New Story: Too Late

Past: Prologue
January 15, 1990
“Alexa, wake up,” Alana screams. I open my eyes.
“What, it’s only midnight,” I mumble, rolling on my side.
“What part of midnight is 7 o’ clock in the morning,” Alana says. I look over at my clock: 7:00 am. My eyes widen.
“What,” I scream. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Why didn’t I wake you up, hmm,” she says rubbing her chin. “I did, but you were like uh.”
I jumped out of bed. “Nice, I’m gonna be late for school.”
Alana shrugs.
“Girls breakfast,” Sabina screams.
“Coming,” Alana screams back. “Hurry up,” she adds and she threw me an outfit. I tried my best to hurry up, but it didn’t seem to work. The door pops open.
“Would you like to hurry,” Alana says popping her head through the door and scaring my ass off.
“You’re such an ass,” I say. Alana looks up like there is anything to see.
“Maybe I am, but at least I’m not a slow ass,” she says and she snaps the outfit onto me. I roll my eyes.
“Would you like to stop using magic,” I say and I grab my school bag. I head down to the breakfast, but it turned out that I was late, so Alana says that I shouldn’t eat; and she drags me off to her car. Like usual, I would pop into the passenger seat in the front, but this time I didn’t. I stare at it. It was a black Chevrolet .
“What the hell, you changed your car again,” I exclaim.
“Please Alex don’t spaz,” Alana says flipping her hair back.
“Stop flirting,” I whisper. She laughs and she hops in the car. I follow her in, so I don’t have to walk to school by myself since I was late already.

I walk into the school and found Monique standing there staring at the main office. I run up to her.
“What’s up,” I ask, patting her on the shoulder. Usually, when I pat on her shoulder, she’ll start spazing, but this time she didn’t. I look in the main office and I really didn’t see anything special.
“What are you looking at,” I ask her. She looks at me like I’m some idiot that’s talking to her.
“There’s this new kid in school and I heard he was hot,” she whispers. I rolled my eyes.
I grabbed her arm. “Can we head off to class, because if we don’t Miss. Nigh would be giving us detention and we would enter the dark zone,” I say and giving her a little picture of how Miss. Nigh would torture through a little squeeze. She shivers and heads down the hall. I take one last look at the main office, before heading to English class.
“Good morning class,” Miss Nigh says. She starts writing on the board, but someone barge into the classroom. Miss Nigh turns to face the new kid. She takes a look at the kid, who has blue eyes and golden yellow hair, and then looks back at the note that the kid handed over to her. I read her mind: He’s pretty good looking and we’re about the same age... I laugh at her thought; Monique looks and smiles at me, realizing that she also read Miss Nigh mind.
“Okay, Shane you may take a seat next to...” she starts picking her head up to look for an empty seat in the classroom. I focus on my notebook.
“Next to Heather,” she finally says. I heard someone saying yes in the back of the room. This made my grin deeper. Almost all the girl in my English is impress by the way how that Shane guy looks. Monique turns around again, Very impressive, right?
Yes it is, I thought sending the message to her. For the rest of the class, I didn’t try to read that new guy’s mind or the other girls and boys in my class. Girls are impress and boys are jealous.
“Dude, you should have seen what everybody thought about that new kid, Shane,” Monique bellowed. I laugh.
“Really, what does he look like,” Alana asked.
“You’re probably going to see him soon,” I smile.
“Thanks for your hint,” she says and heads down to her next class. I turn around to go to Trigonometry class when I see Shane. I smiled at him. Instead of smiling back, he ignores me and turns the other direction. I shrug and went into the trig class.

“Uh I hate biology,” Alana groans. “We’re going to take a blood test; I mean imagine people who have AIDS.”
“Right, you think a teenager is going to have AIDS,” Monique joked. I was giggling. Alana looks above my shoulder. I look at what she was looking at. She was looking at the new kid, Shane.
“What, you’re into this new kid who is way younger than you,” I exclaim. Alana rolled her eyes. She looks a lot like mom: her prettiness, her innocents, her green eyes, and how popular she is in this school. Then me, I’m nothing like mom, I’m more like dad: his awkwardness and his annoying attitude.
“Gosh, Alex, I was only looking at him, it’s not like I’m gonna imprint on him,” Alana says sipping her apple juice.
“Guys, I’m so sorry I’m late,” Jeffrey says taking his seat right next to Monique.
“Little bro, Jeff, you shouldn’t be such a nerd,” Monique whispers to her brother, Jeff.
“Big sis, Monique, you shouldn’t be such a retard,” he answers back. Monique eyes turn jet black, which mean she’s piss.
“Take it easy,” I whisper reminding her that we are in a cafeteria. Her eyes turn back brown.
Jeff laughs. “You won’t mind if another person joins us, right?”
Monique and I shrug and Alana says whatever.
“Shane come,” Jeff calls out to the new kid. I roll my eyes.
You’re piss aren’t you, Alana asks me through telepathy. I mean really everybody have been talking about him since like what, the beginning of the day already, aren’t they like sick of it because I definitely am, I answer.
Dude you’re jealous, Monique thought interrupting our conversation. Should I? I mean what am I jealous of that he has a shorter life than me and that he would grow old, or something like that I can’t have, I thought.
“Hey,” Shane greets.
“Hi,” Monique says. “I’m Monique, this is Alana,” she introduces pointing to her and then to Alana. “I believe Alex won’t introduce herself, so I might as well introduce you to her as well. This is Alexa, but we call her Alex for short, not that it makes a different by one letter.”
I ignore her. “Hi, I’m Alexa, but I prefer you calling me Alex.”
“Hi Alex, Alana, and Monique,” he says. He sounded like some kind of robot. Alana chokes on her juice and she’s laughing. You read my thoughts didn’t you?
Alana: I sorry, but I was just curious. You’re jealous. She’s smirking now at me. I give her back a smile. You know what I gonna block my thoughts from now on whether you’re here or not, I thought sending it to her. She shrugs. Shane and Jeff looks at us confused.
“Are you guys using telepathy,” Jeff asks picking up his hot dog.
“Shut up, Jeff, eat your hot dogs,” Monique says. Alana nearly spit out all her juice.
“Hot dogs, right,” Jeff smiles and Alana is cracking up. I look over at Shane, he’s laughing along with them. So fake, I thought. Alana laughs again. I totally forgot to shield my thoughts. I ignore her and continue with my lunch.
“You’re such an ass,” I say to Alana. She shrugs.
“You can’t do anything about that,” she whispers and nudges me on the shoulder. I didn’t get to say anything back to her since the bell rang already like a minute ago. I ignore her and ran upstairs to biology.