What’s Wrong?
Part 1: The Blackout
By Alex Apple
Hello this is Alex here. I edited this story I wrote when I was younger for all of my fans. Check it out and let me know what you think. I kept the old one in case you wanted to see the improvement ;D.
The clocks second hand seemed like it was moving as slow as a turtle. I hated the kids in my history class so much. They were always getting the whole class into trouble or picking on me. Suddenly something lightly hit my back. I then heard a pencil hit the floor. I didn’t have to turn around to know who had thrown it. I already knew it was Bobby. I rolled my eyes and asked him to stop, but the only response that I got was a mean snicker.
Bobby Cab had been in my class since the second grade. As annoying and stupid as he seemed he was smart. He had brown hair and glowing brown eyes that constantly wandered the classroom. He lived in the same neighborhood as me, which sadly meant that he rode the same bus as I. Even though I thought Bobby was bad, I could never compare him to his brother, Boyd. Boyd might’ve been the worst teenager that I had ever met in my life.
My relationship with Tommy hadn’t always been filled with hate. In fact we were best friends in middle school; I even had a crush on him. Who could resist those sweet brown eyes? Our friendship ended in Middle School for reasons that made me mad. He became friends with the popular crowd and started ignoring me. He then started bullying me. That was when my hatred for him began.
I felt another pencil hit my back and this time the sharp point dug into it. I turned around, glaring at Bobby and firmly asked him to stop. He mimicked me in return. He was such a nuisance. The teacher then asked me to stop talking and pay attention. I was appalled. Bobby never got in trouble, but of course the one time I asked him to stop I got in troubled.
After Mrs. Coble took her evil eyes off of me she continued her boring lecture about getting good grades so that you could get into a good college. I prayed that the second hand on the clock would hurry up. Not only because I wanted to get away from Bobby, but because I didn’t want Mrs. Coble to give me a homework assignment.
Luckily, I was saved by the bell. I quickly grabbed my binder and stuffed it into my backpack. I then rushed out of the room. If Mrs. Coble had been mean enough to give me another homework assignment I had not heard her. I then headed off to lunch.
As I walked down the messy, crowded halls, loose papers were flying everywhere. Many people unknowned to me filled the hallway. All of the mess made me sad because this was a brand new school. The mess also made it hard for me to locate my locker.
When I finally found my locker I was puzzled to see that Steven wasn’t there. Steven was in the 10th grade (a year older than me), and was extremely attractive. He was a tall blonde haired, blue eyed baseball player. He wasn’t in any of my classes, so he had no idea that I wasn’t popular. He had no idea that most of my classmates picked on me. Steven usually talked to me since our lockers were side by side. I couldn’t tell if he was just trying to be friendly or if he really liked me. Either way it gave me some hope.
As I stuffed my books in my locker in exchange for my lunchbox my stomach growled. I was lucky that the lunchroom was nearby. Our cafeteria was very interesting. It had fast food like Subway, and Arby’s.
By the time I had entered the lunchroom I had already made up my mind to get Subway. I got the usual. Then, I walked over to the table were my friend Hannah usually sat. She was there waiting for me. She was texting her crush, as usual. I wondered if he had the same lunch as Hannah who she would sit with. She’d probably choose her boyfriend over me. She asked me if I had noticed that Steven wasn’t there and I said that I had. She then went on about how Weston had asked her on a date to see a romantic movie. I told her about how mean Bobby had been to me and she got mad.
Towards the end of lunch I glanced down at my watch and noticed that I was almost late to the counselor’s office. I raced to Mrs. Dyer’s room.
Ever since I could remember I had to go to the counselor’s room at exactly 12:55. I’ve always wondered why, but whenever I had asked my mom she had just told me that they wanted to make sure that I was okay. She would then change the subject, so finally I stopped asking. I didn’t care that much about going, seeing that they only made me stay for about ten minutes. I had noticed one thing that was strange: they always made me come at the exact same time each day.
“Hello Savannah, how’re you today?” Mrs. Dyer’s asked when I walked into her room. Her room always seemed to have a calming mood to it. Maybe it was the cute posters hung up in her room, or the calming blue color of the walls, or maybe it was just her calming voice and appearance. The rest of our conversation seemed to last an eternity. I sighed and looked down at my watch. It was 12:59.
All of a sudden I blacked out…..
