The Lost and Known

¨With every book, you go back to school. You become a student. You become an investigative reporter. You spend a little time learning what’s it like to live in someone else’s shoes¨ ~John Irving

As the sunlight poured into the darkened room, I had woken up my hair was a bright ginger, and certainly a rats nest. I sit on my bed staring at the completely gray clock, I swear I saw raindrops but I may be having illusions, still half-asleep, yet I was still able to remember first day of highschool was today I let out a long sigh. I stood up, my feet argued, with the laziness of them, I stumbled towards my newly made bureau to grabbed the clothes that I should wear today. I pushed the ripped jeans out of the way ,Heather had bought me new jeans 2 weeks ago and I already have ripped one and they don't let me wear ripped jeans! I decided to wear a long black skirt and a cute brown yet gray top, I pulled my hair into a hairstyle where it looks like I’m wearing a flower crown, I also did my eyes careful not to poke my chocolate color eyes with the eyeshadow. I walked down the stairs careful not to touch the wall, I did not want to be a blunt slate, since everyone else was. I grabbed a pear and started to cut it while put bread in the toaster. I ran out of the house Heather had gotten her job back after she knew that I was old enough to take care of myself, John had been removed from the nickname Black Stare, and now he goes by John at his work.

I had started to run passing the once beautiful stream, and all the silver grass. Amber waved and greeted softly ¨Hello Faith¨ she pointed to the sky as if to say something else, but I just continued running. I came to the school and went straight to the office asking for my schedule and locker number also it’s combination. I came up to a locker and it’s mine I started to hiss at how stupid to combination is 9-10-7. I got into the locker very easy I been doing that since 6th grade, I put my books that I didn’t need. I had looked at my schedule I started to walk to my ELA class. I can’t wait to see how this day will go

I listen to my orchestra teacher Mrs.Flynn blabber on about how I should fix my posture while playing the violin, I really didn't care what she was saying I was looking at her eyes. Her blue eyes told me that she was furious, but I can see a little figure that looked like it was yelling at me yet begging me for something, her speech were calm, and collected. I more I stared into her eyes I could see another little figure forcing the other scared-mad figure to go somewhere, into a cell, a jail cell. We were dismissed and headed to lunch, the usually much was actually good. I started to think about the little figures---I’m going to call them Bloomers, and the Bees--- how the one begging had looked like Mrs. Flynn, the other one also looked like Mrs. Flynn. I continued to think forgetting about the rest of the day. I tripped over many rocks and roots on the way home