Breaking Point

1. H a n n a h

                                                                 1. H a n n a h

I’m just the clumsy inconsequential girl ducking and weaving through the most ancient books in the library, the girl who managed to slip behind the rest and fall in slow motion while the world around the managed to zoom by in fast forward. A month feeling like a day and a year flying by like a month, each minute, each hour, each day slipping behind…

                Still through the weird warped time continuum I managed to basically stay the same and whether to say that is good or bad is all a matter of opinion. 

                There goes Luke Walters, the quarterback of our leading football team – The Falcons.

                My heart inevitably races, and my hands begin to perspire and I get that feeling you get after eating the wrong combination of food. I drop to the dank library carpet, avoiding him. What was he doing over here alone? In the “ancient” book section, maybe he was looking for something for homework.

             Not only was he second best to Caleb Salanski, the football king but he had a four point o GPA. People said it was because he was Asian, but that’s just wrong. There is a thing called paying attention in class, and studying.

                Something else that’s really admirable about him is that he’s not a jerk… well not entirely, like most of the pompous football players who berate those think are below them and carry their “queens” (the cheerleaders) around and make them feel like they’re better than everyone else. I never understood the high school food chain. Food chains in middle school and high school alike all seem to be never-ending, you get to the top for once year only to transition to be at the bottom again.

                When he’s finally gone, I rise to my now jell-o feet and walk out of the section, finding nothing that caught my eye. I don’t know why I even liked him. Chances of me ever being in close proximity without having an anxiety attack would probably be one in seven point five billion, so basically zero chances. That’s okay though – I accept the fact that guys like like him wouldn’t want to be anywhere near me, and besides, what would happen to the social order if we were caught hanging out?

                “Luke  stop!” his girlfriend giggles as he kisses her neck sloppily in the lobby on my way out. This is a library! Not your bedroom! I chastise in my head, I look over at them with the small turn of my head. Stupid idiots. Then there are the things like this that make me wonder why I even like him.

                I push the glass door open and step out into the crisp night, the moon was advancing slowly across the sky while the sun set leaving a burning apricot glow in its wake. Goosebumps tickled their way up my arms, and I hung my head in frustration at the fact that I didn’t bring a coat. I know always get caught up in there and yet I still cling to a maybe that I might just leave early enough for it not to be too cold.

                I live right on the town green – which is the center of town. Right next to all the amenity shops for our small town needs, such as: Giesslers, Ace Hardware, a church, subway, and a strip of forever opening and closing restaurant and miscellaneous stores. Yep, Windsor wasn’t the epicenter of good stores in my opinion.

                I cross the empty street onto the sidewalk, walking past the stores the street lights flickering on. I blink back the cold, hugging myself with my hands. Rounding the corner, into the suburbs of the town green I reach my house within minutes, right as my porch light comes on beckoning me home – my moms’ warning that it’s getting late.