Promises Broken and Words Left Unspoken
Anger and Agony Are Better Than Misery?
Madi’s P.O.V
I woke up to music coming from my alarm clock. It was a mix CD of music I’d gotten from various indie bands from Chicago and New York in the last five years. I pushed myself up and took a shower while thinking of what a great day today was going to be. I walked out and pulled on a pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt. I brushed my hair and pulled it into a half pony tail before applying some eyeliner. I grabbed my bag and shoes, before heading to the kitchen. I put an Eggo waffle in the toaster and took the minute or two it took to cook, to tie my shoes. When it popped up a grabbed it and walked out the door with my backpack over my shoulder and the waffle in my hand.
It was a nice day out so I decided to walk as I munched on my waffle. I tucked a headphone in my ear before tucking my Discman in my backpack. I smiled as more of the music that woke me up, filled my head. On my way to school I bumped into a kid that didn’t look too much younger than me and, he apologized a couple of times. As I went to walk away, I finally seemed to recognize him. “Brent? Brent Haner?” he looked up and I flashed a small smile.
“Kaylee?” his face showed recognition and then he grinned. He spoke softly which surprised me. “I’m sorry,” I gave him a confused look as I tilted my head to the side. “For my brother’s stupidity. Here, call me later,” he told me handing me a piece of paper with two numbers. “First one is the house phone…and the second is my cell. Later Kaylee,” he grinned as I nodded and tucked the numbers into my pocket.
As soon as I walked onto the school campus, I looked up to see Amy. She and her friends were looking over at me. I watched her ask them something, Val shrugged and Zacky nodded and then she waved me over with a huge smile. I sighed as I made my way over. I’m really starting to hate being a girl who doesn’t blend into the walls. I walked over slowly as I pulled out my headphone and hit pause on my Discman. I smiled shyly as Amy spoke up. “Hey Madi.”
The rest of them mumbled greetings which Amy waved off. “Don’t mind them, they aren’t morning people,” I nodded as something around her neck caught my attention. It was a locket…as I took a closer look, I felt my blood run cold. How the hell could he do that to me? If he didn’t want it anymore there are so many other ways to get rid of it that are less hurtful. I felt my eyes cloud over with anger and agony.
“Cute locket,” I stated coldly before scanning the group for ‘Brian’. I now knew who they were and what Brent had been apologizing about. “I can’t believe I didn’t realize it sooner,” I dropped my bag and glared up at him…why the hell do I need to be so short? Oh well. “You gave away the locket,” I mumbled upset…finding it too hard to repeat louder. And then Amy just had to throw in her two cents.
“Why are you acting like this over a locket my boyfriend gave me?” she asked in a slightly jealous tone that made me want to roll my eyes. I glared at her harshly before replying.
“Because it wasn’t his to give away in the first place,” I could feel myself shaking in anger as I kept my fists clenched at my sides. Val spoke up next…and from what she said…she surely didn’t know that was my locket.
“Who are you to talk bitch?” I glared at her. She always was the one to stand up for everyone. I watched Brian roll his eyes at me and I came to a conclusion. He still doesn’t realize it’s me...none of them do.
“Why do you guys care?” I asked slightly defensively. I knew I looked how I felt which is hurt. But I managed to speak smoothly. “And maybe because I want my locket back.”
“Yeah like we buy that for a second,” Matt spoke up rolling his hazel eyes. I swear these guys roll their eyes more than a girl does. I glared up and could feel the tears threatening to fall. I never do well in these situations. Situations that upset me…always end badly for me, really badly.
Johnny spoke up next. “Wow that’s really low, you conceited whore,” Whore? Where the hell does he get off calling me that? And see now these are the kind of words the lead to bad things because they hurt…a lot. I growled at the stupid freshman.
“Watch it freshman,” my glare had made him take a step back, but Jimmy stepped forward and spoke up.
“Hey, no scaring our freshman, slut.”
I glared but this was beginning to get to me. I did what I always did when I was nervous or upset. I swallowed and looked down playing with my mom’s dog tags.
Brian spoke up and I felt my heart drop at his words. “You know nothing about our lives. Now get lost you stupid, ugly, fat bitch,” I felt tears finally spill down my cheeks. I wiped at my eyes and looked up to see him smirking before I ran away not able to deal with the pain from the situation. I hate when people see me cry…only Jake, my dad, Lea, and Tyler have really seen me cry within the past five years. The words Brian said…that all of them said…they cut deeply, and make me question why I liked him back in seventh grade or got that close to him as a best friend.
I continued running until I felt like I couldn’t breathe…which was bad considering I have asthma. I fell to my knees and wheezed as I cried. Which wasn’t helping things. “Miss are you alright?” I heard a voice ask. I looked up and shook my head no. And gave a weak smile when I recognized him. I would know that dark hair and piercing blue eyes anywhere. It was Tyler…my best friend from New York.
“Ty…ler,” I wheezed softly. He met my eyes and picked me up recognizing me as well.
