who am I (a roller coaster ride) #wattys2016

Chapter One

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Secondly, the copyright of this story belongs to me.

Thank you for taking the time to read this.
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Is this how my life has to play out?

Why do these things keep happening?

As cliché as it may sound, don't I get an ending where I'm happy.

That was the day I knew, that the only happily ever afters in my life, were the ones in my Fairy Tale book.

Millions of thoughts, questions and scenarios were circling my mind, trying to eliminate that thought.

But for what? It is true and no amount of non-existent magic could change that.

Nothing can change people.

In the dark, starless night surrounding my hospital room, one question, however, could not be silenced.

Why do people only know betrayal, when they are with me?

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"Sally James"

"Sally James" he repeated, much louder.

"Here.....sorry" I replied quickly, sighting internally at my frequent space-outs, while waiting for Mr. Stern to tell us what today's topic gonna be.

After a chorus of dissatisfied grunts from him at me not begging for forgiveness, he carried on talking "Okay class, now that we are done with the attendance sheet, we move along to the subject of our session today - Plant Nutrition"

And at that, I was ready to black out the whole session. It wasn't that I didn't take my lessons seriously, I was actually an A student, it's just that I took most of this stuff years ago - when I was back home.

Plus, here at East Medow, everything was so laid back: minimum book reports , a handful of research topics throughout the year, and a stairway to an A if you do your homework on time. Having a hard time dealing with the trainload of problems on my hands, made me wonder how I did it back then, with very difficult schoolwork .

As I laid my head on the window sill, overlooking the garden, I caught two hazel bloodshed eyes, staring back at me and jumped a bit from shock. If you ever had the pleasure of getting 4 hours of sleep each day, you'll stop focusing on your eyes - for good, that or you just let the reality of your situation sink in - each time you look in a mirror. I barely slept, that was a fact, but was neither written in any books nor known by anyone; if i think about it, nothing about me ever was.

But now that I think about it, I wonder how Steph will react if she finds out I do my hair without looking at a mirror. I think she'll murder me with a sledge hammer the moment she looks around us and finds no witnesses, but of course not before straightening my hair first and placing a pink bow to match the "cutesy look" in her words. Yes folks, I have been kidnapped for a hairdo before and it wasn't pretty.

My whole appearance, however, was was kind of catchy today, because I took an extra 30 minutes while getting ready. My eyes traveled to my outfit, which was a dark green half - sleeve satin top with black stripes, which was tied with a belt in the middle, making it a bit loose around my body, with a black cardigan to cover my hands - protecting me from the cold shill, dark blue black jeans and a brand new black Converse. My brown curls danced behind my back whenever I turned my head to pretend to pay attention, in response to Mr.Stern's more-than-occasional piercing stare. I placed my hand underneath my face, which had simple, yet, pretty makeup . It was one of those days, when I wanted to dress up for a change.

As I was about to maybe close my eyes for a few seconds, a chewed, literally, piece of paper with the writing need to talk,now! scribbled on it, was thrown on my desk.

I rolled my eyes : only one person still communicated like that - Stephanie. Stephanie was one of the few people who gained access to my world. Not saying that I'm a wierdo, who likes to sit in a corner and eat glue for lunch, I have a lot of acquaintances and a few close friends, but I always divert a conversation when it starts to get personal, that's basically why people got the message to simply smile politely in the hallway and that's it. At first it was beyond hard to have my perky personality quiet down, but I almost do it subconsciously now, seeing that I've been doing it for five years now. However, I'm not sure if I like how my story's playing out. Yet, to achieve something, you need to let go of a few things, so that's my sacrifice to make.

In short though, I am this school's biggest mystery, that thankfully, no one talks about.

I was about to rudely inform her that I was taking a one-way ticket to the milky way, when I noticed her face - puffy, red with her mascara smudged. Her blue eyes were red, with tear stains all over her face . I immediately felt my heart drop!

I hurriedly typed in my password, opened my messenger, and stopped writing when I saw the typing sign underneath her username .

I waited, without patience, while tapping my finger to the desk. So much, the person in front of me started shushing me up.

I gave him a death glare that basically said "You're not the one with the crying best friend ya rubber band, so beat it."

My thoughts concerning the guy immediately came to a halt when I got her text - 7 minutes later .

A message this size, not to mention her teary face - something was seriously wrong!