Lucky Me He loves me

Wild High school

-Sierra?

-Yes.

-What are you doing? Asked for a somewhat intrigued voice.

-I'm looking for something, something important.

I searched my locker, pushed the objects so that I could find what was so precious to me. A workbook, pens, paper, an old jogging stocking... Everything was going under my hands. Everything but... It.

-and what exactly are you looking for?

-Something.

-something?

-Yes, I replied annoyed.

I kept digging, but there's no way to get my hands on it. Amanda, she was banging her feet on the ground.

-You want me to help you? Did she ask impatiently

-No it is... All right. Thank you Amanda

I turned my head quickly and had drafted her a smile of thanks. I didn't want her to think I was angry after her. It was against me, that I was upset. If I had lost that special and precious thing, everything was over, a lot of things would be over. I was concentrating on the subject of my research.

-I could know what it is? She insisted.

-Uh, no, sorry, it's...

-Secret! Well yes, obviously, you answer that every time. But remember, one day I will discover your dark secret Sierra Collins!

Then she burst out laughing and so did I. Amanda was my best friend, she knew how weird I was. She knew I was as strange as I was secret. But that wasn't what best friends used to do? To accept our mutual quirks? Suddenly my finger passed on smooth paper that I could only recognize between a thousand. I had found it.

Miracle

I went out the folded sheet in four and flaunted it as if I had just found Atlantis.

-You are the most curious girl I know, but I love it! Because I'm the same! Nodded Amanda.

-I confirm.

I closed the door of my locker and turned to her.

-it is so precious to me, I added.

-Is it related to Camille?

Camille was my mother, the human being who had abandoned me to live an amazing life in Europe (without me of course).

-Yes

-So hide it, if some ill-intentioned see it, as for example I do not know, this bitch of Andrea. You're ruined, poor girl!

She laid a compassionate hand on my shoulder. I made her a pout of misunderstanding and then lodged the paper in my pocket. I had a pocket that closed in each of my trousers. Every time I had a shopping spree, I made sure to take jeans with at least one pocket that was closing. Every morning I took ten seconds to check if this pocket had no holes to let my precious and old leaf slip.

-We're going to be late in class, solemnly declared Amanda.

-Bof, anyway I'm already dead after exercising the rope climbing of Mr. Robinson.

Afraid of losing my good during gym class, I had previously placed the sheet in my locker, that's why Amanda and I were almost late in math class.

-You know, if you continue to be so antisocial, someday you'll get married with your piece of paper.

-It may be a piece of paper, but at least our love is reciprocal, I declared with honor.

-Sierra, look. She stopped immediately and beckoned me from the corner of the eye to look in a very precise direction.

-it's the most beautiful thing I've been able to see in my whole life, I say

I was adding:

-After my old piece of paper of course.

-It is certain. At least for me, he goes first, before your old pleated sheet, said Amanda.

She bit her lip from the bottom and almost drooled. Theodore was certainly the cutest boy the planet has ever known. A real marvel. His name being long and singular, everyone called him Theo, just like me sometimes called Amanda: Am. Yet everyone knew Theo's real name, but hardly anyone called him that. It was as if his name sounded so noble that only the bravest and most popular dared to pronounce it. 

I had already done my little research, his name was of French and Australian origin, but it came mostly from the Greek, the term "theos" which meant God. I had to say that Google was not wrong. Theo was a true God in my eyes.

He walked along the hallway, that bitch of Andrea standing on her muscular arm. This one had a big smug smile. She was popular, pretty and went out with Theo. She ruled and knew it. All the world turned on them, even a guy who a minute before had the only obsession of drinking his milkshake until the last drop, stopped drinking. Every day the same movie was repeated in a loop as soon as they passed through the hall. I would have bet anything they were even more famous than Brad and Angelina in our pretty little town. They would undoubtedly, still win the title of King and Prom Queen as each year Theo did. 

No matter the girl who accompanied him he won every time; Theo was not a prince, he was a God with a capital D. Andrea was his girlfriend for the moment, who only knew how long her reign was going to last. The fall would certainly be brutal. But I certainly wasn't going to complain about a girl like that, but to celebrate with vodka. Even if I didn't drink.

-Did you tidy up your paper? Blew Am without leaving the two celebrities of the look.

-Yes, yes.

The two approached until they reached our place. At this precise moment Andrea stared to smile in a bad way, an evil smirk, I knew then at that precise moment that it was going to go wrong. She jostled my friend and knocked on Am her coffee which I was sur was a decaffeinated. The drink squirted and spattered Amanda. A large puddle of coffee (decaffeinated for sure) stretched on the black T-shirt of Am, the poor zebra in his center looked desperate.

-Be careful where you put your feet, poor loser, exclaimed Andrea proud of herself.

-Oh and don't forget to vote for us, she added when leaving.

Then she exploded with a sadistic laughter that still resonated in the high school hallways after her majestic exit.

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