You Only Ever Who You Were

Sophomore Year

Mika's POV:

            My eyes flew open and I sat straight up to the obnoxious noise coming from my alarm clock.  The blurry red numbers told me that it was six thirty-two. "Ugh", I realized "First day of sophomore year. Great." I lay back down and pulled my covers over my eyes, shielding them from the bright sun that sliced through the blinds.  Yasmine, my younger sister walked in and said "Hurry up. Mum's leaving soon." I reluctantly disentangled myself from the warm blanket and swung my feet over the edge of my bed and quickly got dressed. After pulling on a blue shirt, holey jeans, and my white, beat-up Converse, I messed with my Lebanese curls until they looked decent. I rushed down stairs to find my mother tossing things into her suitcase. She looked up at me and said "Good morning, Mika. I'm really sorry about this business trip

being right when you start school, but I promise I'll be back on Saturday, okay?".  "Mmhmm" I

responded.  She then zipped up her suitcase and hugged me around the waist as I pressed my

cheek against hers. "Bye Yasmine!" she hollered upstairs. I opened the front door for her and she

planted herself in the taxi that was waiting outside. 

            I then backed away from the door and thought of what was next: school. This thought

daunted me as I dragged my feet to the kitchen to eat. I grabbed a Galaxy caramel and a fruit tea. 

I then found my gray backpack and threw a bunch of pens and pencils, along

with a notebook, and my sketch pad. Being the oldest boy, I had to drive my sister to school.  I

walked out to the driveway to find the mini, blue Cooper, got in, and waited for Yasmine.

After a few minutes, she came skipping out of the house plopped herself next to me. After

dropping her off, I headed toward my high school. I already knew that my first day was fated to

be dreadful.

* *  *

            I stood in front of the building and whispered "So this is it. Let's make the best of it."

When you walked into my school you felt scared and overwhelmed.

We have everyone: jocks, divas, nerds, normals and everyone in between. However, the amount

of people is the scariest part. This building has four floors and our auditorium is underground

in the three hundred and fifty  by three hundred and fifty foot basement. The sight of the

hallways made me want to abscond in a bathroom stall For access to my new locker I punched in

the combination in the touch-screen square mounted on the door.  As I took out my things to

place in my locker, a tall, muscular boy slammed his strong hand on my books causing them to

drop to the floor.  I looked up and recognized him quickly. Russell. He sneered at me and said

"So, it looks like you got scrawnier over holiday! But not me." he boomed smiling, while he

flexed his bicep muscles. He wasn't lying; he had gotten a lot more buff since the last time I saw

him.  Russell purposely walked past me making his strong shoulder knock me to the ground with

my books. 

I looked around to see that everyone was laughing hysterically. I turned away and started

picking up my books as I felt my eyes burn and well up with tears.  This school was in

anarchy; teachers wouldn't even care if someone was killed; it was chaos.  As I collected

my possessions a smaller pair of beautiful hands started picking up my sketchpad.  I

grabbed it back and pressed it against my chest.  I looked into the eyes of the hands and

saw an angel.  Her large eyes were framed with dark, long eyelashes and innocent eyebrows. She

had light brown hair that cascaded down from her head down one side of her face. Her face

was balanced out with her plump, soft lips which were a berry color.  She smiled and stood up

while matched her movement. "Hi, I'm Ariana." she said brightly. This was a rather auspicious

moment considering Russell had just embarrassed me in front of many students.  She offered me

her hand to shake. She was much shorter than I was; probably because I'm six foot three.  The

students stopped their laughing when Ariana glared at them and said "Show's over, kay? Beat it." 

She and I walked to class together and she asked "What's your name?" "Mika." I said.

"That's a weird name." she said plainly. "Well so is Ariana!" I shot back rather loudly.

She stopped walking and looked at me with an annoyed face. "Sorry. It's a beautiful

name." I said softly. She smiled and said "So what's your next class? I have Bowin in

room thirty-six."  I looked at the schedule in my hands quickly and said "Me too." I was

relieved. I didn't want to go to class alone after what happened.

Ariana was so different. She was intelligent, kind, and most all beautiful.  I shot a glance

at Ariana and was struck again by her beauty.  In class Ariana and I sat next to each other

in the back of the classroom every day. It turned out that we had four classes together. I

loved talking to her. After school or the in other three classes, I felt so lonely. She was

the friend that I never had.