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Chapter Five: Who Are You?

Monday, January 19th (Edited 6/30/24)

First day of school...

"Come on, honey, you'll be late for your first day of school!" Mom calls from outside of my room.

"I'm not going."

"You have to go," Mom calls back, "I know it's been rough, but honey you can't stay locked in there forever."

"Watch me," I mutter.

"Don't make me remove your door!"

I groan, "Fine, I'm coming."

"I'll be back in five minutes if you don't get down here!"

"If you don't get down here," I mock my mother as I roll out of bed and onto the floor. I let out a yell into the carpet, before getting up. I throw my blankets back onto my bed before moving to open my closet. Glaring at my clothes, I pick out black pants and a black shirt while also grabbing socks and my black combat boots. I throw my hair up into a messy bun and throw on a choker.

"Now I look like the dead," I mutter as I slam my closet closed. I snatch up my back pack and skip down the stairs. Luci, mom, and dad look up at me from the dining table as I enter. They all seem to be holding back some words.

"Uh, ready?" Luci asks.

I grab a piece of toast, "No."

"Great, let's go," He says standing up.

"Have a good day, kiddos," Dad says. I resist the urge to glare at him as I follow Luci to his car.

"Thanks for driving me," I mutter as I get in.

"No problem," He says. He puts on some light music as we drive to school. We pull up to the school and I hop out. Luci gives me a little wave before he drives off. I walk towards the front doors, ignoring the stares I get. They all know who I am now, because of the Skeleton, and I'm sure they all know my friends are dead...or imprisoned.

I find my usual seat and sit down, staring at the black board. I try, very hard, to ignore the empty seat next to me where Mark usually sits. I know someone's going to sit there and there's nothing I can do about it.

"Good morning, class," The teacher says after we've all entered. This is going to be a rough day. Probably a rough year.

...

I walk outside, lunch tray in hand, and glance at the picnic table. A group of people sit at it, at our table. Sighing, I walk over to a tree and sit beneath it. I poke my sandwich with my finger. I'm not hungry. I set it beside me and stare at the friend group, sitting at my old picnic table. They all laugh, three guys, and three girls. I look away quickly, before I start remembering anything. I pick up a piece of grass and begins tearing it, piece by piece.

"What did the grass ever do to you?"

I look up, a guy stands before me, "It looked at me the wrong way."

"Yikes, remind me not to do that." 

"Who are you?" I toss the remaining grass piece aside.

"Oh, right," The guy laughs, he sits down in front of me, his green eyes smiling with him, "I'm Flynn, and you're Morgan."

"Yes, I am," I say, giving him a questioning look, "What do you want, Flynn?"

"Right, um, my sister was Rachel...Rachel Madison," Flynn says, scratching the back of his neck, his frosted tips curling in front of his eyebrows.