When I said Nothing.

     I was sitting in class, "what are you staring at?" My teacher asked. "Nothing." I simply replied.

     My friend called me that friday night, "What are you doing tonight?"
"Nothing." I told her with an unsure tone overtaking my voice.

   "Hey! What's wrong?" That cute guy I'd been crushing on for days ran up to me in the halls.
"Oh hey... Nothing."

     Gazing off in first period, staring straight at the far corner of the wall, without even realizing it.
'Dang, he looked so cute today.' I thought. I wondered why some of the kids in my class annoyed me so much. Random questions started spinning around my head. 'What will my life be like in five years?' 'Why is the sky blue?' 'What's the point of math?' 'Does he like me?' ' What would my life be like if...?"
Then out of my thoughts, and into reality, my teacher had to interrupt me.

    *Scroll Down, scroll down, scroll down.* A weird picture, a couple new relationship status', some drama, and five messages was all that was on facebook. I decided listening to music would be something a little more productive, so I typed in Pandora in the address bar. I glanced down at my cold, bare feet. I needed a new color. This hot pink was way too summery for fall.  I picked out a  pail, dark, sparkly nude color. As i stroked my index-toe, my phone rang so loud, making my hand lose balance and paint my skin, almost all the way down to my pinky-toe. Way to put me in a bad mood.

     The weekend was over, which meant unfortunetally I had to wake up and go to school. Walking to H-Hallway, I passed the guy with the girl who he just stopped talking to me for. I hated her. He smiled at me. I glanced at him as if he weren't worth the time of day, no expression, no nothing. 'What a fag.' I thought to myself. Almost instantly, I heard footsteps gaining on mine. I thought how much of a bad mood He just put me in, holding hands with her and what not. On my own will, I looked back. The footsteps that were gaining on me were his.

    Nothing. Meaningfull, but meaningless. Nothing is the word we go to. Our backup when we don't want anyone to know what's really going on.

     What was I doing when my teacher asked me what I was staring at? Nothing. What was I doing on that Calm friday night? Nothing. What was wrong when he smiled at me? Nothing. But really, everytime I said nothing, there really was something.