Suddenly Rhea

3. Are you okay Mills?

It is easier to plug ear pods in your ears and forget everything. The sweet moment when words are dancing in your head, when tunes and instruments merge  together. The sweet music wafting in your ears. Until someone pulls your ear pods off your ears. And suddenly you realize you're in the school hallway, walking among a crowd of noisy teenagers trying to lay low.

"Rhea fucking Millie Cartwright!" May stood in front of me with an angry expression. Her sweet angelic face looked demonic at the moment. Ohh...I forgot to say I gave Rhea my name as her middle name. It was during one of those spur of the moment ideas that got to you I was like, why can't she have my middle name? So I named her.

Right now the name reminded me that behind the pretty dark girl I was stuck inside I was still Millie. She was me as I had created her. She was me. She was a part of my imagination, deep down Rhea, Millie belonged.

I stared at the spitfire Infront of me wondering what I'd done to her. Thinking of all the reasons why she would be mad, why she was looking at me her eyes so frightful. I almost cowered in fear.
1. I was Rhea's imposter.
2. I stole Rhea's body or I drifted off into her body.
3. She knew I was not Rhea.
4. She bloody knew I was not Rhea!!!
5. Did I forget she bloody knew? Right I said so.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" May shook me slightly. I stared at her blankly. What was i supposed to say to someone who I was seeing for the second day in my life? Being an author didn't mean I was supposed to be buddy buddy with my characters. They say do not meet your heroes I say do not meet your characters.

"You missed swimming practice Rhea!" May said her voice lowering a bit, "what is bloody happening to you Mills?"

Mills. She didn't know it, I presume that is what she called Rhea whenever Rhea was bored. Mills. Nobody had called me Mills in a long time. Nobody had cared for me to ask what was wrong. Felix, my brother never bothered to ask what was wrong. But here was a total stranger asking if I was bloody okay. I wanted to cry. I hadn't realized tears were streaming down my cheeks.

I didn't want to be here I wanted to be back home even if I was being bullied. I missed my room. I missed my novel collection. I missed my life as Millie Rayes Jackson. Even though it was boring. Even though I was bullied. Even though my dad hated me and my brother ignored me. It was home.

Yesterday day when I called Rhea's mum she was shocked it seemed as if Rhea wouldn't call her at all. She would rather get a ride from her friends or just drive. On the ride home her mum every once in a while would turn to look back at me.

"Come here," May outstretched her arms to me. Pulling me to an empty class. I cried in her arms. It had been long since someone had offered me comfort. She didn't ask me what was wrong she just went on murmuring words of comfort to me. I cried until I had no more tears left.

"I'm sorry I've ruined your top," I mumbled staring at the wet shirt. But she smiled at me.

"Ooh...it's okay, that's what friends are for." She said" come on let's get you to class before River comes here."

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After my mini breakdown in the morning, May and I went to class. After crying everything seemed a bit better, I was less overwhelmed.
Since Rhea was  my creation and I was the one who made her. I think I was supposed to make her a better character. Rewrite her story, correct her mistakes.

In my classes almost every stared at me, I could feel their eyes burning holes in my back. Their side glances, I could here murmurs when they thought I wasn't looking. In class teachers were amazed that I was attentive though I didn't answer questions. My anxiety could not allow me to answer questions in class.