I’m getting better.
I haven’t cut in over two months, I know this doesn’t mean I’m on the fast track to recovery, but I have been feeling like things are going good.
Well, at least they were going good… until I met Morgan Ryder.
I normally don’t have friends that are girls, but Morgan caught my undivided attention when she first came into my fourth hour class.
She was…different. Not just in appearance, there was something off about her, like she had been secluded from the world for a little while and was just now getting back to civilization, the way her eyes darted around the room in paranoia, she knew we were all scrutinizing her, that’s how it was with every new person, especially when they looked the way Morgan Ryder did.
She was devastatingly pretty, her hair was straight, black, and shiny, going all the way down to the middle of her lower black with platinum blonde streaks through out the whole thing. Her eyes were a light hazel and I could tell there was something inside of her that seemed troubled just by looking into them for a moment, like there was a burning need for her not to be noticed by everyone, but it was hard to miss a girl like that.
Mr. Fray put a hand on her back, looking around the room for an empty seat.
I looked to my left, noticing that the desk next to me was the only one available.
Mr. Fray smiled, “There we go, you can have seat right over there”, he said, pointing to the desk next to me.
I felt a lump in my throat, I was never good at making new friends, I always seemed to say the wrong thing, and besides that I never spoke to girls my age very much, it annoys my mother sometimes, she says I need some good friends that our of the same sex because I need someone to talk to who will understand certain problems I’m going through.
I think she’s just scared I’m going to end up pregnant.
M. Fray had already started his morning lecture so I quietly slipped out a piece of paper from my notebook and started scribbling words down onto it.
“Hi there, My names Vi0let, what’s yours?” I passed it over to her sneakily.
She looked over at me for a second with a boggled expression but nonchalantly got out a pencil and started writing.
“Morgan”.
I bit my lower lip, this was already not going as well as I planned.
“You must be new here”.
Morgan sighed to herself, “yeah, first day at a new school. Joy”.
I laughed to myself, the sarcasm was refreshing.
“Well if you want someone to sit with at lunch I’d be happy to keep you company, being new is tough I know”.
Morgan looked over at me and gave me a meek smile, “that would be great”.
I sighed in relief, maybe I could learn to make friends,even if there is something a little strange about them I just can’t put my finger on….