doesn’t.
“That’s it. That’s your whole story?”
“Not really much to tell. Megan and Angie are my two best friends. We’ve been friends since elementary school. No boyfriend right now. The boys in this school are pretty pathetic. Money is all that’s important to them. My family has money but not as much as some.”
“Why is money so important to them?”
“They come from money. Everyone in this school does for the most part. They redrew the lines for the districts a few years ago. Where they put the line separates the nicer parts of town from downtown and the more rural areas. Most of the ‘prominent’ families are in our school district.” Libby’s use of finger quotations and the roll of her eyes tells me that money doesn’t matter to her at all.
“Well, I don’t have money, my family does. I can’t access anything until I’m eighteen, and I’m not sure I even want to then. There would have to be a really good reason for me to touch that money.”
“Aside from buying the car I wanted, I’m saving all my money for college. I want to do something fun with whatever is left, like travel for a year or something after I graduate.”
I close my locker as the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. “I’m gonna head to class. I’ll catch you later.”
“Sounds good. I have a class over at the community college this afternoon, so I’ll meet you in the parking lot and drag your ass in again tomorrow morning.” She smirks at me, attempting not to laugh at her own joke.
“That’s not how I remember it happening,” I say as I let out a little giggle. It feels good to laugh. “I won’t be here in the morning. Class at the college. I’ll meet you for lunch, though.”
Libby nods in acceptance and walks away. I make my way to class with a smile on my face. I’m going to like it here I think. People are going to stare at me for a while, but I’ll get used to it. Libby is like a shining star on the darkest of nights. I’m not sure I would have survived today if it hadn’t been for her this morning.
The college parking lot is packed when I arrive. By the time I find a spot, I have to run to make it to class on time. Grant’s smiling face is the first thing I see as I cross the threshold of the classroom. Then I notice the desk next to him. It’s occupied by a backpack that’s quickly removed so that I can take a seat.
“Good morning,” he says as I plop down in the chair. “I thought you were going to save a seat for me, not the other way around.”
“That was the plan, but the parking lot was a little crazy.” I grab my book and set it on the desk before looking over at him. He’s still smiling at me. “Thanks for saving a seat for me. It looks like this class is going to be packed.” I gesture to the people filing in the door, followed closely by a man who heads to the front of the room, places a stack of papers on the podium, and drops his bag in the corner.
The professor starts by handing out a syllabus and two assignments. I’m definitely not in high school anymore if I’m getting homework on the first day of class. He keeps everyone’s attention the entire hour and then dismisses us, walking out of the classroom before anyone else.
“Well, that was intense,” I say to Grant as I pack up my untouched book.
“He wasn’t that bad. I’ve heard he’s a pretty good professor, just not very personal.”
“I’d have to agree with that statement. He’s not personal at all. I was hoping for a little clarification on the essay he wants us to write for next time we meet.”
“It sounds pretty simple to me. Five hundred words all about you. I get to listen to you tell me everything I don’t already know.” Grant is attempting to be funny but there’s something else in his voice that I catch as well. I can’t put my finger on what it is, though.
“I’m not as interesting as you make me sound. Plus, you know more about me than I know about you at this point.”
“That’s it. That’s your whole story?”
“Not really much to tell. Megan and Angie are my two best friends. We’ve been friends since elementary school. No boyfriend right now. The boys in this school are pretty pathetic. Money is all that’s important to them. My family has money but not as much as some.”
“Why is money so important to them?”
“They come from money. Everyone in this school does for the most part. They redrew the lines for the districts a few years ago. Where they put the line separates the nicer parts of town from downtown and the more rural areas. Most of the ‘prominent’ families are in our school district.” Libby’s use of finger quotations and the roll of her eyes tells me that money doesn’t matter to her at all.
“Well, I don’t have money, my family does. I can’t access anything until I’m eighteen, and I’m not sure I even want to then. There would have to be a really good reason for me to touch that money.”
“Aside from buying the car I wanted, I’m saving all my money for college. I want to do something fun with whatever is left, like travel for a year or something after I graduate.”
I close my locker as the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. “I’m gonna head to class. I’ll catch you later.”
“Sounds good. I have a class over at the community college this afternoon, so I’ll meet you in the parking lot and drag your ass in again tomorrow morning.” She smirks at me, attempting not to laugh at her own joke.
“That’s not how I remember it happening,” I say as I let out a little giggle. It feels good to laugh. “I won’t be here in the morning. Class at the college. I’ll meet you for lunch, though.”
Libby nods in acceptance and walks away. I make my way to class with a smile on my face. I’m going to like it here I think. People are going to stare at me for a while, but I’ll get used to it. Libby is like a shining star on the darkest of nights. I’m not sure I would have survived today if it hadn’t been for her this morning.
The college parking lot is packed when I arrive. By the time I find a spot, I have to run to make it to class on time. Grant’s smiling face is the first thing I see as I cross the threshold of the classroom. Then I notice the desk next to him. It’s occupied by a backpack that’s quickly removed so that I can take a seat.
“Good morning,” he says as I plop down in the chair. “I thought you were going to save a seat for me, not the other way around.”
“That was the plan, but the parking lot was a little crazy.” I grab my book and set it on the desk before looking over at him. He’s still smiling at me. “Thanks for saving a seat for me. It looks like this class is going to be packed.” I gesture to the people filing in the door, followed closely by a man who heads to the front of the room, places a stack of papers on the podium, and drops his bag in the corner.
The professor starts by handing out a syllabus and two assignments. I’m definitely not in high school anymore if I’m getting homework on the first day of class. He keeps everyone’s attention the entire hour and then dismisses us, walking out of the classroom before anyone else.
“Well, that was intense,” I say to Grant as I pack up my untouched book.
“He wasn’t that bad. I’ve heard he’s a pretty good professor, just not very personal.”
“I’d have to agree with that statement. He’s not personal at all. I was hoping for a little clarification on the essay he wants us to write for next time we meet.”
“It sounds pretty simple to me. Five hundred words all about you. I get to listen to you tell me everything I don’t already know.” Grant is attempting to be funny but there’s something else in his voice that I catch as well. I can’t put my finger on what it is, though.
“I’m not as interesting as you make me sound. Plus, you know more about me than I know about you at this point.”
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