Clear Lake Academy holds the worst of the worst delinquents from around the country. Each and every student there holds a notorious background that led them there and almost everyone avoids them.
After setting the tenth building on fire, which just...
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I walked down the silent hallway void of any souls. Almost every living person in our school was in class as the weekend passed and the clock was all we watched as each minute ticked by.
A migraine pulsated at the front of my head, spreading its way around. I blinked and the brief coolness behind my lids urged me to sleep. I couldn't. I felt unstable on my feet as if I could collapse at any given moment but I forced myself to remain standing.
The conversation with Holland's little brother rang in my head like an incessant alarm. It kept me up all night: his words playing again and again like a cassette on loop, the words turning to static the longer I thought.
Why was Holland connected to any of this except for the fact that Hendrix had met her a couple times during his youth. She certainly was not in my past and I was fairly certain she wasn't in the rest of the boys'. So this was all left to Hendrix.
But why?
What connection did she have to this through Hendrix that ended up with her untimely death? Was she connected through another person or was it just a coincidence that she knew Hendrix and was dragged into something that did not concern her?
The thoughts tumbled and turned in my head and I couldn't get them to slow down. With each extra night of staying awake and splashing water on my face to keep myself up, my thoughts increased and so did the desire to succumb to whatever the dark held for me. Just so I could rest, even for a minute.
I continued my path down the hallway, making my way to behavioural class. It was one of the classes I hated because all they tried to do was make us good. They tried and failed. But despite the annoyance of the useless class, it had its moments where it truly made me think. There had once been this one question the teacher had offered during a class that threw me off the course completely; "how does it make your parents feel?"
Sad.
Guilty.
Annoyed.
Shamed.
But in reality, who fucking cares how they feel when I feel worse?
The scintillating lights beamed down on me, making my dark under eyes more prominent and my unruly hair come to light. My eyes ached under the power of the harsh lights, causing the throbbing in my head to intensify.
My mind spun dizzily for a moment, leading to my feet stumbling over one another. Catching myself with a hand on the wall before I could fall, I stood upright and world stopped moving. I knew it would come eventually but I only hoped I could last a little longer. I needed to.
I took a step forward and managed to walk the length of the hallway before the world began tilting once again. I kept a hand on the wall to steady myself and regulated my breathing, closing my eyes as a way to calm the thudding in my head.
