I walk into homeroom. Mrs. Jasper’s sitting at her desk, smiling and watching the morning announcements. Half the class’s attention is on the announcer, my best friend Brandon, the rest speak amongst themselves. I look for my boyfriend’s familiar face in the four seats back in the third row, but he’s not there.
The moment I notice his absence my phone vibrates in my pocket. I fish it out and a little envelope sits happily on the screen. I tap the screen. The message opens:
SiSi, i kno that this is pretty shitty but i dont think we can see each other anymore. im in a different homeroom now.
I sit there, floored. Just speechless. My eyes flutter open and close until the world swirls around me and…
“Sithandra? Where you at?” Travis tapped my shoulder.
It took me a moment to get my bearings, but there I stood in front of my locker. It was 8:27 and homeroom began in less than five minutes. Travis, my boyfriend, stared at me looking just fine. No guilt. No remorse. I swear I don’t know what threw my hand across his cheek.
Like in movie slow-mo I saw his head twist to the side and smack against my locker door and...
"Excuse me?" The voice was distant, muffled; I snapped out of my daydream.
"Excuse me, Miss?" Distant, but more distinct. I glanced at the clock. Okay, he'd been on hold long enough. I adjusted my headset and adopted my work accent. "I am very sorry sir, but I am not finding any record of the transaction you are asking about. Please can you be giving me again your thirty-seven digit account number?"
Damn, I love this job.
Opening: Xiexie.....Continuation: Anon.