My Fairy Tale

Chapter 4

When we got to the principal’s office she started lecturing us about using bad words in public and how we should be nice to each other before dismissing us. “See what you did. Now we have three weeks’ worth of detention.” Anika informed. “Are you serious? You are blaming this on me. If you weren’t such a bully this wouldn’t have happened.” I told her. She just stared at me. I turned to leave when she grabbed my arm. “What?” I asked really mad. “I’m-I’m-“I cut her off. “Forget it.” I quickly left. This has been a great day, said no one ever. “Shelby!” I heard a voice call. I turned to see my guy best friend Logan. We met in year six. I was being bullied about my weight, my looks just everything really, and that’s when Logan came over and helped me. He stood by me ever since then, and we’ve been best friends even since then. He was tall, hazel eyes, brown hair and a crooked smile, but his personality made it work. He made his way through the crowd towards me opening up his arms. I accepted his gesture hugging him tightly. But I wasn’t crying. No tears, nothing. “It’s going to be okay.” He told him, if only I believed him.

School was finally over. I didn’t see Stefan for the rest of the day. Maybe he was scared of me? I hope not because I think I like him. I can’t fully like him because I don’t know him well enough. I just don’t want him to be scared of me.

I woke up to find Carter and Juliet watching TV way too loud. “Turn it down!” I screamed, but they didn’t, of course. I finally got up and made there breakfast and lunch as well as mine, before leaving.

When I got to school everyone and I mean everyone eyeballed me as I walked through the big black gates. I don’t know exactly why? Maybe because I screamed at Anika yesterday or because my family passed away, or maybe because I actually came today. I wanted to stay home but then I'll be that girl. The girl who started a verbal fight with someone than immediately backs away when she gets in trouble. And that’s not me. Yes I started the fight, yes we got in trouble, but I’m not backing down, not yet. I am 99.9% certain Anika was going to apologise yesterday, but there is still that ‘I hate Shelby’ part in her body that won’t let her. I can’t exactly remember what happened between us two. One moment we were best friends, completely indestructible together, and then the next moment she hated me. Everything I did she made fun of me and all I wanted to do was hide. But I didn’t because unlike some people I stand up for myself. I’m not going to forfeit. If Anika wants to apologise go ahead, but we aren’t going to be how we were. I don’t think we ever will be.

Anyway, as I walk down the corridor of my school, I can’t help but notice his brown eyes staring into mine. I had two options here, bail and pretend I didn’t see him or walk over and say hi. I chose the second option. “Hey.” I smiled as I reached him. “Hey, how are you today?” Stefan questioned, obviously talking about yesterday. “Yeah, sorry you had to see that.” I replied. “Which part? There’s the part where that girl, Anika I believe, totally harassed you about your-“he stopped to think. “My dead siblings and father.” I finished for him. “Right. And after that she harassed you, made you cry, she still kept going, but this time at lunch. She called you a cry baby, and keep this between us, I probably would have cried too, anyway after calling you names you bite back. Here’s the funny part, I swear she was about to cry, well that or you were going to rip her head off.” He explained laughing. “When you put it like that, it seems normal.” I giggled. “What happened between you and her? You mentioned yesterday that you were once best friends?” He questioned. “It’s one of those best friends since primary school until she turns popular in high school, but you don’t, so she hates you.” I explained. He just laughed. “I’m glad this is funny to you.” I chuckled. “Sorry.” He responded smiling. Wow he has a gorgeous smile. ‘Snap out of it Shelby!’ My conscience bellowed.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened to your deceased family?” He questioned. Wow, did he really have to? I tried holding back my tears. He obviously noticed because he immediately took back what he had said. “Sorry you don’t want to if you don’t want to.” “Um no, it’s okay. They got into a car crash. I was in the car as well. We um, we were on our home from school and we signing along to the radio. Next thing I knew a car came out of nowhere. There was a loud screech before an even louder bang. I woke up in the hospital a few days later. My father, he died from impact. I was told that my brother and sister were okay. But then I heard loud beeping. My older sister, Rose, passed away. She was in a coma; she was supposed to be okay. It was just me and my older brother, Romeo. He had woken before me. A few days later my mother bought my little brother and sister into my room crying. And at that moment I knew I was the only survivor. My mother was depressed for months and my brother and sister were too young to know what was happening. And for some reason I blame myself. Why couldn’t I die instead of them? At least then I wouldn’t be standing here crying while others stare at me and judge. Everyone knows I’m the survivor, but they don’t know what I’m going through or how I feel.” I told him remembering every single detail as it played back in my head. I guess my tears weren’t gone, because now they are strolling down my cheeks, one by one, getting faster and faster every second.

“Hey hey hey.” He whispered. He came closer and hugged me tightly comforting me. For the first time since the accident I felt safe, in his arms. “Everything will be fine.” He kept repeating. “I’m here now.” What does that mean? After a while we parted. He used the pad of his thumb to wipe the tears away. “You’re going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay.” He expressed. I just smiled. The ball rang and I had to go to class. I pivoted to walk away until he called my name. I spun around as he ran up to me. “Put your number in.” He told, not asked me, as he handed me his phone. I quickly typed my number in and gave him his phone back. “I’ll text you.” He exclaimed before turning around and rushing to class as I did that same.