“Where’s your inhaler?” he asked as he rubbed my back lightly…don’t ask me how he did it while he was holding me…but he did. “Shh, breathe in and breathe out,” he spoke soothingly.
“In my…bag…ba…back that way,” I tried to speak better and in complete sentences but couldn’t. “He gave…my locket away,” I stated as new tears came to my eyes.
“Shh, he’s an idiot. Don’t cry please. You’re losing more air that way,” he stated softly as I sniffled and nodded. He managed to run while carrying me, and after a couple minutes of his running and my wheezing we were back by the group. “Alright…shhh come on Miss Kaylee James,” he said using the name I let my friends call me. It was my middle name…when I was younger I liked it more than Madison. So I told everyone it was Kaylee. This explains why they looked shocked and why Brian froze. “Which pocket? Side pocket?” Ty put me down gently as he started to dig in my backpack. I coughed and wheezed as he finally found it. “Here ya go babe,” he stated with a soft smile.
I held it tightly before fumbling to get the cap off and inhaled it deeply. I sound like a druggie about their drugs but…if it felt like you were breathing through a really thin straw and could fix it with something…you would. I breathed in deeply after putting the inhaler down and turned to Tyler. “Thanks Ty. I can’t believe you moved here of all places,” I smiled before looking at Amy. “My locket. I’ll be taking it back now.”
I held my hand out to her and looked at Brian. “Look we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Tell your little girlfriend to give me my locket. And Amy if you check the inscription, you’ll see it says ‘to my dearest daughter, Madi,’” I stated in a low tone. “And if you need more proof I’m who I say I am…these are my mom’s dog tags,” I said sliding them off and handing them to Brian.
He looked down and read my mom’s name aloud. “Leanne Elizabeth James,” He looked up shocked as Zacky hugged me tight which brought a smile to my lips. I murmured in his ear.
“I missed you Zacky…your hugs are still some of the best,” I leaned up and kissed his cheek softly as he released me. He had nodded and smiled. I noticed Amy look at Brian with a ‘you have explaining to do later’ face on. “Oh don’t worry Amy. The only reason he didn’t realize sooner was I hated my first name when I was younger and went by Kaylee,” I stated as the group nodded. I turned to Tyler. “I keep my promise, and I get a slap in the face. And this is my friend Zacky. I’d introduce them,” I gestured to the rest of them before speaking up. “But I don’t consider them friends,” Ty nodded as I turned to Zacky. “You’re in all of my classes…wanna walk with me to class?” I smiled as he nodded.
I intertwined our fingers before waving to Ty and walking away with Zacky. We began a conversation on music. Which we both felt strongly about.
I woke up to music coming from my alarm clock. It was a mix CD of music I’d gotten from various indie bands from Chicago and New York in the last five years. I pushed myself up and took a shower while thinking of what a great day today was going to be. I walked out and pulled on a pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt. I brushed my hair and pulled it into a half pony tail before applying some eyeliner. I grabbed my bag and shoes, before heading to the kitchen. I put an Eggo waffle in the toaster and took the minute or two it took to cook, to tie my shoes. When it popped up a grabbed it and walked out the door with my backpack over my shoulder and the waffle in my hand.
It was a nice day out so I decided to walk as I munched on my waffle. I tucked a headphone in my ear before tucking my Discman in my backpack. I smiled as more of the music that woke me up, filled my head. On my way to school I bumped into a kid that didn’t look too much younger than me and, he apologized a couple of times. As I went to walk away, I finally seemed to recognize him. “Brent? Brent Haner?” he looked up and I flashed a small smile.
“Kaylee?” his face showed recognition and then he grinned. He spoke softly which surprised me. “I’m sorry,” I gave him a confused look as I tilted my head to the side. “For my brother’s stupidity. Here, call me later,” he told me handing me a piece of paper with two numbers. “First one is the house phone…and the second is my cell. Later Kaylee,” he grinned as I nodded and tucked the numbers into my pocket.
As soon as I walked onto the school campus, I looked up to see Amy. She and her friends were looking over at me. I watched her ask them something, Val shrugged and Zacky nodded and then she waved me over with a huge smile. I sighed as I made my way over. I’m really starting to hate being a girl who doesn’t blend into the walls. I walked over slowly as I pulled out my headphone and hit pause on my Discman. I smiled shyly as Amy spoke up. “Hey Madi.”
The rest of them mumbled greetings which Amy waved off. “Don’t mind them, they aren’t morning people,” I nodded as something around her neck caught my attention. It was a locket…as I took a closer look, I felt my blood run cold. How the hell could he do that to me? If he didn’t want it anymore there are so many other ways to get rid of it that are less hurtful. I felt my eyes cloud over with anger and agony.
“Cute locket,” I stated coldly before scanning the group for ‘Brian’. I now knew who they were and what Brent had been apologizing about. “I can’t believe I didn’t realize it sooner,” I dropped my bag and glared up at him…why the hell do I need to be so short? Oh well. “You gave away the locket,” I mumbled upset…finding it too hard to repeat louder. And then Amy just had to throw in her two cents.
