The Teenage Drama Queen and I

Yeah New York City was cloudy again; I wouldn't be surprised if it
started raining in a little while. To tell you the truth, today's
probably the worst day of my life. I never remembered I had this big
literature test this morning, and yes, I think I failed it. That wasn't
even the worst part of my day. I had forgotten my back pack with my
cd's, my homework, my books and everything in it. Yeah, even my wallet
was somewhere under the streets of Manhattan, riding the subway. Hell,
I didn't feel in the mood for walking home today, but seriously I
didn't even have a penny in my pocket and my mother happened to be
having a blast somewhere in California. I've really being feeling
unlucky today, like one of those days when you wake with the wrong foot
and everything starts going wrong since then. For some reason on those
days your hair won't settle, your clothes won't match and you just
don't look alright when you look at yourself in the mirror. As if it
wasn't enough yet, yesterday I had a fight with my girlfriend. I don't
want to get corny or anything, but she is gorgeous. She has long brown
hair and hazel eyes, she looks just like Barbie's brunette friend.
After school she studies drama at the Carnegie University, and she is
getting really good at it. Or at least she was. Her father, who is one
of the richest men in New York, encourages her a lot in the acting
thing. And in case you were wondering, yeah, she is as preppy as hell
but she is still really sweet and she's also probably the politest
person you could ever meet. We both go to Eleanor Roosevelt High in
east 76th street. Our school is really close to my house because I live
in the Seville Building in the east 77th, almost intersecting with 5th
av. Pauline lives in this gorgeous "Belmont Mansion" on the east 85th,
so what I do is catch a train on the station in the east 77th and then
get off in the station at the east 86th and walk down a block to pick
her up. I usually do this every morning, but as you can imagine, I did
not do it today. I almost sure she did not go to school today, or if
she did, she really made a good job avoiding me.
Memories of Pauline, both good and bad, had been flashing into my head
all day. For some reason, only the bad memories were being stacked in
the back of my mind to haunt me every five minutes, like the memory of
the time we had a fight in the strawberry fields in Central Park. That
evening, the orange rays of the sunset gave the tear shaped gardens a
very romantic golden tone, and the trees of the park were topped with
all the shades of orange. The ambience was really romantic, we had
kissed already and all, and then we started discussing over the
stupidest thing you can imagine. Yeah, we did end up fighting, and
Pauline ended up saying she didn't want to live anymore. That is when I
started calling her Drama Queen, yeah, in part because of the whole
acting thing, but also because of this incident. She really knows how
to make a big deal out of practically nothing.
Every time I looked into her eyes, no matter how happy she said she
was, I just couldn't find that spark I used to see on her hazel eyes
before. I'm almost sure there's something wrong going on inside Mrs.
Drama Queens's fairy castle. Every time I picked her up in the morning
she reminded me how much of a bad father her dad was, and how much she
hated his job. I'm guessing she said that kind of things because never
got to spend enough time with her dad because of his busy job and
everything. Last night we had the worst fight ever, words that I
should've never said came out of my mouth that night, and words that
hurt like a thousand wounds in my heart came out of hers. And then
tears rolled down the cheeks of my drama queen, making tears burst out
of my eyes.
Anyway, going back to the worst-day-of-my-life thing, I had to stay in
detention after school, pretty much because of hitting this Robert guy
with volleyball in the head. The funny thing is the coach didn't notice
the million times Robert hit me. Then just as I walked home after
detention, I could hear an ambulance some blocks away, probably going
to the Luke's-Roosevelt Hospital or something. I hate ambulances, they
make me remember my father's death, who died when I was about six or
so. This is when I gathered the braveness and finally decided to go see
her, and apologize. As I walked up by the sidewalk of 5th av, the
weather suddenly changed. It was still cloudy and everything, but the
air wasn't chilly anymore, it was humid and thick as a milkshake,
really. The wind was blowing really strong towards me, as if it wanted
me to stop. I wish it would've, because my day was about to get
worse.
As I turned right on the 85th street, I saw an ambulance, probably the
one I heard before. It was parked in front of the Belmont Mansion, and
a lot of neighbors were also gathering in front of the house. All I
could think of was Pauline's grandfather. Yeah, the man was really old
and had cardiac problems or cancer or some other illness. When I saw
what was happening I rushed to the back door of the house, which was
more in the side of the house, hidden in an alley and not many people
knew about it. When I entered the first thing I saw were two maids
crying. One of them was weeping and yelling like a little child, which
really freaked me out. They both already knew who I am, so I didn't say
anything and walked passed them to get to Pauline's room and check her
out. To get there I practically needed to climb a kilometer of stairs.
Drama Queen's room was like on the hundredth floor, and while I went up
the endless staircase I heard the police arrive.
Pauline was there, laying between multicolored silk pillows looking as
gorgeous as always. She looked like if she was smiling at me and for
the first time in a long time she looked relieved. I grabbed the hand
of my Drama Queen and kissed it, and then kissed her in the lips which
were colder than ever. Then I passed my hand over her forehead, and
closed her beautiful eyes. There was a bottle of pills on top of her
night stand. Yeah, she used it as a relief to all the problems she had.
Then I kissed her again for the last time, and closed the door of her
room. Unfortunately the last words she heard from me last night were "I
hate you Pauline, I never want to see you again". I wish I would've
said "I love you" instead.

In deed, I am never going to see my Drama Queen again.