me form down stairs. Ugh! Noooo. I whined in my head as I slipped a foot out of the cover, but quickly retrieved it feeling the room temperature was way too cold for my liking.
5 minutes pass and I hear my mother storming up the steps. All of a sudden the blankets are torn from my body leaving me exposed to the cold. “EEK!” I scream. “ get up or your not going to have time to get ready for school, and if your still in your P.Js when I come back here I will drag you to school, don’t try me.” And with that little lecture she walked out of my room slamming the door on the way out.
I slowly got up, got dressed threw some make up on and put a brush through my hair. Hey that wasn’t so hard, I thought as I descended down the steps.
“Morning sleeping beauty.” Said my mom throwing me a pop tart. “You better get going or you’ll be late.” I grunted, hugged my mom, and walked to my car. I was not a women of many words as you’ve probably noticed.
15 miutes later!
I pull up to New Hampshire high. It was a cute, dainty school made of red and brown bricks with wild flower surround the edges. I was defiantly smaller than my old high school. There 1234 attended, here only 625 went. You see the difference? I sure do. I shakily step out of my vehicle and enter the building.
You see, I was nervous because well, at my last school with so many people there, and me never talking, I went unnoticed. It was like I was invisible, an allusion that may have been there once but no longer was…like? like a ghost. Personally, I liked it that way. But now with only 625, and me being the ‘new student’ there was no way I could avoid people.
How right I was. As soon as I opened the door I swear, everyone in the front hall head’s turned. It was quite frightening really. I spotted the front office and sprinted towards it, probably making an idiot out of myself as I went. I slammed the door and turned around letting out a sigh of relief, only to be met with more curious eyes. Thankfully this time it was only two old women.
“Can we help you sweetheart?” asked the one with a bluish tint to her hair.
“Um...i hope so, I’m new here….SinsaratyWhite?”
“Oh yes hunny here you are” she said smiling as she handed me a piece of paper.
1st: Trig: Mrs. Morgue……ok that name is kind of morbid
2nd: French 3:Mr.Smallwood
3rd: physical phitness:Miss.Robin
4th:AP English 3: Mr. Night
Only four classes? This should be fun. “Thank you miss.” I said and with that I ventured forth to find my first class. Silly of me to forget I was directionally challenged, and no matter the size of the school, there was no way I was finding a class without some kind of help.
I looked around the building, feeling more clueless as I went. That’s when I bumped into my first friend. Kayla.
“Opps! Im sosososo sorry! A-are you ok? Please tell me your ok!” Another awful trait, rambling. She just laughed her surgery laugh “It’s all good…Hey new kid am I right.”
“yup”
“And your lost.”
“yup”
“And you need my help.”
“You’re very good at this you know.”
“It comes with practice.” She smiled. “Now let’s get you to class.” She chipped as she grabbed my schedule.
“Looks like todays your lucky day.” She said
“Why? Because I found you or my teacher’s rock?”
“No and No, most of your teachers are awful…except for Mr. Night that is.”
“He a good teacher?”
“I guess I don’t really know…I’m to busy looking at him.” She said wiggling her eyebrows; I gave her a questioning look in response.
“The man is a god! Gorgeous! And when I say gorgeous I mean gorgeous!” she said dreamily I let out a sigh
“But he’s a teacher.” She rolled her eyes
“who cares…me and him are going to get hitched…oh and loving your accent by the by.” I just blushed. I was from TN which ment southern accent, and by moving to such a northern state of New Hampshire it was now much more defined ,only making me stand out more…great. And with that she began to walk away, with my schedule I’m her hands! I just stood there speechless.
“You coming?” she yelled back at me. I giggled on the inside for my foolishness and trailed after her.
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Trig; ok I guess. I was never the one for math, numbers tend to confuse me.
French; I love the language, if only the man could teach I mean honestly I can’t be any harder than learning it!
Physical fitness; ridicules! Are teacher was a 65-year-old who could barely stand up…now that just cruel!
And then there was History.
It took me a while to find the class, but I knew it would, that was why I had left lunch early to find it. I opened the door to find a girl sprawled over the desk her exposed because she had unbuttoned her shirt. “Hello Mr….” she trailed of when she saw me, not Mr. whoever she wanted.
“Oh man!” she screamed realizing she was caught on the teacher’s desk. “Oh god! Please oh please don’t tell anyone…I’m not supposed to be here, I know I have a restraining order it’s just I-I “she began to freak out while buttoning her shirt. I cut her off “I won’t tell anyone, promise.” I said in almost a whisper. I was surprised she herd me which she defiantly did because she smiled and bounded over to me saying “thank you thank you thank you!” Over and over again, and then ran out of the room.
I just stood there speechless…and what was that she said? Restraining order, I’m guessing from the teacher, who else? I shook off what just happened, there was no reason to think about it all day, and not when I had that song to think about.