“Why are you acting like this over a locket my boyfriend gave me?” she asked in a slightly jealous tone that made me want to roll my eyes. I glared at her harshly before replying.
“Because it wasn’t his to give away in the first place,” I could feel myself shaking in anger as I kept my fists clenched at my sides. Val spoke up next…and from what she said…she surely didn’t know that was my locket.
“Who are you to talk bitch?” I glared at her. She always was the one to stand up for everyone. I watched Brian roll his eyes at me and I came to a conclusion. He still doesn’t realize it’s me...none of them do.
“Why do you guys care?” I asked slightly defensively. I knew I looked how I felt which is hurt. But I managed to speak smoothly. “And maybe because I want my locket back.”
“Yeah like we buy that for a second,” Matt spoke up rolling his hazel eyes. I swear these guys roll their eyes more than a girl does. I glared up and could feel the tears threatening to fall. I never do well in these situations. Situations that upset me…always end badly for me, really badly.
Johnny spoke up next. “Wow that’s really low, you conceited whore,” Whore? Where the hell does he get off calling me that? And see now these are the kind of words the lead to bad things because they hurt…a lot. I growled at the stupid freshman.
“Watch it freshman,” my glare had made him take a step back, but Jimmy stepped forward and spoke up.
“Hey, no scaring our freshman, slut.”
I glared but this was beginning to get to me. I did what I always did when I was nervous or upset. I swallowed and looked down playing with my mom’s dog tags.
Brian spoke up and I felt my heart drop at his words. “You know nothing about our lives. Now get lost you stupid, ugly, fat bitch,” I felt tears finally spill down my cheeks. I wiped at my eyes and looked up to see him smirking before I ran away not able to deal with the pain from the situation. I hate when people see me cry…only Jake, my dad, Lea, and Tyler have really seen me cry within the past five years. The words Brian said…that all of them said…they cut deeply, and make me question why I liked him back in seventh grade or got that close to him as a best friend.
I continued running until I felt like I couldn’t breathe…which was bad considering I have asthma. I fell to my knees and wheezed as I cried. Which wasn’t helping things. “Miss are you alright?” I heard a voice ask. I looked up and shook my head no. And gave a weak smile when I recognized him. I would know that dark hair and piercing blue eyes anywhere. It was Tyler…my best friend from New York.
“Ty…ler,” I wheezed softly. He met my eyes and picked me up recognizing me as well.
“Where’s your inhaler?” he asked as he rubbed my back lightly…don’t ask me how he did it while he was holding me…but he did. “Shh, breathe in and breathe out,” he spoke soothingly.
“In my…bag…ba…back that way,” I tried to speak better and in complete sentences but couldn’t. “He gave…my locket away,” I stated as new tears came to my eyes.
“Shh, he’s an idiot. Don’t cry please. You’re losing more air that way,” he stated softly as I sniffled and nodded. He managed to run while carrying me, and after a couple minutes of his running and my wheezing we were back by the group. “Alright…shhh come on Miss Kaylee James,” he said using the name I let my friends call me. It was my middle name…when I was younger I liked it more than Madison. So I told everyone it was Kaylee. This explains why they looked shocked and why Brian froze. “Which pocket? Side pocket?” Ty put me down gently as he started to dig in my backpack. I coughed and wheezed as he finally found it. “Here ya go babe,” he stated with a soft smile.
I held it tightly before fumbling to get the cap off and inhaled it deeply. I sound like a druggie about their drugs but…if it felt like you were breathing through a really thin straw and could fix it with something…you would. I breathed in deeply after putting the inhaler down and turned to Tyler. “Thanks Ty. I can’t believe you moved here of all places,” I smiled before looking at Amy. “My locket. I’ll be taking it back now.”
I held my hand out to her and looked at Brian. “Look we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Tell your little girlfriend to give me my locket. And Amy if you check the inscription, you’ll see it says ‘to my dearest daughter, Madi,’” I stated in a low tone. “And if you need more proof I’m who I say I am…these are my mom’s dog tags,” I said sliding them off and handing them to Brian.
He looked down and read my mom’s name aloud. “Leanne Elizabeth James,” He looked up shocked as Zacky hugged me tight which brought a smile to my lips. I murmured in his ear.
“I missed you Zacky…your hugs are still some of the best,” I leaned up and kissed his cheek softly as he released me. He had nodded and smiled. I noticed Amy look at Brian with a ‘you have explaining to do later’ face on. “Oh don’t worry Amy. The only reason he didn’t realize sooner was I hated my first name when I was younger and went by Kaylee,” I stated as the group nodded. I turned to Tyler. “I keep my promise, and I get a slap in the face. And this is my friend Zacky. I’d introduce them,” I gestured to the rest of them before speaking up. “But I don’t consider them friends,” Ty nodded as I turned to Zacky. “You’re in all of my classes…wanna walk with me to class?” I smiled as he nodded.
I intertwined our fingers before waving to Ty and walking away with Zacky. We began a conversation on music. Which we both felt strongly about.
12/14/12