The Girl In The Back

Chapter 6

I didnt want to go to school, but I did. I was up all night and didnt sleep at all. I stared at the ceiling all night just daydreaming and thinking about Zac. I couldnt think about anything else.

"Kyrah! Up!" My mom basically knocked the door down. Geez she's loud. "Im awake." All I could do was glance at her. Im lost in thought, I mean, I still don't even know what happened the night I stayed with Zac. There are so many possibilities.. "Kyrah, hello? Get up. You're not going to school." Wait what did she say?! Not going to school? No way girl! "What are you talking about? I have to go!" I jumped up out of my bed. "Don't worry. Get dressed." I want to know what it is that's keeping me from school, but I can't disrespect my mom.

I put on some random clothes from my stuff I stole from Zac. Sweats, t-shirt, his underwear, and a hoodie. While walking, or should I say running, down the stairs, I saw throw up on one of the steps. Why is that there? EW! "Mom?! There's throw up on the bottom step!!" I had to jump over it. I am NOT stepping in that. Is that.. corn? "Kyrah ignore it and come here"

I walked in the kitchen and looked my mom up and down. Oh god. She looks terrible. A robe, baggy t-shirt and the ugliest pajama pants I have ever seen. "Kyrah? Hellooooo" I got knocked out of the thought and realized my mom was waving her hands in my face the whole time. "Are you okay?" I looked at her directly in the face. "I'm fine. Where are we going?" She shook her head and smiled. "Surprise."

We were halfway up the rode when the car stopped. "What the heck!" Mom kicked under the steering wheel and constantly turned the keys over and over. "God. Kyrah will you hop out and look under the hood?" Oh no. I got out and opened the hood and was basically strangled by the smoke. What the.. I looked inside and immediately knew what was wrong. Her pipes are slit. I have no idea what those pipes are or what they are for, but they are definitely cut. How did that happen? It's a perfect cut. Did a person do this? "Uh mom.. somebody slit your pipes."

The tow truck finally got here and mom was on the phone with my dad. They are divorced, but I can only see my dad during the summer. "God, why do you blame things on me?! I didn't do anything you useless scum!" my mom threw her phone down and walked to the guy in the truck and started talking to him. I just walked down the hill to school. I left my backpack in the trunk last night, so all I had to do was grab it and I could go.

When I walked in the classroom, of course everybody was staring at me. I handed my late slip to the teacher and went and slumped in my chair. "Care to tell me why you are late? It's two hours past the bell." I just looked at her and rolled my eyes. "My mom's pipes were slit." Her eyes were big ever. She jumped and the class all started whispered. "Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! Is she okay? Shouldn't you be with her at the hospital?!" Hospital? It's a car. I thought for a moment and then realized what she meant. "Wait, no, I meant the pipes on her engine. She made me wait for a tow truck to get her car so she knew I wasn't getting run over while walking to school." Mrs- whatever her name is just stared at me. She probably thinks I'm lying. "Um, ok then."

I finally got to the good class. It's good because Jasmine is here. But, she isn't. Where is she? She has never missed a day of school ever. "Children, I believe you should know that Jasmine Yeshiva has transferred to another school. Now, let's start the lesson." I just stared at the paper. She, transferred? Why? Is it because of me? Did I do something? Why did she leave? Is she okay? Is she mad? Worried? Sad? Annoyed? Oh no. I made her angry. She isn't my friend anymore. The only other person I have is Zac.. but Jasmine. I need her here. "Ahem. Kyrah? Are you with us?" I snapped out of my thinking and looked up at the teacher. "Uh yeah. I'm here. What is it Mrs.C?" She just looked at me and sort of stared or something. Her eye twitched. "I asked you, what is 4-6+F?" I don't know. How on earth do you add numbers to letters? Letters. I can write Jasmine a letter! Wait no, we have phones. This isn't the 60s. I'll message her. At lunch. Or at home. I don't know. "Kyrah? Hellooo?" I looked up again and I had a thousand eyes on me. "Uh. I don't know. Sorry" I'm gonna message Jasmine. I have to talk to her.