It's been two years since Jude has passed. And due to COVID'S strike, a lot of things have changed. Both Melissa and I were doing online schooling while our parents were too worried about masks and politics to make sure we were actually turning assignments in. But soon enough, our mother got multiple calls about how they couldn't even give us a grade because of the major loss of work.
They honestly didn't want us to be on the internet as much as we had to for those few months because we weren't getting the social time average kids needed. So they did explore other options, one being transferring us to an open school.
By how fast they agreed on it, I assume it was actually the only option. It wouldn't fix my grade problem, at least how they wanted it to. My grades have always been a problem, mainly because I have a traveling brain. For example, when I'm given an assignment, I'm only able to focus on it for about 5 minutes until I start looking around the classroom, counting sheep and stars. Seeing which color appears in the classroom the most. I'm unable to focus on just one thing for long before my brain explores the things around me, finding new things each time.
As for my sister, she's actually the smarter of the two of us. Or at least I've always viewed her that way. The only time I've heard of her getting a grade below anything but a C was when she was in 6th grade and her eyes didn't work so well. Which meant she saw letters and numbers on the board as blurs and globs of nothing, the assignments handed to her almost resembling gibberish. When she finally spoke up about it to our mother, she was given a pair of glasses a few months after. Our first day at Marion was on December 16th. 3 days before then, we went on a shopping spree for school supplies, even got new backpacks and a few pairs of socks. My mother didn't want us to look like a low income family, at least not on the first day.
The school's principal, Mr. Lloyd, reached out to my mother and offered to give me and my sister a tour of the school the day before we started. Which she agreed to almost instantly. So did Melissa and I. We were sure it would help us find our way around the school if no student lended us a hand the first day.
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Family Pestilence
Paranormale"I'm gone now, but I'm still very near. Death can never separate us. Each time you feel a gentle breeze, it's my hand caressing your face. Each time the wind blows, it carries my voice, whispering your name. When the wind blows your hair ever so sli...
