When Time Passed Us By

Rebecca Jones

Chapter One

It was our first day of school. Like most people, I was excited, confused, and completely terrified. So I decided, with my best friends Allie and Emily, to wait in the front of the building, so that all three of us could enter together. I was there first, of course, standing there like and idiot, watching the people pass by. Kenny stopped when he saw me, and a grin spread over both of our faces as we hugged. "God Rachel, I haven't seen you since. when was the last time I saw you?"

"Graduation." He laughed. He'd been gone all summer, something Emily, Allie, and I had never forgiven him for. He was a psychotic mess, but we loved him all the same. I'd dated him for three months before I'd given up on him and we broke up. I felt slightly more comfortable standing there and talking to him than I had before, and I was able to put myself back in the mindset of grade school: confident, cheerful, reckless, and completely comfortable. It helped a lot, too, when I found the World History and room and sat down, to see Kenny sitting a bit farther off. He smiled widely at me, and I thanked God I knew someone in that class. I knew no one I knew was in Chemistry, which would kill me, but Allie was in English, Emily was in Geometry, Kenny was in Theology, all three were in my lunch period, Emily was in my French class, and tons of people from my old school were in my P.E. class.

When the bell rang at the end of first hour, I wanted to cry. Now I was really all alone. Walking slowly up to room 309, I tried to slip into the back of the classroom, but the teacher stopped me. "There you are. Everyone, this is Rachel Kent, the freshman." I felt my cheeks burning. Why did she have to announce that to everyone? It was one thing to be the only freshman in advanced Science, it was completely different for the teacher to point you out and introduce you. For the first time I cursed my own brains and curiosity; if I hadn't gotten bored and taken a Biology class with my Grade School Science teacher, I would never be in this position. I'd be in Biology with all the other freshmen and some sophomores. Here I was in Chemistry with tons of juniors and a few sophomores.

I sat down, not daring to look up, as the class progressed. It seemed like hours until the bell rang. When it did, I copied down the homework and thanked God I'd lived through it. I caught the eye of a junior named Colin, who was regarding me levelly, and turned quickly away, practically running down the stairs to freshman hall.

The rest of the day was very unremarkable, and I was able to wind down. The next week I spent enjoying myself for the main part, except in Chemistry, where the only interesting and semi- settling thing that ever happened was a short conversation or two with Colin, who was my lab partner. I knew him, I'd met him when he and my brother were friends their freshman year and on soccer together, but I could tell he really didn't recognize me. I didn't really blame him; he probably hadn't ever given me a second thought, while I had dreamed about him for a very long time, and he looked the same, though taller, and much more real, but I had grown up physically, and my hair had gone from soft light brown to mix between brown, red, and purple.

The first football Friday the guys were allowed to wear their jerseys to school, and I was surprised to see Colin wearing one. Apparently he'd decided soccer wasn't enough for him. I was able to entertain the thought of seeing him more often, since my uncle was the football coach, then I stopped myself. All I was to him was a silly little freshman in his Chemistry class. "You curled your hair." I looked up at him, surprised, putting a hand to my hair and smiling slightly.

"No, I woke up too late to straighten it."

"You mean it's naturally like that?"

"Yes. That's why I invested in a straightening iron. At least after I use that I'm not completely disgusting."

He shook his head, smiling, taking one of my curls and wrapping his finger in it. "I definitely like it better like this. It makes you look at least High School aged, as opposed to the twenty five you usually look."

My mouth dropped and I turned away. "I thought you only played soccer. Do they allow you to do two different sports at one time?"

He tilted his head. "I haven't played soccer since freshman year. You didn't even know me then. How did you knew I played it?"

"I did know you then, and you knew me." I hadn't planned on telling him, but I found it hard not to say anything at that point. "After the game against Washington, with Jeremy's last second heroics, we were sitting in the stands watching the varsity's game. You and my brother were arguing about math. It was freezing, and you had a blanket. I wanted it so badly I wanted to cry."

Now it was his turn to drop his jaw. "You're Sam's little sister? That was you?"

I turned back to my work, nodding. At least he sort of remembered that little girl who'd fallen in love with him. We didn't talk for the rest of the class, and I wondered what exactly he was thinking. After lass I talked to Allie about it, and she shrugged. "You've always been a dreamer Rach. We're freshman in High School. We're not going to fall in love, especially not with friends of older siblings who don't really even know we exist."

I nodded, and decided I wasn't going to the game that night. Instead, Allie, Emily, Kenny and I went to the mall, and for a little while I was able to forget about the bright blue eyed, dark red haired, way too tall for me junior who I hadn't even imagined would talk to me ever again. It was blessing enough to see him, to talk to him everyday. My thoughts needed to stop wandering so far.