Breaking The Code

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

I pursed out my lips as I exhaled and inhaled the warm humid wet Connecticut air. I closed my eyes and let darkness replace the peaceful neighborhood in front of me I block out all sounds of birds chirping, and the soft engines of cars and trucks. Concentrate Bella remember what dad said concentrate on breathing.

Dads voice floats around my blank mind his deep voice echoes like a noise in  dark twisted never ending tunnel.

Breathe just focus on...breathing.

I squeezed my already shut eyes harder, and a soft soreness appeared on my eyelid. Something that simple breathing. Why can't I breathe? Why? Why am I over reacting? Most of the 8 billion teenagers on Earth go through this every single year. It is supposed to get easier year by year. Why do I always go through this every single year. It is just another school.

No,  this high school. This is where the ultimate test is.

"Well you still have college" I mumble under my breath.

I blew out a huge gush of air that was growing within my chest. I hope there is someone at my bus stop this year. Not once in my school life have I ever had anyone at my bus stop. Nope not in my elementary. Not in school in New Hampshire, not in middle school either. I was hoping when we moved here in Connecticut that this "no bus buddy" thing would change.

I open my eyes groaning trying to adjust to the sudden brightness I squint until my eyes are back to their regular shape. I hear something that sounds like a mixture of fingernails scraping on a chalkboard and a cat dying. I wince and cup my ears with both of my hands, looking around trying to find the source of this horrible sound.

My eyes wandered around I focused my gaze to, two older ladies wearing matching sweat pants they were talking to each other while walking at the same time. Can't be them.

This dreadful sound coming from the three girls' mouths grew louder I pressed my hands harder on my ears. I twisted my neck awkwardly looking for any sign of a human making this noise. Down the road I see two figures clutching their stomachs with their arms circling around their belly, laughing like Larry.

What could be that funny where anyone would make a noise like that? 

I can see the two girls straighten up, and they use their back of their hands to run their cheek as if they were crying. Scrunching my eyebrows together, I began to wonder more what was so funny to them. The two figures turn their heads to me their mouths were shaking as if they were holding in a laugh. Seconds later they stopped staring at me the horrible sound returned.

Oh. They were laughing at me.

I hesitantly looked down at my clothes I was wearing. Ok?

I was wearing soft dark wash jeans, a thin pink crop top that had light pink stripes going across, a white tank top to go under the shirt, and black converses. My straight light brown hair was left down today.

Maybe my hair was a mess?

I held in breath as I raised my right hand to the top of head I hesitantly pressed my palm to the top of my head. If, I was to have a bad hair day my hair would be in tangled balls around my head.

There were no tangled balls in my head.

I blew out the air the I held in out, I patted one more time then ran my fingers through my silky soft pin straight hair. I frowned, why were they even laughing? I think I look pretty decent. I seemed to blend in I think. Finally the laughing died down, and the two girls straightened up and began talking to one another. I noticed there was another figure that was there.