The Electron and Proton

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Today is officially the first day of being a senior and I am so excited and so ready to take on this new chapter in my life of being a teenager at the peak of high school, NOT. I try to compose myself as negative thoughts cloud my mind. Ever since I was a kid I really didn’t like change but at the same time I hate being stuck at the same place. I don’t understand myself sometimes. 15 minutes from now, I will be facing a whole new world full of different faces in familiar places, strangers that I’ve known all my life but never really knew them and some I will be seeing for the first time. I know it’s the same high school I have been going to for the past 3 years but senior year is just so overwhelming that it seems like I’m going to be walking into a new world. I try to calm myself and get my phone out of my pocket, plugged my earphones in. When I struggle to find the words to describe what I’m feeling, I turn to music. It turns the tangled, chaotic thoughts and emotions spiraling in my mind into this lovely harmonious melody. 2 minutes into the song, I start to drift away into daydream land until I hear shouting. Is that my name? Is someone shouting at me? I open my eyes and I see a boy with a personality of a golden retriever. He jogs towards me. “HEEYYY!” The boy that ate sunshine for breakfast said. “Adam, please it’s still too early and the caffeine hasn’t kicked in yet. Contain yourself,” He sits down beside me. “It’s the first day V, how can you not be excited?” I stare at him in disbelief. “Do you even know me? Are you even my best friend?” Of course, he happens to think and feel the opposite. We were practically forced to be each other’s best friend because both of our mothers are best friends. Both of our houses were adjacent to one another so, there was really no avoiding it. It doesn’t make sense why we’re best friends though, we contrast each other. If I was an electron, he would be a proton. “I was hoping you had a change of heart.” He grins. I cover my eyes. “Did you have the sun for breakfast? You’re smile is extra bright today, ugh.” “No, I did not although my dad made me my favorite for breakfast,” “Cinnabons,” We said in unison. “I love his cinnabons! Did you bring some for me?,” I say excitedly. “Indeed I did, miss V. In hopes that this might scare away the dark clouds above your head.” He points at my head and tries to shake off the imaginary clouds. “Well, it might not be enough to scare away the nimbus clouds that is above my head but it might just form a rainbow with a pot of gold at the end,” I say to him. “Oh nice! That rhymed!” Adam exclaimed. “It did! I didn't even try for it to rhyme.” I chuckled. “Well, I do hope that these bad boys will be able to form a rainbow in your stormy clouds today.” He said cheerfully. “Thanks, Dum Dum! This is going to be my dessert for lunch,” I said happily. I then asked him, “Why are you even this excited for senior year? I don't get the hype.” He looks at me the same way I looked at him when he asked me if I was excited. “Do you even know me? Are you even my best friend?,” he said the words I said 5 minutes ago back to me. “Just answer it.” I replied. “It is because today is the first day of being a senior, think about the parties, the pep rallies and prom,” He said, nudging my shoulders. “Really, prom?” I said, unimpressed. “You know, you are the only girl that I know who isn’t excited for prom,” “Well, I just don’t think I’ll have fun like how you would have fun on prom,” I replied. “There you are again! Getting ahead of yourself and concluding things when you haven’t even tried it yet!” He stretches his arms out and puts it behind his head then says “Come on V, maybe this year won’t be as bad as the other past years. Besides, this is our last year, make it count,” He nudges my shoulder again and I just nod at him and said “Yeah, right,” He looks at me very intently and says “Who knows? Maybe you’re going to have a big plot twist this year.” He winks. I laugh and say “Are you psychic now? How do you know that?” I put out my two hands in front of him like how one would be doing when they are getting their palms read by a fortune teller. He swats my hand away and retorts “Haha very funny.” I laugh and offered the other earphone to him, but he declines it and instead says “I just can feel it!” He stands up and holds my shoulders and says “Veronica Meyers don’t be such a pessimist!” He shakes me back and forth as if doing that will magically apply his words to me. I pulled back his arm away and say “If I’m not going to be a pessimist then the harmony and balance of this friendship will be ticked off.” I face him “You are the optimist. The reason this friendship of ours is still alive is because we balance each other out. Let us try to keep it that way, all right?” I smile to him. He sighs and says “Fine, but you know it wouldn’t kill you to try being a little more positive and not to look so gloomy all the time.” I just rolled my eyes in response. The bus came and even then I can already feel the jitters. We stood up and boarded the bus to fresh hell.
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