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Hello Again
By AmandA7X

 


Walking down the hall, on my way back to class from the office, in this hell that is called school, I look up to see him walking towards me. The one that always seemed to put a smile on my face, even at the simple mention of his name.

“Hey, Ryleigh,” he said from the far end of the empty hallway. I didn't respond. I wanted to. I was going to, just as soon as he got closer to me.

“Hey, Ryleigh...Hey, Ryleigh,” he repeated again and again. My heart skipped as he said my name. I still wasn't satisfied at the distance between us though.

“Hey, Ryleigh,” he said one last time. I smiled, I couldn't hold it in any longer.

“Hey,” I finally spoke as we became a reasonable distance apart.

He smiled and laughed a little before saying, “you know you should respond to someone when they say hi to you in the hall.” He wasn't serious, he always joked around like that with me. I lowered my head as I passed him to hide the growing smile on my face. How is it that a simple “hello,” in the hall can completely brighten someone's day? Why am I so pathetic?

I continued walking back to my class until I noticed my friend, Kaylie rummaging through her locker. She is one of the few people I trust with everything and only one of two people who knew about him.

“Kaylie,” I yelled to pull her attention away from her locker. “Guess who I just saw.”

“Oh, well lets see, by the stupid look on your face I'm sure this is gonna be a tough one,” she replied sarcastically as she grabbed what she was looking for out of her locker and shut it. She turned to me, knowing that whether she asked or not I was going to tell her what happened, despite the fact nothing actually did really happen.

The bell finally rung signaling the end of the school day. However, I was not on my way home. I met up with my friend, Sam, and we were on our way to the gym for cheerleading practice. Sam and I are not your typical cheerleaders though. We don't fit in with the rest of them. We wear all black and listen to music that would probably frighten the rest of the girls on our team. We're often called the “goth” cheerleaders of Huntington and most people have a hard time believing we actually are cheerleaders.

“I do not want to be here right now,” I said from my spot on the mat, to Sam who sat right across from me.

She looked up as I spoke to her and agreed, “Yeah, three hours everyday right after school? I liked it a lot more when it was at five,” she said quietly as she noticed our coach walk in.

“I did too, and I wish it wasn't three hours, every other sport is two,” I sighed as I stood up and leaned over to help Sam up.

“Okay, finish stretching and line up for the opening stunts,” our coach, Heidi, yelled as she finished up a conversation with the captains. Oh, my favorite, stunts. Normally, I love stunting but being it the same stunt group as her makes it a little less fun. Not that I don't like her, she's nice and everything, just a bit awkward seeing as she is his on again off again girlfriend. They are currently off, and I have to hear about it everyday at practice.

“Oh my god listen to this, he left me the sweetest message,” Amy started in a hushed voice.

“Zacky?” Ally questioned excitedly. They stood crouched down face to face on either side of me, my right foot already placed in Amy's hands ready for my coach to indicate she wanted us to start.

“Yeah,” Amy continued relaying what the message said to Ally. I stood there trying not to hear what they were saying. Hoping my coach would start counting or realize she had something she needed to tell us or I'd even settle for her yelling at us. Anything to make this conversation stop or get me away from them. My so far good day had just turned upside down within the first ten minutes of practice.

After what seemed like forever practice was over and I got to go home. Though, going home could potentially be worse seeing as my brother is friends with him and he spends a lot of time at my house. I walked into the kitchen to see my brother eating a bowl of cereal at the table. “Wow Ryleigh don't look so miserable,” he said as he looked up from his dinner.

“Shut up, asshole, I had bad day,” I said as I threw my bag on an empty chair and began looking for my own dinner.

“Well shit, I can see that I didn't even do anything this time,” he stood up, put his empty bowl in the sink and walked out of the room. Once I found something to eat I finished it quickly and rushed up to my room to get my homework done so I could just end the day. I was hoping he would finally be done with her but apparently not.

 

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