An Infinite Number of Possibilities

Chapter Two

I stared at the food that had been placed in front of me. One egg- sunny side up- was accompanying the two pieces of bacon and the single sausage on my purple plate (yet another attempt to brighten my mood) and a small glass of orange juice was placed to the right of my aliment. I smiled at mother, and mumbled a quick thank-you before taking the fork off of the handkerchief it had first been set on. 

"You okay honey?" Mother peered at me from behind the newspaper she was holding. The newspaper, of course, is something Mother had insisted on, claiming it "brought some old into the twenty-first century era" I had opposed, and told her that everyone in "the twenty-first century era" just had an app on their phone that binged when something important nearby happened. I guess I had simply forgotten that I was talking to the woman who still carried around a Motorola flip phone from 1993. 

I looked up to see her dark brown eyes staring at me expectantly. I was lost in thought, again. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit tired I guess." I replied nonchalantly as I picked up my glass of juice. She continued to stare at me. 

"You've slept practically this entire week. How can you still be tired?" Translation: she wasn't buying it. I smiled at her. 

"Momma, I'm a growing teenage girl. I'm gonna sleep." I laughed, tying it all together like the cherry atop an ice cream sunday.  

I could tell that had passed her standard "is she really okay, or is she lying" test. This had been the same test I had been issued every day for the past two months. I couldn't blame her though, I wasn't exactly the poster child for happy children. It's not that I was a bad kid, I just was a kid that leaned more to the, how should I say it, depressed side. I was "that" kid, with the counseling sessions and the anti-depressant meds.  Which would have been fine, if it hadn't been leaked by my old best friend, whom told the entire school. As a result of her actions, I was now the, somehow, hot freak. I wasn't the intelligent, pretty girl they told me I was three months ago. I was the girl who had turned into the school whore because of the slits on my wrist and thighs. I didn't know being depressed and wanting to die, turned you into some type of slut. I never even had a boyfriend, but guys still thought it was okay to slap my ass and grab my waist in the halls, which it wasn't. 

I shook my thoughts away, pushing them back yet again, before shoving my plate in front of me. "I'm gonna go for a walk, i'll be back in fifteen."

"Be safe sweetie, have fun." Mother waved at me, flashing her stunning smile, the one I sadly hadn't inherited. Instead I was stuck with this odd lopsided smile and pale pink lips, but you know. Beggars can't be choosers. I nod at her, and return a smile, before throwing my hood over my head. 

I slipped out the door, shutting it behind me quietly without purpose. Like I mentioned earlier, I wasn't a bad kid, so I didn't know "the thrill" as other kids had called it, of sneaking out unnoticed by their parents. I guess my "shutting of the door quietly" was me trying to understand how that felt. Mother had given me permission though, so it didn't really count, or work. 

I took off jogging towards the small supermarket we had after I felt the scratchy paper against my thigh. I was in the mood for sour worms for some odd reason, and silently hoped I had enough for them. I loved to run, but there's no way in hell I would sign up for the cross country or track team, when everyone on the team hated me. 

I rounded the corner, breathing in and out and quickening my pace. I ignore the cars and the bicycles, but find myself stopping at the park.  I used to love this park, even though the red paint that once coated the small swing set was long gone, leaving the swing set with a combination of rust and peeling red paint that now reveals the old blue it had once been painted, and then painted over again. 

I stare at the dark mulch that was sprinkled across the park, a little bit here and there. I looked up as I got closer to the swing set, and there was a girl. She looked to be my age, but I had never seen her before, which was rare considering it was such a small town. Her hair was dark, but her skin as far as I could tell, was pale. She was sitting on the swing with her hair down, so I couldn't get a look at her face. 

"Hi. I don't think I've really seen you around before, I'm Jupiter. Who are you?" I smiled at her, figuring I might as well try and make a friend, considering I didn't have any. She didn't look up. Just stood up with her head still facing the ground, and walked the opposite direction of me. I sighed.  So much for making new friends. 

"I'm no one." And with that, she was gone.