Today’s WIP Wednesday comes Senior Year Sonata
Snippet of CH 2- Charlotte’s Memory of Luke
Jessica and Charlotte made their way towards the senior lockers. The whole senior class stood in the hallway chatting. Charlotte’s stomach clenched, but she walked with her chin up, shoulders back, and straightened her posture with each step. If she acted perfect, there would be nothing for anyone to laugh at. The royal court might leave her alone.
“I’ve got to talk to my counselor about my schedule. I’ll see you in Spanish.” Jessica waved to Charlotte and turned towards the front office with a skip. Charlotte longed for the type of confidence that Jessica exuded. It helped that Jessica was tall, athletic, with blonde hair that floated around her. She could fit in with the popular crowd if she wanted. Charlotte’s short legs and short brown hair were the opposite of everything beautiful at her school. Add her pasty white skin that never tanned, and glasses that slid down her nose and she was a regular ugly duckling.
Charlotte didn’t know if she could continue without Jessica by her side. Memories of another first day of school, ninth grade, turned her blood cold.
“You’re just not, you know, cool enough. You’re a little weird. And you think that playing the piano is cool.” Luke spoke too loud. People stopped to listen. His new friends stood near him like his back-up. Their glances were full of disgust. At her? Why? She could hear the failed attempts to cover laughter from the students around them. The whole ninth grade seemed to be watching them.
She couldn’t understand what Luke was doing. “What does that mean? I was cool enough last week when we tried filming our own Indiana Jones scene. I was cool enough when we played Just Dance at my house all night long. And you’ve never complained about my piano before.” One of Luke’s new friends make a choking sound. Or a laugh, maybe?
“Just stop.” Luke looked around the hall. “Don’t make the rest of the school feel sorry for you like I do.” His face looked pink. She knew he was lying. He had fun doing those things. They were his ideas. Why was he lying about them? Panic started rising in her chest. He was really saying this right now. Not as a joke. “I’m part of a team now. A football team. I’m actually pretty good. Coach loves me. And I get to hang out with my brothers.”
“Football isn’t your life, Luke. It’s just a game.” She felt light-headed, like she wasn’t getting enough air. Was he saying they couldn’t be friends anymore? Because she liked the same things he…used to like? And because she played piano? Was he saying he hated the things that were essentially her? She was definitely suffocating. Or maybe her broken heart was causing internal bleeding and she was drowning. She felt like she was on one side of a line and Luke, with the entire ninth grade stood on the other side, pointing and laughing at her.
She could still remember the look on his face before he turned and walked away from her, leaving that look to be the last memory she had with him.