Free Torn Souls by crystal Cattabriga Page B

from and why you moved to New York,” he said sounding like my story was going to be fascinating.
     
    I wanted to run out of the class. It was bad enough that I was starting in the middle of a school year, but to have me stand in front of all the students and talk was humiliating. I already hated Mr. Walker. Staring out into the class, I could tell by the look on everyone’s face that they could care less what I had to say. At one point, I heard some girls that were sitting in the front sigh heavily as to say “ Really ? We could care less, Mr. Walker .”
     
    I was thrilled when the bell rang. Instead of rushing out of the room though, I waited until everyone was out. There was no way I want to fall or be pushed again. After surviving my third period class it was time for lunch. Alex was just putting his books in his locker when I met up with him.
     
    “Wow, you’re fast. You already went to your locker,” he asked.
     
    “Crap, I forgot to ask Ms. Crane for a lock. I think somewhere on one of my papers it has the locker number,” I said sounding more like an idiot.
     
    “No problem, we’ll swing by there when we finish eating lunch,” Alex said as he pointed in the direction of the cafeteria.
     
    During lunch Alex didn’t pry too much into my personal life which was nice. Instead we talked about things we liked. We both enjoyed pretty much the same kind of music and neither one of us liked watching sport or playing them. While getting to know a little bit about Alex, I realized that he was pretty cool and uniquely different than most guys I knew.
     
    Once Alex and I finished our lunch we headed over to Ms. Crane’s office so I could get myself a lock. The bell was going to ring any minute and I didn’t need to be late for my next class. Just as I was about to thank Alex for going with me to get a lock he turned toward me and grabbed my hand. I wasn’t sure what he wanted with my hand, so without thinking, I pulled it from him.
     
    “What are you doing?” I asked sounding a little freaked out.
     
    “Julia, I was just going to write my number on your hand in case later on tonight you wanted to give me a call, that’s all I swear,” he said sounding really sincere and a little embarrassed.
     
    God, I felt like a complete idiot. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know what to say. Instead, I just stuck my hand out and smiled a little.
     
    As we parted ways in the opposite direction, Alex turned back looking over his shoulder and said while biting the inside of his lip, “I probably won’t see you until tomorrow, Julia, so maybe you’ll call me?”
     
    Before I had the chance to answer him, the bell rang and he said, “Sorry, got to go. Don’t want to be late for class.”
     
    “Crap, class,”  I said to myself as I ran down the hall, making it just in the nick of time. Chemistry was the last class I had before school was over. I was seated with a girl who kept staring at me like I had come from a different planet. The teacher had called on her to answer a question, so I knew her name was Bridget and for some reason I was getting a vibe like she didn’t like me.
     
    Not sure of what reason she’d have not to like me. I just tried not paying much attention to her. However, she was still making me feel uncomfortable and I couldn’t wait for the bell to ring. As soon as the class ended, I hurried out this time and I didn’t have to worry about being pushed out of the way because my seat was actually closest to the door. After putting the books I didn’t need into my locker, I headed outside to wait for my dad.
     
    I noticed a lot of kids getting in their own cars and driving off. I couldn’t wait to have my own car. It’d be so nice not having to ride a bus or wait for one of my parents to show up. Pacing back and forth, I waited for Dad, but he hadn’t shown up yet, so I decided to go sit on the bench that was on the side of the school. While waiting patiently, I felt my