I sat down and took out my note book; thinking about soothing melody’s to describe this states beautiful mountains. I heard the door open and close a few times, but I never looked up, not until the bell rang anyways. I bet your wondering what the teacher looked like. Me two…I couldn’t see a thing, his desk was surrounded girls of all kid, fat, skinny, short, tall, you name it he was being swooned by it. Well, all accept me of course.
The man was a teacher, and elder, and authority figure! No way was I flaunting myself in front of him no matter how good looking he was. Anyways, I never fall for someone because of their looks, like one of my favorite comedians said you can fix looks, plastic surgery people! Not that I would ever suggest that. Everyone’s beautiful in their own way. But “you can’t fix stupid”
For all these girls know the man could be the worst scum of the whole human race! I pushed these thoughts from my head and focused back on my notebook, blocking everyone out. Well I tried any ways.
“Mr. Night, look at how shinny your hair is!” the better to blind you with my dear. Then another blond piped in “Mr. Night! Look at how smart you are!” The better to confuse you with my dear. “Mr. Night! Look at how strong you are!” the better to r@!* you with my dear MWAHAHAHA. I snickered at the responses I was making in my head. Wow I was such a dork.
“Alright, everyone to their seat!” He yelled over the excited girls who squealed in response and fought over the desks in the front row. I rolled my eyes. “Something annoying you misses…” Apparently the teacher saw this little act, I blushed and look up to meet icy blue eye. They seemed to look through me as if in to my soul. I shook my self mentally, I was NOT going to be like the other girls and I was NOT going to be one by his looks! “Sinsaraty White sir.” He cocked an eyebrow…no not just any eyebrow, his perfect eyebrow, which disappeared in to his black shaggy hair. And if I didn’t know better I’d say his hair was darker than mine.
“Well?” Oh he wanted me to answer the question…but I can’t tell him, ok “I was just rolling my eyes at myself sure. I accidently left my reading book at home.” Which was the truth, but I knew I was a new student and wouldn’t get into any trouble because I had no school supply list.
“That’s alright Miss. White, you won’t need to bring a book, we supply you with required reading books for the year.” I just looked down and nodded, going back into my shy mod. I kept my head down until all of a sudden there was a pencil and paper on my desk. I looked up to find I was only inch away from Mr. Night. He smelled of rain and coffee…weird combination I know.
“You will.” Spoke Mr. Night shaking me out of my trance. “Need this though, we will be taking notes today. I tried to fight a blush down as I smiled in response. He locked eyes with me for a few mere seconds longer and then walked to the front of the class room.
I looked at him for the rest of class, but not like the other girls, who were not paying attention but starring at his shirt that you could see his defined abs through, but with comprehension and understanding. I made sure he knew I was learning and paying attention, not just ogling him which I think he understood because he kept looking my way, as if he was only taking to me , because he knew he was getting nowhere with the rest of the girls in his class.
Finally the class ended, everyone in the class, other than the boys, tried to put there things away as slowly as possible waiting for everyone else to leave so they could get some alone time with Mr. Night. I would have been the first one out the door; only, I couldn’t find my bag…anywhere.
I asked everyone if they saw where it went but they all shook their heads ignoring me.
15minuts later
There was only one other girl in the class room besides myself, when she finally admitted defeat, she left. Left me alone with him. All alone! And to make things worse he started to laugh! Laugh at me!
“Having some trouble Miss. White.” And low and behold there he stood in the front of the class room holding my bag. “i-I believe that’s mine Mr. Night.” I stuttered, a little angry at him for not telling me where it was when I was clearly looking for it!
“So I’ve gathered” He smirked at me…ooo I hate it when people smirk, it’s like thieve just coned you out of a deal or something. “umm…Mr. Night?”
“Yes?”
“Why didn’t you tell me where my bag was?” He let out a chuckle
“You never asked me.” He stated as if it were a well-known fact
“Did you take it?” I asked as quietly as I could, the words out of my mouth before I could stop them.
He faked an appalled look, as if I had just committed him for treason “No…I wouldn’t do that, the students do these things to the new students, it’s their way of saying welcome.”
“Oh…well can I have it back sir? P-please?”
“Yes of course” he said handing me the bag. As soon as I got hold of it I began to exit his classroom.
“Oh Miss. White?” He said stopping me in my tracks “Isn’t there anything you wanted to talk to me about? To ask me?” He said in the smuggest tone I had ever herd. And that’s when I remembered
“Oh ya” he smiled as if he won a secret battle he was fighting “Can I have the list of materials for this year?” His smile dropped and he looked completely baffled.
“i-um ya sure here.” He said handing me the piece of paper. I smiled and walked away, leaving him standing stunned in the middle of his classroom, though I have no idea what he has to be stunned about