Oblivious

Chapter 4: Parker

That's Parker^^^^

I pranced down the hall, feeling powerful. The hallway was so empty, that it sounded as if I was walking through a dry cave, My footsteps were echoing off the bright orange lockers.
The school colours were orange and blue, and the mascot was a falcon. Not bad compared to green and red and a teddy bear.... My elemetary school's.

I skipped all the way to the office and opened the door. The secretary glances up at me, then she does a double take.

"Jordan!" She gasps and scrambles for a band-aid. "What happened?"

The secretary had short brown hair cut at her earlobes, and bangs. She also had bright pink lipstick on, along with brown eyeshadow extending up to her raised eyebrows. She was nice overall, but still had to be strict. She wasn't my favourite person in the school, I just didn't mind her. My favourite teacher had to be the math teacher, he's pretty cute.

"I fell." I swallow, but made it sound convincing this time, now that I had a story to stick with.

Her mouth falls open. "On what?!"
Crap. I only planned so far, I didn't expect questions.

"I tripped on the curb." I shift my weight from my toes to my heels, waiting for the conversation to be over.

"How hard did you hit your head?" She asks, looking like she was about to get up from her rolly chair.

"Not hard. I'm fine." I forced a smile. I tried to give short answers so she'd lose interest hopefully.

She sighed like she didn't believe me. "Alright," She handed me the band-aid the she dug out of a box in her messy drawer. "Just come see me if you feel dizzy, or queasy, or natious, or just sick. Okay?"

I nod and head for the door. This conversation is already making me sick.

"And wash it first!" She calls as I close the door and shuffle down the hall.
I sigh and try to come up with a story incase I get anymore questions.

Sooo.....
-I tripped on a curb on my walk to school
-I cut my eyebrow
-I didn't hit my head hard enough to cause extreme damage
-Which made me late to school

Alright, as long as I've got it straightened out in my head, I'll be fine.

I don't know why I didn't tell the truth in the first place. I guess I didn't want to get that kid in trouble. I'd rather be called clumsy than a tattletale.

I scurried to the bathroom, worried about what my eyebrow looked like. If anybody saw me, they probably would've thought that I had to pee really bad by how fast I was moving.

Even from outside, I could smell the chemicals used to clean the bathroom, indicating that the janitor was just there.

I didn't hear any voices and relief washed over me. I could avoid more awkward conversations, probably with snobby girls that didn't care about what happened and just wanted me to get out of the way of the mirror so they can check their makeup.

I stepped in the silent bathroom and headed for the mirror, seeing the red blood on my face from a distance away. I quickly walked closer to the mirror, shocked that it was worse than I thought.

Immediately, I saw a line of dark red on the hairs of my eyebrow, and then the red dripped down and dried up, making it a little darker than normal blood. I frown and turn on the sink, not looking forward to the stinging. I washed my hands first, like doctors do, just to be cautious.

Then I ran my right hand under the tap, leaning over the sink. I quickly wiped away the dried blood, getting the easy stuff out of the way. I accidentally brushed against the cut with my fingers and winced, it stung like lemon juice on a papercut.