Health class seems to drag on forever. I click my pen twice. “8:42,” Destiny responds. Great, another 30 minutes before the bell rings. I never really understood why homeroom lasts 20 more minutes than other classes when homeroom is usually the most useless class on a person’s schedule. Well at least it’s not PE this year like last year.
”So class, remember your last test grade for this class will be a project. Ahh, the classic taking care of a life-like baby doll. Hopefully, you will learn how much of a responsibility raising a baby is,” Mr. Vilard concludes minutes before the bell is set to ring.
A few people groan at the mention of the project, but, I don’t know, it seems like it could be kind of fun, unlike the other assignments we have had for this class so far.
”Who do you want to be your partner for the project, Nessa?” Destiny asks curiously.
”I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it. Isn’t it still a few weeks away?” I reply.
”Yea I think so. You know what would be really ironic...” Destiny rambles but I know exactly what she is about to say.
”Destiny,” I say condescendingly, “you really need to take a step back and think about this. Luke is trying to be nice about this whole situation, and don’t you think being partnered with him would be a little... I don’t know, awkward?”
”Well, I don’t think we get to pick our partners anyway, so there’s no point in talking about it I guess.”
I know I have upset her now. I just don’t want her to get too attached and get her heart broken like last year. She likes Luke and he knows now, so he has all the power. He has shown no real signs of liking her back, and I hope she’s not reading too much into his offer to sit with us at lunch.
The bell rings, and Destiny helps me gather my stuff and walks me to my next class. This is the only class on my schedule that Destiny and I don’t share. I go to environmental science while she goes to chemistry. I would be in chemistry too, but the school made an exception for me because they did not think my “condition” would allow me to perform all of the chemistry labs safely. So now I get to listen to another lecture on climate change and pollution that is damaging the “beautiful and glorious earth” that unfortunately I will never get to fully see.
I try my best to drown out Mrs. Tate’s screechy voice. I wait until I hear her walk over to her desk on the other side of the room before I sneakily slip an AirPod into my ear opposite her. I definitely consider music one of my main forms of escape. I have always wanted to learn to play guitar, but my mother could never find a teacher willing to accept a blind student. After the third guitar teacher declined, I told my mom I would stick to singing, even though my voice is not very good. My mom’s voice on the other hand is that of an angel’s. She tells me I sound just as good as her, but I know she’s lying. I can just tell.
Before I know it, environmental is over. Destiny meets me in the hall as we walk to our English class. English is boring as always.
“Lunch time!!” Destiny says a little too enthusiastically as the bell rings.
“Destiny, please calm down. You act as if you have won the lottery, goodness,” I say half-jokingly.
”Stop being such a Negative Nessa,” she responds. I’m not even mad because that was pretty clever.
“Fine. I just don’t want you to get your hopes too high. It’s just one lunch, one day,” I say as we walk through the doors of the cafeteria.
“There he is,” she says dreamily, clearly ignoring what I had just finished saying.
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