Creative Writing: Happy Place

Happy Place

“Are you sure I can’t just transfer schools?”. A question I had asked a billion times over. “100%. I promise you, you will be okay”. My mom rubbed my back as my head dropped onto the cold kitchen counter. I didn’t want to hear that I would be okay. I wanted them to let me have my way. “You’re in your last year what difference would it make”. My brother joined the conversation as if someone had asked. I rolled my eyes, letting him know his opinion was being recognized and very neatly filed in the trash bin in my brain. I made my way to my bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, burying my face into the pillow. My parents were right, I could handle it. I just didn’t want to.

“Sooo are we going or not?”, Chris had been bugging me about

Christian met me at the end of the hall, greeting me with a very suspicious smile. “ What did you do?”. He flashed his phone screen displaying a receipt for 2 vip passes to World of Dance. “Now you have to go”, he grinned. I’d wanted to punch him in his gut, he had always been so impulsive. I made an attempt to mask my excitement but he knew me so well it was pointless. I chuckled and slapped his arm “ I can’t believe you, I haven't even told you whether or not I was going”. “Oh, you’re going, I paid good money for these tickets”. I shook my head, smiling at the still lit phone screen. We made our way down the hall as the bell rang, running into hall traffic from the opposite direction. My smile faded as we made our way through the crowd. Christian stopped in front of his class “I’ll see you when at lunch” I said still making my way down the hallway. I turned the corner still grinning from ear to ear. My grin quickly faded as I walked up behind two boys who couldn't possibly move any slower. The boys jeered at each other which was nothing outside of the ordinary. The jokes were followed by a mix of the “N word”. Both forms, hard R and the more common Soft A. I left out a heavy breath before brushing in between them abruptly and turning the corner into my

My phone screen lit up with a text from Christian. “I’ll be there at 9”. Perfect timing considering my parents left for work at 8 and I still hadn't packed. It was only 7 o’clock so I forced myself back to sleep in order to hide my excitement the best I could. I woke up at 8 to the sound of my door opening. My mother entered the room as quietly as she could, which was not very quiet consider the heels she was wearing. I rolled over making eye contact and showing a faint smile. “ We’re leaving now just wanted to make sure you were alright”. I nodded letting her know I was okay. She kissed my forehead and made her way out of my room. “ Love you I called from my bed in a weak voice. “Love you too faker” she replied as the sound of her heels grew more and more