There is a 'Good' in 'Goodbye'

Chapter 3

Today is the first day, back at school. My alarm-clock buzzes off at exactly 6:30 a.m. Gosh, how I hate that sound. I hit my phone about 5 times, until it finally stops. I can clearly feel the motivation...not.

I make myself some breakfast, brush my teeth and get ready. I try to be as quiet as I can, as my mother is still off work, and won't get back to it until next month. She still struggles to handle the loss. I sneak out of the house and hop on my bike, as usual.

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“Oh, Jayne! It must be so horrible for you! I am so sorry for your loss.” -Shayla Dawson, bullied me the entire 8th grade.

“If you need someone to talk to, I am here for you “ - John Meyer, never had a single conversation with him.

“Jayne, are you feeling alright? You can skip class, if you want to.” - Mr. Oak, got me suspended for literally nothing. 

It's funny, how society suddenly cares about you after something bad has happened.

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That's how my first week of school went. Full of pity and 'I feel so sorry'-blahblah.

In the middle of Mrs. Ankon's boring lesson about the history of the viennese musician Mozart, the principal comes in. All of the students raise themselves, as a sign of respect and after he has told us to sit down, a tall boy enters the classroom. He has brown, messy hair, hazel eyes and I have to admit: Quite good looking.

“Please, introduce yourself.” says the principal politely

“Hi, I'm Kyle Newt and I just moved here from Texas.”

“From now on Kyle will be your fellow classmate, students. I would appreciate, if someone could show him around a little bit and give him company on his first day of school. Any volunteers?”

My body reacts faster, than my mind does. I instantly raise my hand before anyone else does. Everyone stares at me and I hear someone chuckle behind me. Well, that was embarrassing.

“Ah, Ms. Clarkson! Very kind of you!”

I look at Kyle and notice he had put on the biggest grin I have ever seen. He must think I have a huge crush on him. Mrs. Ankon asks him to take a seat and a few minutes later the bell rings. Kyle walks straight up to me and starts the conversation.

“Thanks for showing me around. Real nice of you. What's your name again?”

“Oh, no problem. It's Jayne”

After I had finished packing my books, I look up to him and I see that big grin again.

“What are you smiling at ?”

“Nothing. I am just looking forward to having a pretty girl as my personal school – tourguide.”

“Haha. But just so you know, I only raised my hand to be polite.”

“Right, of course you did.” he says with a sarcastic undertone.

I laugh, “Jerk.”

After the school-tour, Kyle and I decide to skip the last lesson and go to the parc. We let ourselves down on an empty bench.

“You know, I actually thought my first day of school was going to be horrbile, but you made it quite nice.”

“My pleasure.” I say and chuckle, “ And you're not as much of a jerk as I thought you are.”

“That's nice to hear. Thank you...I guess?” I start laughing and he joins in. He keeps talking.

“I'm sorry, but I have to say this. I heard about you and your dad. The accident. I'm really sorry.”

It was just another pity and the words weren't so much different from the words Shayla or John had said to me. Yet his words felt real. It actually felt like he was sorry. It felt different.

 I know that I have a fear of growning close to someone, but in that moment, I completely forgot about my paranoia. I was ready to become friends with Kyle. I was ready to let him into my life.