• More Stuff Of Mine

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    When Beka got to school, she was way before the bell. She was guessing it was because she ran the whole way from Mr. Jay’s yard. As soon as she was in the front gates, Zoie ran straight up to her and hugged her real tight.
    “You’re here early. Why?” she asked. She always gets to school at like seven o’clock.
    Beka didn’t have the guts to say that she was running away from something that she wasn’t even sure was actually there. She didn’t see the face, but she knew something was there. Beka, still puffed, simply said, “Mum left early this morning.”

    The day passed without delay. It seemed that the five or so hours Beka spent in a classroom that day felt like two. She was jumpy all day and never really stopped to think about the corn field, so she kept herself really busy. Even at lunch when her best friends were talking about the huge party that was happening that night, Beka couldn’t bring herself to sit still and listen to what they were saying. Her body was telling her to rest, as it was too tired. But her mind continued to rant No! Keep moving. Don’t think about it. Just move.

    By the end of the day, Beka was almost too tired to walk over to Ryan’s house, which was only about 500 meters in the opposite direction from the school, than hers. But, feeling her legs ache and her muscles week, she walked along the long pathway towards Ryan’s place. Ryan was walking beside her and she knew that he could sense something was bothering her. It was only a matter of time until…
    “Beka, are you okay?”
    And there is was. One of the questions anyone could ask that she hated. She hated trying to explain things that scared her. She wished she was more like Zoie. Zoie was fearless and had attitude. Ever since preschool, Zoie had that I-don’t-care-what-you-think attitude. Where as Beka was always wandering what was going through other peoples heads.

    “I’m fine,” she said at last. When her mother would ask her how school was at the end of the day, Beka would always say ‘fine’. It was enough of an answer to stop any further questions from her mother. However, that was never the case with Ryan.
    “No you’re not. Something is up. You’ve been avoiding me all day, and Zoie. She is as worried as I am about you.”
    He put his arm around my shoulders and let it rest there. His arm forced me to walk closer beside him. I put my arm around his back and slowed my walking speed. He felt the change of pace and kept with me.
    “Ryan. Nothing is really wrong. I’m just…” think Beka think… “I’m just worried about going to Egypt that’s all. I don’t want to go this year.”
    This surprised Ryan. I could feel his body jerk from nudging his head backwards, bewildered.
    “Oh,” he said. It was obviously not the answer he was expecting. He hugs me tighter to his chest, and I willingly went limp. “You’ll have fun at your dad’s place. You always do.”
    I didn’t want to talk about this anymore. I did enjoy spending time with my dad. It was stupid of me to say that as an excuse for my silly fears.
    “Yeah, you’re right.”
    I left it at that.

    When we got to Ryan’s house, we got a drink and made ourselves a sandwich. His house was always packed with food. His father is the manager at Woolworths, one of the closest grocery outlets. He got food at a low price and would always have the chance to buy groceries after work. Ryan and I sat on the couch and turned to television on. There wasn’t really anything on the channels, so Ryan and I just say there talking about things, mostly the party tonight. I didn’t feel in the mood for a party, but Zoie had bought me a dress and shoes and everything for it, so I owe it to her to go. Ryan didn’t feel like going wither, however he was going to go, for my sake.