Getting to Nirvana {editing}

Chapter 15

"There has to be evil so that good can prove its purity above it."- Buddha

Chapter 15

Zephyr

My heart beats erratically in my chest, and my palms get sweaty as my dad pulls up to my new school. I wipe my hands on my pants and scoff as I survey my outfit. I'm wearing some cute skinny jeans that hug my curves and a pretty white blouse that makes my chest seem bigger than it actually is, and gives me some cleavage. I look totally cute but it's definitely not right for the occasion.

I'm not going to this new school to be social and pretty I'm going to this new school because I'm pregnant. Tears spring to my eyes as I realize that in a couple of weeks I won't even be able to wear this stuff. I'm constantly reminded of my expanding stomach. Why did I wear this outfit? I groan in frustration as I bang my head on the window.

"We're here." My dad announces trying to sound cheerful, but it just comes out even more pathetic and sad. I pick at my rose colored nail polish, and I don't respond.

"Zephyr come on its time to go."

A tear slips down my cheek at his words. I don't want to go. I'm not ready to leave everything I know and love for this school. I think back to my friends Allison and Imani who will wake up the next day and go to school and continue on with their lives without me.

Soon they'll find new best friends. Soon they'll have boyfriends, Imani already has one every week, and they'll have parties and places to go, soon they'll forget to text me, forget to call, and then they'll stop altogether. I'll just be a faded memory of a happy time long ago. They'll go to prom and graduate and have the best senior year ever and I'll be stuck at this school pregnant and miserable. That thought leaves a sinking feeling in my stomach.

I lost the free feeling I got on my last day at my old school, and now it's replaced with a melancholy heart. But I still smile when I think about how Zack looked covered in food. I regret not taking a picture.

My dad sighs tiredly and gets out the car. He pops open the trunk and gets my luggage out. I feel bad letting him do that knowing that he's probably extremely tired from the long drive here, and I slept the whole time and didn't offer to drive once, but I stay rooted to the spot, trying to delay the inevitable as long as possible.

My dad taps on the window. "Zephyr. Get out the car now." He gives me a stern look and I sigh as I unbuckle my seat belt and slowly get out. Instantly I wish I could go back in. Without the comfort of that old ford car that I basically grew up in, I feel cold, even though it's probably 90 degrees outside, and vulnerable. A chapter of my life that I didn't even know was coming to an end closes.

I stare up at the brick school that looks more like a prison to me except without a wire fence. I read the sign on the front of the school. Hearts Academy. The name of the school starkly contradicts how the school actually looks. I let out a bitter laugh. "Hearts Academy? Who named this school? They deserve an award for their originality." I joke lamely.

My dad doesn't say anything. Just hands me one of my suitcases. "Let's get you checked in and to your room shall we?"

We enter the school and I take in a sharp breath as the cold air hits me. Is it really necessary to have the AC blowing at full speed? Instantly I regret not wearing a jacket.

Heart looks like any school would. It has hallways with doors that I'm guessing leads to classrooms and lockers line the wall. Not much different then my old school. Except the lockers here are pink. Which is cute. I guess. We locate the front office and an old woman with curly grey hair and deep wrinkles sits behind the counter.