Sometimes you just have to let loose
Ride This Feeling
Bad Things Happen to Good People
‘Kayla! Where are you going after school today?’ Ben asked, blushing.
‘What’s it to you?’ I snapped back.
‘Well I was just wondering—’ Ben started, but I cut him off.
‘Look, just go away! Can’t you read the vibes?’ I said angrily.
‘Look, what’s up? You’re obviously in a bad mood, and but I might be able to help you!’
My face softened. ‘Can I come over to your house?’ I asked politely.
‘I’ll ask.’ Ben drew his phone out of his pocket. ‘Sure, of course!’
‘Thanks.’ I said.
At Ben’s house, I went and sat under the old cedar at the bottom of the garden. I curled up and sobbed. When I finally calmed down, he spoke to me softly.
‘What’s wrong?’
‘It’s just… well, my parents separated, and Mum has a boyfriend. She’s getting married to him in a couple of weeks, but he’s absolutely horrible to me! I hate him!’
Ben said, shocked at what he was hearing. ‘That’s terrible!’
‘The worst part is Mum’s pregnant with a little girl, and we’re going to move to Australia when she’s born.’
My alarm beeped at me and I rolled over lazily. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and swayed over to my walk in robe.
I picked a loose pair of denim jeans, a white patterned blouse, and pulled on some black boots. I pulled my hair into a loose topknot and shuffled into the bathroom to do my makeup.
I chose a pale shade of red lipstick, applied a layer of silver and green eyeshadow, and dapped some mascara over my thick lashes. I scrubbed my hands, and grabbed my bag off my hook. I checked that I still had some extra tampons in the pockets, and lumbered through to the kitchen.
My lunch money was sitting on the bench. I stuffed it into my wallet and ran back through to my room to get my phone, laptop and homework.
I realised it was ten past seven, and it took fifteen minutes to get to school. I pulled my coat on and raced out the door.
I thundered down the street to Ellie’s house, and banged on the door impatiently. She threw open the door, and then we continued to run down the street towards the school. Desmond College was already buzzing with activity, despite it being twenty-six past seven, on a November morning.
I pushed the door open and let the warmth of the corridor wash over me. I ambled over to my locker, and put my coat away.
‘Hey, Ellie, lets get brekky in the cafeteria, and we can warm up and go to our lessons.’ I suggested, shivering.
‘Yeah, good idea!’ Ellie replied in a monotone, her teeth chattering.
We strolled off in the direction of the cafeteria, our arms folded, trying to keep warm.
‘Ahh, that’s better!’ Ellie said, her face flushed.
The bell rung and we hurried off to our classes, splitting two ways.
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