Jonas's First day Back

Jonas threw on an old band tee and a pair of faded tight jeans with his ancient battered converses, the ones Lucy had given him for his fourteenth birthday. He had to go to school to day. His parents were fighting again and he had to get out of the house.

His parents were always fighting argueing about something. He hated it he, he also hated the fact the only reason they were together was be cause of him, like he was the cause to there fighting. If he was never born they would've just lived seperate lifes by now never talking, never fighting.

He started into the school building, it was an old huge school built in the sixties. He walked through the gigantic double doors that seperated highschool from the rest of the world. He didn't see Penelope...good, he thought. Maybe she wasn't coming to school today, but luck hasn't been on his side lately. What had he done wrong to deserve this, it wasn't fair, not just unfair that it was, it was unjust...wrong....damn alchohal.

Penelope was still asleep unware that today was occuring. She was dreaming of when she and Lucy were younger.
They would have little tea parties underwater. Lucy was never that fond of water, it scared her, no, she was terrified of the liquidy beast. She did not really know why, it just had. The thought of it swallowing her whole always came to mind when she saw it. But Penelope had always figured a way to coax her in. Once she was in she loved it. They would splash around all day if they could.
Penelope heard this beeping in her dream it was qiute annoying. She didn't know where it was coming from though she looked around...nothing. But then her eyes began to pry open. It was her alarm. It blared 9:00 am....late.

Jonas took his seat in first period. One way far in the back, just far enough for no one to see him if he cried. As the students began to swarm into thier designated homerooms he still did not see Penelope, maybe she really wasn't coming to school today. He lay his head down on the table waiting for class to begin. Ms. Garlings walked in, she was frazzled old lady who never quite knew what she was doing and she always had this distinct scent of cigar smoke. Ms. Garlings had also been Lucy's English teacher when she was still alive. Ms Garlings was Lucy's favorite teacher. She had loved english, and was quite good at it, too. Jonas had read some of Lucy's poems and always felt alive and so real when saw them.....he missed those poems. Lucy would sit next to Jonas everyday in Homeroom but she would never talk to him. She was too engrossed in one of Ms. Garlings offbeat lectures. But Jonas was okay with that though he would just stare at her and obsorb this omniscient glow she gave off whenever she was being inspired.

"All rightio, People today we are talking about, errrrr............ummm where is it", she shuffled thourgh her purse for the mystery object, "Found it!"she said this as she jumped from the ground in delight. She held up a blue and lime green book. Shit, it was "Love, Stargirl"by, Jerry Spinelli. Lucy's favorite book. Jonas bit his lip trying not to cry again.

Lucy had read tons of books and was very picky on when it came down to them.....she was quite the critic. But this one was by far her favorite she was always quoting it. He remembered her favorite line:
"May our reunion not be a finding but a sweet collision of destinies", But her destiny was over so he could never find her again.

Penelope braided her long blonde hair and pulled on a pair of wide leg pants with a henley. She was going to have to walk, her parents had the car.

She slipped into first period english. Jonas, oh no. He didn't see her, Good. Penelope chose a seat in the the middle of the room, next to David he was such a nerd, his pants were too high and his glasses to big. But Lucy didn't see that she was always nice him she would talk to him everyday in the halls and crack the locks of the lockers he was always stuffed in. She was just kind like that and Penelope always envied this trait. A tear fell at the thought of her.......no, she thought, no crying today atleast not here.

Jonas turned his head, Penelope, fuck. When'd she get here? He couldn't answer the question. The bell rang and everyone flowed out of class to second period. The rest of the day consisted of flashbacks and a tearshed lunch. Tomorrow didn't look anymore promising.