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The Trip

Posted: May 2, 2015 in blog, short stories, Uncategorized
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It was going into April, nearing the end of 6th grade. Next year, off to Junior High. L was not looking forward to it. But there were a few months left and she was going to try and enjoy it. Now being a 6th grader meant one thing. A trip to Washington D.C., the Nations Capitol. L had done her share of fundraising so the cost to go was pretty much free. The teachers were making the reservations and setting up who were going to be in what room. There could be 4 people to a room, and if you didn’t have 4, she would put people with you. L didn’t worry. She had 3 other friends in the class and they were all set. They couldn’t wait to go. As the days went on though, her best friend, K, started talking to another girl in the class. They were getting to be good friends. It was one girl that she didn’t really care for one way or another, so L tried not to let it get to her.

One Sunday, L was at home and the phone rang. It was for her. It was the girl that her friend K, was starting to hang out with. She said that K and the rest of the girls were talking and they decided that L wasn’t any fun. They didn’t want her in the room on their big trip. They wanted her instead. L asked why didn’t K tell her this. The girl said that she didn’t want to hurt her feelings. L broke out into tears, and hung up. She ran to her mom, trying to tell her what happened, but she was crying too hard. She finally got the words out and her mom felt so sorry for her. She knew something was wrong though. K wouldn’t do this to her. They were too close of friends. A few minutes later, the phone rang again. L’s mom went to answer this time.

It was K. She started out apologizing. She said that the girl just called her and told her what she had done. “So you didn’t know about this?” L sobbed while trying to speak. “No, I didn’t.” “We don’t want her, you are my friend.” This made L feel so much better. The tears tapered off and they hung up soon after. She told her mom what K said. Her mom told her that she needed to inform the teacher the next day about this whole thing. L just wanted to forget about it. From past experience, she knew that telling the teacher wasn’t what it was cracked up to be.

The next morning, L went on to school. She was always the first one there, her mom dropped her off on her way to work. The teacher asked her to come on up to the room and help her hang up some things on the board. L was happy to help. Anything was better then sitting in the hallway by yourself. L was asked to staple some papers up on the board. Not much talking was going on, but L felt comfortable. She wanted to blurt out what happened the day before. She just didn’t know how to bring it up. She looked at the clock and it was nearing the 1st bell. She knew she wouldn’t get another chance. She took a deep breath and it all poured out. The teacher couldn’t believe that someone could do that. She was trying not to get emotional, she didn’t want the teacher to see her cry. She told L that it was going to be ok. She would “handle it.” Ugh, L had heard those words before, but atleast she could tell her mom that she did tell the teacher all about it.

Class began and the first lessons of the day went by pretty smoothly. The time was quickly approaching first break. The teacher brought up the subject of going to D.C. L  had forgot about earlier. Her friends were there and everything seemed ok. Before the teacher excused them for break, she told the class, “And there will be no changing of rooms. Who ever you signed up with, you are in that room.” L didn’t hear much after that. Her face felt hot. She knew it was bright red. The teacher, although not the way L thought, did handle it. L was praying that the girl wouldn’t turn around and look at her. She would surely know that she told on her. When the teacher was through talking and no one was pointing fingers, L sighed. And then she smiled.

 

It was nearing the end of the school year, and everyone was excited about the field trip that was going to take place later in the week. Everyone except for L. She didn’t know how to roller skate and going to the roller rink with every kid in her class was not the funnest thing she could think of. She could have just skipped it, but she didn’t want to be left out. She told a couple of her friends that she didn’t know how to roller skate, they told her it would be ok. They would help her out. This made L feel much better about the whole thing.

On the morning of, her mom gave her 20 dollars, for food or a snack, since they were going to be there most of the afternoon. When they arrived at the rink, all the kids lined up, eager to get their skates. When it was L’s turn, she told the guy behind the counter what size she needed. She traded in her tennis shoes for a pair of ugly brown shoes with rollers on the bottom. They were way heavier then she thought they would be. She found a bench and was rushing to put them on, because all her friends were out on the rink all ready.

She waved at one, but they didn’t see her. She held onto the rail and ventured out on the hard floor. She did well, keeping her balance, but wouldn’t let go of that bar. Luckily it went all the way around. She worked and worked and made it half way. Not one time did one of her friends come to help or just hang out. Everyone past her with great ease and assurance. How could she be the only one that did not know how to skate? She made it all the way around and went to sit down. This was going to be a long afternoon.

One of the girls that she wasn’t friends with came over and started talking to her. L thought this was nice, finally, someone noticed that she was sitting by herself. They talked for a few minutes and L told the girl that she had some money for food and drinks if she would like to join her. The girl said yes. Then she told her to go find a table and she would be back with some food. L agreed and went to sit at a table in the food court. The girl had been gone for several minutes, but there was a line. L didn’t really take notice and was watching everyone have fun going round and round.

When L finally realized the girl hadn’t returned she started looking for her. She wasn’t in line anymore, so where could she be? Then she noticed that she was sitting with some people, at a table clear on the other side of the food court. L was confused. Did she forget about her? Did she just get suckered out of 20 bucks? L was very shy and did not want to confront the girl in front of everyone. She took off her skates and walked over to where the teachers were sitting. She told her teacher what had happened. Expecting her to get up and go get her money from her, all she said was, “I’ll handle it.” That was good for L, so she walked away and went and traded in her skates for her tennis shoes. All she could do now was watch the clock.

All afternoon, everyone had fun. Everyone laughed and played. L sat in loneliness. She should have stayed home after all.