My Code Short Story

November 8, 2018 I remember it like it was yesterday. It was finally the day. It was the day my brother was leaving me for two years. I left school feeling like I was going to throw up. I kept myself together...barely. I have never been so happy to hear my name called over the intercom. When I heard the ding come through right before they called my name I knew it was for me. It scared me, it felt as if my heart was just pricked by a needle. I felt dizzy as I stood, as if I might fall over. My teacher said something to me but I didn't catch it. I was to busy trying to stay on my two feet. Everything was a blur. I walk to my locker passing several people in the halls saying hi to me and I had to respond as if nothing was wrong. As if I didn't want to just fall to the floor and never move again. I get to my locker hands as shaky as ever. I think to myself, what is my code, what is my code? I remember slowly I move the lock on my locker. For-for-f-forty, f-f-orty-y-five, t-t-went-ty, I open my locker slower than ever before. I open it and the smell of mint gum overflows me as I grab my strippedblack and white backpack from the left hook where it always is. I don't remember it being as heavy as it was that day. I almost thought I was going to drop it from all of that unexpected weight. The sad thing is is that there was no extra weight, my bag wasn't heavier, I was just weak. My arms felt numb and

I smile trying to forget about why I’m crying. Don't cry, I tell myself. I'm in school, I've never done this before. I hurry out of the building faster than ever before, trying to avoid anyone seeing me. I walk and walk and walk and finally, I'm in the car. I feel free. I kept crying but I was free from the judgmental eyes of my peers. I breath in and out, in and out to calm myself down, I’m better. Well I’m not crying at least.
My dad moved, slow as a sloth it felt like but when he finally got in the truck he says to me, “are you