R U There?

CHAPTER 2: Unfinished Exam

I gulp as my teacher slowly and teasingly takes steps closer to my own desk almost as if it was known failure would come to me. Don't panic Kirk, Don't panic-

"Kirk, I assure you will do great am I wrong? Don't let me down, huh?" Mr. Ketson spoke with a grin almost shining off him. However it didn't necessarily look friendly... I'm probably over thinking it! Yeah, yeah that's what it is! I smile back as I gulp at the paper before me, making all my fears run back in. Holy shit. I let out a shaky sigh as I read over the test. Questions like "What contributes to the way childrens' books are written today?" But a particular question on the back page made my eyes widen deeply. "Who is she, and why have you forgotten her, Kirk?" I let myself read it a few more times before shutting the booklet and looking up at my teacher who stared right back with a sinister, evil smirk. I let out a shaky breath before I stand up and let my sweaty palms hit my desk as I struggle to stay standing. Everything seems to darken around me now as I feel the urge to vomit as everyone stares into my eyes with confused and terrified looks. Why can't I remember her!? my eyes shut tightly as my eyebrows furrow deeply. Wait she's-

"Kirk... Kirk!" Mr. Ketson gains my attention as I look up at him my eyes now wide open. I look around me and see everyone's eyes on me confused or slightly concerned for me. I stumble as I run to the door which seems to far from my reach. "Kirk!!" My teacher yells my name as I fall out of the doorway and into the hallways. I need to calm down. I fall into walls as my legs shake barely holding my weight up. I barge into the boys' bathrooms and run into the closest stall no one else but me being here because of the ongoing exams. I let my pancakes come up as I puke my own guts out.

"Fuck..." I mumble to myself before feeling extremely nauseous to the point where I throw up stomach acid. I let myself fall onto the ground and sit against the vandilised stall walls. Things like 'You suck!' and 'Dante was here 2000' were written in faded, black sharpy and pen. They have of course been paint over but you could still see it perfectly. In a way reading all of the words written on the dirty stalls were comforting enough for my breathing to steady at least a little bit to the point where I could breathe at all. I stood finally getting enough energy to leave the stall and walked to the pearly white sinks and shitty mirrors. 

I look at my distorted face and sigh. Even in these mirrors I still look like I haven't slept in days. I turn on the taps and wash my face with water I wasn't sure was clean or not. Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if the school hated it's students that much. I pull out my phone and start pressing the buttons that clicked with such satisfying noises as I wrote a message to Ryan and Lyla.

'Hey, Uh I just bolted out of English and threw up... I think there's something wrong with me.' I send and don't expect a respond back surely I get one from Lyla. 

'Shit, are you okay? Did you freak?' she seems genuine however I don't want to sound crazy and lose her and Ryan. I just send back a simple 'yeah' and turn off my phone. I look at myself in the mirror one more time before walking out and sighing as I forgot my backpack in the classroom. Fuck... well, I'm not getting that back unless I really want to deal with confrontation. Which I don't. I shrug and decide to wait outside for Ryan and Lyla at our spot which I know they'll look for me at. I can't believe I freaked out like that... It wasn't real was it? I don't remember forgetting anyone. I decide to take a walk to get those cigarettes I reminded myself to get before school. 

I walk down the road and end up at the old grocery store that has the shop I was looking beside it. I walk into the store I intended to and flash a smile at Sam who was very familiar with me buying cigarettes a lot. I just give him 'the look' I would usually give when I came to get my usual and he got it as I reached into my wallet for the money. I place the crunched up notes and small amount of coins into his rough hands and smile.

"Thank you, Sam." I start walking out with the cigarettes in hand.

"No problem kid." He spoke out to me as I close the ringing door. I stood outside and lit the desperate cigarette I needed before taking a well deserved puff and blowing out smoke. I feel my phone buzz in my back pocket and once more as I pull it out. 

Ryan: 'Hey man, you alright?' 
'we'll wait for you at the spot.' 

I almost think about not going but decide against it because I know it just worsens things.

I send back a simple 'okay' and keep walking with the cigarette in my mouth. I finally put it out and walk back to the spot where I was before. I see Ryan and Lyla both evidently concerned before they notice me. I give a stupid half forced grin before finally saying something.

"So yeah that happened." I chuckle at my pour use of words before instinctively grabbing a cigarette. I go to light it but Lyla takes the cigarette and frowns. 

"No, I can tell you just smoked before. Have a break, okay?" She tries reasoning as she places the cigarette back in my packet to which my eyebrows furrow. I just sigh before looking away from her and Ryan. I let out a breath and turn to them once again.

"I wish I could just scream right now," I sigh and Lyla makes a sympathic frown whilst Ryan smiles. Lyla sees him smiling and elbows him in the stomach whilst whispering.

"Don't be a dick," She glares daggers at him before he raises his hands in defense. 

"I was going to say something before I was injured!" He exclaims earning a chuckle from me whilst Lyla just roles her sapphire eyes slow and long so he can see it. "I found a place which looks isolated and we could go there?" He suggests. Lyla perks up muttering a 'sorry' to which Ryan pats her hand with a smile. He would always like to find places we would only go to for a one time thing. Like a situation like this I suppose.

"What are we waiting for let's get into the car!" Lyla goes to shoo us but Ryan saves us as he speaks up.

"Actually its next to the school." He gives a knowing grin earning a gasp from Lyla and an interested look from me that literally said 'Okay, now I'm listening'.

"You're not saying the basically h-haunted 'grave yard'!?" She shivered at the thought to which Ryan chuckled softly and nodded. It earned the name 'Grave Yard' after some teens suspected to go missing after going there to which I think is bullshit honestly. "B-but the last people who--"

"who went died!" Ryan teased rolling his eyes obviously not believing it more than I did. I just snicker and Ryan starts leading us or well me to the grave yard. 

"H-hey! Don't go!" Lyla calls out which we ignore before cursing at us and catching up.

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I enjoyed writing this one :) I hope you enjoyed reading it too!!

-Charlie!

p.s should I write tws? tell me if theres anything you want specifically to be warned about.

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