Girl meets herself

Back to School✔️

Riley's POV
It had been 2 weeks since I left the hospital. I was finally was going back to school for the first time in what felt like forever. Sadly, well I thought it would be sad, it was a Friday,The Friday before Christmas break, meaning i had one day of school, than two more weeks of. Technically I wasn't supposed to back, but I had quarter 2 test, and if I didn't take them, I'd have to repeat 8th grade. I had mixed emotions. I was slightly nervous, what were people going to think when I came down the hall way in a wheelchair. My mom helped me with my hair put light makeup on to cover my many still visible scars. It was the first time I ever wore makeup to school. I nibbled on my breakfast, than Dad helped me get into the car. Still traveling in a wheelchair, for 4-6 more weeks, I would be doing that a lot.
For about 5 minutes, Dad and I made very awkward small talk, until I decided to put in my earbuds. 15 minutes later we arrived at school. Dad showed me to my locker. Maya walked up to my locker, and she caught me up on stuff, like fashion. Everyone now had a pair of fringy short black boots. Maya had two pairs, and brought in one boot for me.
"Thanks," I said.
She put in my locker combination.
"For future reference it's 41-17-11," she said before rolling me into history.
In the middle of the test, I began to panic. Feeny had taught Belgium 1831-, 1832, and 1834. I began to cry, My dad had taught me as much as he could. It was really hard, because I had forgotten everything he taught me before the accident.  it was the same in math and science. I was never more excited for lunch.
I sat down with Maya, Lucas, and Farkle. There was an awkward silence for near 5 minutes. I wanted to scream. Like before did we not used to talk? Is it because of me? Finally, Lucas broke the silence.
"So Riley, I really missed you," he said.
"Thanks Laa-Luu-Luke," I replied, that didn't sound right, however I liked it.
"It's," Maya and Farkle gave him a stare,"never mind," he said.
"Sorry. I forgot," I mumbled.
For the rest of lunch, it was very awkward.
After lunch I had 3 more classes, ELA, French, and PE. I was terrified for French. I can barely remember English, how was I going to handle French. I was looking forward to PE. Probably because I didn't have to do it. My dad had talked to the P.E. Teacher. Until feather notice, I would go to my dads class room. It worked out, that that was his free period. Soon after I got out of French, I went to my locker. I put all my stuff away and went to my dads classroom. Only where was it. I looked around the school. I saw the restrooms, and the office. I went to the office.
"Hello, where is my dads classroom?" I asked.
" room 18, floor 1," the receptionist said, like she didn't care.
"Can you show me which way it is?" I asked, but she went back to typing, "I guess not." And I wheeled away.
I went around the building till I found room 18, Tears were falling off my eyes by then.
"Riley! Were were you?" My dad asked with a concerned tone.
"I got lost," I whispered.
"We need to talk about something," my dad said. I began to get scared.
"So I got the results from your test, you failed."
"What? For what classes?" I panicked.
"All of them but math. You got a 71 on that," my dad said.
"Will I have to repeat, will all my friends be in high school but me!" I asked.
"I talked to the principle yancy. You can either retake them after break, or join an online school and do that until high school starts." My dad said.
"When do I have to chose by?" I questioned.
"End of break. However if you chose to retake the test you will need to study a lot," he said. We sat in silence for a few minutes, until I was dismissed to go too my locker. I got my stuff and returned to my dads room. I put in my earbuds again and listened to music.
Finally, my Dad was ready to go. When we got into the car I started to cry. What if I failed my retakes. Although maybe I could just join the online school. At least until my memory returned. It was so awkward today. It's almost like, I don't know something. Maybe There is something I don't know.
"Riley are you ok?" My dad asked.
"Ye-no-i don't know!" Than I broke down, again.
"Well what's wrong?" He questioned.
"I don't know," I replied, wanting to end the conversation.
I wanted to go straight to my room, only I couldn't. My parents decided it was to hard always carrying me back and forth and they decided they were only taking me up there for bed and stuff like that.
Soon my mom got home. She looked at me and knew I wasn't fine. She took me into her and dads room, which wasn't upstairs to talk. I told her what I wanted to. That night for dinner we had spaghetti and grapes. At about 8:45 we began the nightly routine. By 9:00 I was in bed, with about 100 pillows surrounding my body. My parents didn't want me to fall out. It's a wonder they didn't get me a crib. Suddenly I herd something. My bay window slowly opened.
"Luke?" I asked.
"Hi Riley, I wanted to apologize for today. I'm sorry your first day back ways so awkward." He said, "and my name is actually Lucas."
"Can I call you Luke?" I whispered.
"Of course," Lucas replied.
"Does my dad know your here?" I said.
"I gotta go!" Lucas said leaving.