Saying Goodbye

The white page stared up at his pale face which he did the best he could to hide. "He's been like that all day" wispered a young blond headed girl. Her new friend Rhonda stared at the boy with a curiosity to his thoughts. "Nobody dares talk to him. They all think it'll spoil their reputation some way" again the blond whispers. Rhonda didn't think about her reputation or what people might say when she wrote the note to him. The students within the class already had been keeping her in the corner of their eye and mind being the new student. It was as if she had to endure a time test before anyone warented her association. Anyone who immedieatly befriended "new commers" were looked upon as weak or gullible.

Everyone's attention was arrested when it was noticed that the note she had written was sent to HIM. He almost automatically continued to pass the note onward up the row untill to his suprise he saw his name on it. Not to let his hopes get too high, he expected the note to be a prank or demeaning remark only to entertain others. He opened it slowly getting ready to crumble it up and toss it aside. "I'm Rhonda the new student. I know you don't know me, but I was hoping you could gelp me with #5." read the note. Seeing the opportunity to impress someone, he let a small twitchy smile appear for the first time in a month. Whisperings about what was going on had already started throughout the classroom. After finishing, he looked toward the teacher, then toward his target. With one motion the folded note flew through the air to land on Rhonda's desk. "He got lucky" thought Rhonda, impressed by his skill.

"You don't know that I do know you. You are Rhonda Bermanker. Your # is 357-9829. You moved into town in mid-June to the White Wood subdivision. The answer to #5 is 18 7/16." said the note.

The blond headed girl wanted to know what he had wrote that caused Rhonda to stare at that letter for so long. She finally had a thought of what to say after several minutes of thinking of all the possibilites how he could have known all that information. Was he stalking her? Was he some kind of freak that sits around and memorizes things? Was he available?

The note passed several times more between the two that day; and started a habit that would continue throughout the year. The two bacame very good friends, and therefore separiting themselves from all others because of it. Rhonda's peers which always tested "new commers" ex-communicated her from their social circle because of ther choice of companion. The young boy's peer's considered him as a compasionate snob who abondoned them for a mere girl. The other's who knew little of both considered these two as soulmates. None of these things bothered either of them. They were content with simply conversing on the origin of life or the double standard that society requires of you to survive.

In the meantime, a semister floats by and it seems as though everyone among the school population has acepted the situation and discontinued their attacks on the soulmate's loyality and trust. It was as thougth they had to endure a time test for any change in life style. And now after a period of time after which no success has been made, the bullies of the population gave up and went on with taking up space. During this time of tribulation these two persons learned about each other and their past. After a while it was quite easy for one to complete the sentence of the other. Many times it was pointless to say anything at all because they both knew what the other was thinking. In a few months these two achieved what married adults took years to find. To say that these two were "dating" or "going steady" was a simple term to lable what they had ackomplished in such a sort time.

Once upon a school day's lunch period they sat together in a corner of school which they were known to do quite often. As they sat there silent, thinking, an awkward thougth came to Rhonda. She never found out his middle name. For the firts time since first writing him in class months ago, she didn't know how to ask him. She felt uncomfortable and wiggled to reposition herself. Several times she took an breath to begin a sentence, but the words never came. After a minute he said "Roy". She looked at him, straight into the left eye as she had the gabit to do when trying to find what he ment, with that same purpose in mind. "Roy is my middle name." Her eye's widened for a second then a smile spread across her face to show he had won again. They had alsyas seemed to attract alot of attention when they kissed.

Time passed.
Spring was apon the school population which ment school would soon let out for summer break. the two had not talked about what they would do for vacation. Of course they would continue to see each other as much as possible. But a problem arose because of the new situation, a new life style, and neither of them knowing quite how to deal with it. Rhonda's family were soon flying to Colorado for a family reunion. They both agreed to call each other as often as allowed so not to forget each other. They made many other unneeded precautions and agreements. Up untill the dated flight the two spent every waking moment thinking of each other and planing their future together. Family member's said they were born soulmates. Friends commented on their being perfect for each other. Everyone agreed that if anyone were to grow up, marry, and be together forever; it would be these two.

The night before the flight Rhonda's parents let her stay on the phone with Roy far past normal bad times because of compasion and understanding of her situation. It wasn't untill the next day when she hung up the phone with a promise to call as soon as landing in Colorado. They didn't say Goodbye.

As Rhonda's plane hurled toward the ground, she scribled on the wall "Goodbye Roy". An hour later the news interupted all programs to tell of an airplane crash. Their were no reproted survivors. The next morning Roy's mother found him in a tub of red water. The doctor said he had overdosed on Asprin to thin his blood before slitting his wrists. On the floor was scribled "Goodbye Rhonda".