Catastrophe and the Cure

Chapter 2

After all that excitment with the lovely laday at the indoor gym, I walked inside the theatre room.

There must of been about 60 students. They were all ready to take their picture taken for their Cathedral City High School I.D. card. I was one of the last ones to go. All thanks to the fact that I needed to go home, have my mother sign the "sign up" papers just so I could enter my Sophmore classes. Whatever, after having a drive back to school from home for the 3rd time, I had gotten over the fact that my own mother, had forgetten to not only sign me up for my second year of high school, but she also had forgotten to sign my shots sheet, (a sheet agreeing that the student had taken all the necessary human shots), as if we were some kind of animal that we needed shots. It's not like we have cooties, or ravies. Well, some of us do show that type of weirdness sometimes, I guess I can't blame the teachers and School staff for the extra effort to make sure of it.

I make it to second period, Administration/ Business & Marketing.

Oh, great! I'm late. As I walk in, I look for the teacher and say 'uh...Mrs. Acosta?'.

I hear girls call my name and guys saying 'what's up dude? Long time no see'.

I try to ignore them, and look for the teacher, I finally see her in the corner at her desk, hiding from all chaos of kids talking about their summer. Mrs. Acosta was about 5'9, kind of chubby, dark sholder length hair, and wore glasses, almost Harry Potter like. I gave her my schedule, she signed it and I took a seat next to a friend who didn't waste any time calling my name and demanding to sit next to him.

Nigel was his name, my friend, the one I sat next to. He was my boyfriend last year, for about 10seconds, then I broke up with him because I got bored of people. I know, lame, but It's the truth. He wasn't the type of guy to hate me for it. We talked about our summer, just like everyone else did. He was ok with everyone else wanting to ask a million and one questions to me.

"where have you been girl?''

"How was your summer?"

"Did you go anywhere special?"

"Why didn't you ever answer any of my texts or calls?"

"are you still dating that one girl?"

"Are you single now?"

"Going to cheer practice with me today?"

Oh shit! I had forgotten all about cheer practice. Ugh!

I went through all of my classes, including lunch. Lunch was a bit akward, I sat with old friends, ate Hot Cheetos and followed it with a green tea lemonade Arizona drink and tried not to look for anyone special. Talked about all my classes and how I'm already bored of school. Alot of my friends where back to see me, alot of them looking at me with confused faces. Its like they wanted me to be upset, or something like that. More like they were EXPECTING to see me depressed and uncomfortable. Nonethe less they were happy though. As much as I tried not to talk as much, I finally got over lunch. 5th period was Dance, I didn't have to do Physical Ed because I was a Cheerleader and I could get away with it. 6th period was Theatre with Mr. Deelen. (Dee-len). I really liked Mr. Deelen, not in the creepy way but in the way where he liked me because I was a good "actress" meaning I was good at lying. Either way, as long as I pass the class.

School was over, and I was extremely reliefed that I was able to survive the first day. As I began to walk towards my car, I couldn't help but notice something different. I felt like my backpack was heavier. As soon as I get in the car, I open my backpack in curiosity. "GORGEOUS!" I hear someone yell...inside my car. I turn around while screaming for my dear life. Oh no...its who I think it is...Starr.