My Crazy Life

Chapter 30

I'm now making dinner. Well. Trying too. I haven't cooked since my mom died. She'd teach me new ways to cook. But after she died I just gave up.
But anyways. I prepared chicken with rice. It's simple but yet delicious. I then go upstairs and pick out some clothes. I put on black skinny jeans, a dark red v-neck shirt and my black combat boots.
As I'm walking downstairs the doorbell rings. I open the door and I see Jason and supposedly Aaron.
"Hey. Come in." I say and open the door wider. Jason is wearing the same thing before. Aaron has black hair and brown eyes. Aaron is wearing a black sweater and grey jeans with black converses.
"Hi. I'm Aaron." Aaron says and sticks his hand out. I shake his hand and wave at Jason.
"Dinner is ready." I say. We walk to the kitchen.
"Smells good." I hear Jason say. We all sit down.
"Where'd you guys move from?" I ask, trying to start a conversation.
"From Kentucky." Aaron answers.
"Why? If I may ask?" I hesitantly say. I know not to get too deep, because it may hurt to talk about the past.
"College." Jason answers. I nod.
"Where are your parents?" Aaron asks. I stiffen. The first question you ask is where are my parents? Nothing else like, how old are you? Or something.
"T-they uh. Died." I mumbled. I won't let tears come out. I need to stay strong. I'm not just some weak girl.
"Oh. Sorry." Aaron says. I give him a weak smile. I look at Jason and see him staring at his food, looks like he's in deep thought.
"Where are you going to school, Jason?" I ask him, changing the subject. Jason's head snaps up.
"Western Brach High-school." Jason says.
"Me too! You start tomorrow?" I ask. Jason nods. "I'll show you around tomorrow." I say.
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The rest of dinner consisted of us getting to know each other. I notice Jason doesn't talk much. Aaron did most of talking. The only time Jason would speak is when I asked him a question. Maybe he had a rough past. Well he isn't the only one.
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I put on my black jeans, a dark purple shirt, my leather jacket, and my combat boots. I put my cigarettes in my back pocket, along with the lighter and my phone.
I lock up the house and notice Jason walking out.
"Jason! Hey." I call out. He walks towards me.
"Morning." He says. I pull a cigarette out and light it. I put it in my mouth. I notice Jason staring it so I offer him one. He takes on and lights it.
"Thanks." He says.
"No problem." I say. We reach the school and people start to stare at Jason and I. We throw our cigarettes away.
"I heard there's a murder at this school. Do you know them?" Jason asks.
"Apparently you don't know me. I am-used- to be her best friend. I also dated her brother." I explain with a cold laugh.
"Oh. What happened?" He asks.
"Well. We made up. Her brother asked me out. I said yes. My dad died. I lashed out and got drunk. She told Zach, my ex, to break up with me, and all my other friends agreed. The last two months for me was parties, getting drunk, hooking up and smoking." I explain. Jason slowly nods, taking in all this information.
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Jason had all classes with me. Except 3rd period. The period with Tori. Tori kept glancing at me.
It's now lunch time and I'm walking with Jason.
"And here we are. The glorious cafeteria. Where drama happens. Where food fights start." I say. Jason chuckles. We walk in and the first thing I notice is Emily talking to my old group of friends.
"Excuse me real quick." I tell Jason. He nods. I may not be friends with the group anymore, but I will not let Emily hurt them.
I reach the table and tap on Emily's shoulder. She turns to face me, along with the gang.
"Didn't I tell you not to mess with them?" I coldly ask.
"Yes. But do I listen to sluts? No." Emily says.
"Do we need a recap on what happened last time? Because I'll gladly show Jason, the new kid, what I can do." I threaten.
"You can't do shit." Emily spats. Emily then smacks me. Th slap echoes through the whole cafeteria, making heads turn to us, including Jason's. I then pick Emily up by her shirt.
"Hit me again. Do it!" I scream. Emily snacks me again.
"Do it one more times!" I shout in her face. Emily doesn't. I then take that chance to punch her in the eye.
"I said hit me! Fight back. Isn't this what you want?" I spat at her.
"I would if I wasn't being held!" Emily says. I then put her down.
"C'mon then." I say. Emily then tackles me, causing me to fall with her on top of me. Emily then starts to punch me. I take a few hits before blocking one and turning us over. I then punch her face, repeatedly. I then bring my hand to her throat and start choking her.
I won't stop now. I'll fucking kill her. Her face starts turning red. She starts choking. Someone then pulls me off of her. They struggle before getting me off. I turn to see Zach.
"Why'd you do that!" I shout at him.
"You were going to kill her!" Zach says.
"I was going for that, genius. I won't just watch her harass you guys! You guys used-still mean a lot to me!" I shout.
"That's the thing. You have anger issues." Tori says, coming up to us. Emily is still on the floor.
"Why the fuck do you care what issues I have!" I say.
"Because. You were my best friend once." Tori states.
"Yeah. I was. Look who threw that away. It wasn't my fault my parents died! It's not my fault I'm fucking breaking!" I shout.
"No one is blaming you." Tori says.
"Except me." Emil coughs out, getting up. I then charge at her but Zach holds me back.
"Put me down." I growl.
"Don't hurt her." Zach says. I nod and sigh in annoyance. Zach puts me down. Without a word I walk out. You know what? Fuck them. I'm done with this shit.
I need to calm down. But I can't. It's too hard. I'm angry. I'm sad. I'm pissed off. I'm confused.
Is this what grief is like? Or is this what going crazy is like?
I wonder how Tori felt when she was sent away.
I wonder how my mother felt during the car accident.
I wonder how my father felt when he got shot.
I wonder how Zach must've felt when he had to break up with me.
And then it clicks. I'm not the only one going through a hard time. I've been to selfish to notice everyone else. Zach and Tori's dad is still out there. Tori has to face people calling her a murder everyday. Zach has to face being the murders brother. Hailey has to face her foster parents. Jason and Aaron are facing something too.
I'm not the only one. But it sure as hell seems like it. God I feel so guilty right now. I've been letting my anger out on other people for so long now, that I didn't even notice that other people are going through the same thing.
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Zoey finally comes to her senses. Good for her. Or is it?