My Best Friends Brother

The Marisa Problem

It was a lovely day, not only was it morning but it was Monday morning.

This meant that the glorious week is now starting.

Some people might find it weird that I like going to school...and that I like Monday mornings...and all mornings in general.

So maybe I wasn't the most normal teenage girl.

Some people thought I actually liked school...seriously? I hated school as much as the next guy, I, simply chose to appreciate all of lifes little wonders.

Acting like a grouch over school didn't make it any better, I learnt that first hand in England.

Sure it was tough sometimes, but I always tried to remain positive about school.

However, I didn't always succeed.

A lot of the times actually, I failed.

But that was besides the point, God decided to keep me alive a little longer and as I said my thanks to him, I thought of all the other great things in my life.

Besides the relative easiness of being happy for being alive, I also thought of people who would envy my education...and my clothes...and the big house I lived in...and the list simply ran on.

Sometimes on really miserable days ( like saturday) those were the only things I could come up with.

Most days though, I had to stop myself from going overboard with the game.

No one knew about my little game.

Frankly no one particularly cared to ask me if I had randomly made up a game to see how many things I could be thankful for...

But you know, I never really told people about it though,

That would just be weird...and I'm a perfectly normal human specimen.

But some people beg to differ.

I shook myself out of my strange daydreams and hurried to school.

I finally pulled into the school parking lot and immediately rushed for my locker.

I was about to slam my locker shut when I heard somebody cough behind me.

I turned and saw Marisa standing behind me with her hands folded tightley to her chest.

"I still want to know what's going on with you and Derek," Marisa said.

I looked at her body language.

She was still very angry but yet she seemed very calm.

It was a strange and a little bit of an unnerving combination.

"I told you, ask Derek, I don't really feel comfortable talking about it," I said.

Getting attacked by my best friends boyfriend was not top on my list of things to talk about.

"Christie," She urged.

Just then the bell rang.

Another thing to be thankful for.

"Bye, see you at cheer practice," I said, walking quickly away.

The day passed by quickly enough, with me almost dreading cheer practice.

This was unusual for me as I always looked forward to cheer practice.

It was always the highlight of my day.