Imperfect Life: Arc 1

Chapter 23

It was now Tuesday morning. Brandon and Crys made their way to school first thing. It was a typical school day like any other, dull and boring, until gym class, that is. Gym class was being held outside and everyone had a free day to do whatever they wanted as long as they were active. Brandon and Crys decided to spend their time tossing a frisbee back and forth. On one particular throw, Crys wanted to see just how far she could toss the frisbee, so she tossed it out with all her strength. Unfortunately for Crys, she let go of the frisbee too late, causing the disk to go in a completely different direction than she intended. Instead of the disk going out into the distance, it was going right to Brandon. Brandon, seeing the frisbee rapidly approaching put his hand out to catch it. Unfortunately for Brandon, he didn't catch the frisbee. Instead, it hit his hand with all of its force, causing him to cry out with a sudden gasp of pain and shock.

Crys' eyes went wide as she saw what happened and she suddenly felt completely horrified. "Are you okay!?" Crys said, anxiously, as she ran over to Brandon.

Brandon was clutching his hand to his chest and had a pained expression on his face. He slowly nodded in response to Crys' question and then slowly muttered out "Going to get this looked at." Brandon then walked off towards to go ask the teacher if he could go see the school nurse.

Meanwhile, Crys stood still where she was. She felt absolutely horrible, completely full of guilt and regret. Crys' hands trembled ever so slightly as she began to walk to the teacher. Crys asked the teacher if she could go home early on account of not feeling well.

The teacher glanced over Crys, determining if Crys actually was sick or not. To the teacher, Crys looked absolutely and undeniably sick to her stomach, like she was about to keel over on the spot. The teacher reluctantly let Crys leave class early and dismissed her to go home for the day.

Crys shambled her way to her backpack, collected it, and went home. As soon as Crys entered her house, she bolted up the stairs and collapsed onto her bed with the weight of her guilt.

Back at school however, Brandon walked out of the nurse's office a few minutes later with the diagnoses of just a sprained wrist. He returned to class to find Crys missing. Unsure of where she went, Brandon quickly sent her a text message asking where she went off to. He got no response. Brandon then, now confused, went about the rest of his school day like normal and then went home, hoping that Crys was okay.

Later on that evening, Crys was pacing about her room with great anxiety. She was muttering to herself as she paced back and forth, completely filled with worry and dread.

"How could I have done that?" Crys asked herself, not expecting herself to answer. "It's all over, I've ruined everything! I knew this would happen!" Crys stated, overthinking everything due to her panic. Crys kept pacing about for a few more minutes before swiftly and decidedly sitting upon her bed in a fit of upset. She placed her head in her hands and gave a grunt of frustration. She sat there, thinking and worrying about what happened until she couldn't take it anymore. Crys stood up and looked out of her bedroom window. It was night outside. Crys hadn't noticed how long she had been wallowing in her regret.

"What do I do?" Crys asked herself while gazing out the window.

She sighed loudly and opened up her window. Crys could feel the cool night air coming into her room. It was soothing in an odd sort of way, like the night was kindly inviting Crys outside to ease her worries. Crys zoned out for a moment, deciding on if she wanted to accept the night's invitation and soon found herself en-route to the abandoned stadium as a werewolf for a breath of fresh air.