Amber199Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0QspNdCZzs
It’s unusual to hear about a popular boy attempting to commit suicide. Those are the stories you hear about on the television, not while randomly passing a group of gossiping girls mentioning how surprised they were that he would try to kill himself.
I wanted peace that morning, to just walk sluggishly into school and head to my first period like I did every Monday morning. However, I was greeted by a bunch of upperclassmen whispering to each other. Spreading rumors and secrets like any other day, except it seemed more extreme than usual. Even kids who normally kept to themselves were listening closely to the rumor of the day.
“Pss, Amber.” I heard my name whispered just as I made it to the classroom door.
It was Janet, the only person who never seemed afraid to talk to me. She also never seemed afraid to talk about me. Yes, even I occasionally heard gossip about myself.
“What’s up?” I questioned, yawning to let her know I wasn’t really in the cheery mood for whatever drama was going on.
“It’s about Trevor, girl! Apparently, he tried to kill himself this weekend.”
Instantly, a small lump formed in the back of my throat. There was no way. Absolutely no way!
“Trevor McMillan?” I tried my hardest to keep my voice steady. Janet was suspicious of my crush on him. The last thing I needed was for her to run her mouth and tell the entire school. Oh, the Black girl has a crush. Yes, the only Black girl in the school.
“Yesssss,” She sang, throwing her head back. “Surprising, right!? I mean, I would have never expected this from him. He freakin’ ran this school single handedly just by his looks.”
Placing my hand over my widening mouth, I gave a fake yawn. “Oh, yeah.” I was great at pretending I didn’t care. “That’s sad but I think you should head to your class. The truancy officer did say you couldn’t be late again or you have Friday school, remember?”
Janet’s mouth fell open. “Oh, shit! You’re right. I’ll talk to you later, girl. If you find out anymore info about Trevor, come to me first!”
Yes, Janet. Of course you would want to be the one who hears it first. The queen of trying to be the queen.
Finally, I was able to enter the classroom in peace. My usual seat against the window was open. It was close to the teacher’s desk but I didn’t mind. It just meant I wouldn’t have to see all those judging faces behind me.
“Suicide…” I murmured to myself as I tossed my backpack on the desk and sat in the chair. “What were you thinking?”199Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmIBfwbL8kC
