The Girl Who Cried Wolf

Chapter 5: Whispering

   I had a strange dream last night. I was inside a 3D triangle and it was covered in some kind of flower I didn't recognize. It had a long stem and the blossoms would come out on all sides of it. They were a deep purple, almost blue. The boy from across the street was there too. Although, it took me a while to notice him.

He had on clothes that had been practically all ripped to shreds and no shoes. Then, I looked at the flowers and back at where he was standing but, he wasn't there anymore. It was as if he had vanished. Then a horrible pain took over my whole body, like my muscles were ripping apart. And the last thing I remember was falling through the triangle and into a meadow of blue and purple.

I push back the comforter and stretch my arms and legs, making a star fish on the bed. I yawn and stand up, making sure to get up on the right side of the bed. Don't want any bad luck today. I take off my PJs and through them in a corner somewhere. It took me all day yesterday to figure out what to wear and I came up with nothing special other than a peach colored tank top with light blue jeans and my white GAP sweatshirt. I through on a gold necklace with a heart and earrings to accessorize.

I head to the bathroom and brush my teeth. Then, I put on some mascara and two swipes of Peaches And Cream lip gloss. I also brush my blonde hair and pin my bangs back with a bobby pin. Once I think I look good enough to go out in public, I start down the stairs to the kitchen. It smells like bacon and eggs. Yay!

"Good morning Celeste!" My mom sings while scrambling three eggs on the stove.

"Good morning." I reply less enthusiastically.

My mom is usually always in a good mood. She's one of those people who don't let anything make them upset. Sometimes, it seems like she doesn't have a care in the world.

"Ready for your big day?" Asks Dad.

"More...or less. Yeah...less" I hesitate.

"Now that's what I like to hear" He replies, his nose glued to the morning paper. Obviously, not really listening.

Mom slides my plate down the bar. "Order's up," she smiles, and I smile back. "now hurry up and finish. Don't want you to be late on your first day." She winks at me and takes a plate of bacon and eggs for herself and goes to sit in front of the TV after giving a plate to my dad who mutters his thanks.

I go over to the fridge and pour myself a glass of orange juice and drink it down in four gulps. Then, I go sit down on the table beside my dad. I inhale my food and grab my bag. I check my watch. It's eight twenty three, great I'm already late. I walk towards the entryway.

"Bye, sweety! See you tonight!" Mom says to me in her sing-song voice.

"See you!" I say back.

I grab my shoes and go sit on the bottom stair to tie them. Meanwhile, my mom moves from the couch to the chair where I was sitting just a minute ago. They start to whisper to each other. That's weird, why would they need to whisper?

So, I go over to the wall on the left side of the staircase. A place right behind the table where they're sitting and where I can't be seen. Yes, I am eavesdropping...but, I want to know why they are whispering.

"...is a full moon..."

"Alright...think...be here?..."

"I have no idea", Mom sighs.

"...his favorite place"

I peek around the wall for a second and see my mom with her head in her hands and my dad with his hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. Is she crying? Why would she be? And who is "he"? I glance back at my watch. Shit. I really have to go...

"Maybe he just doesn't want to be found." Dad says a little louder than before.

"I don't want to find him, I want to know if he's alright!" She shouts.

Wow, what could they possibly be talking about to make her this upset? Mom is never upset. Unless I put myself in danger, but I rarely run out into the middle of a busy street to get a football anymore.

"...whatever I can do." My dad rubs her back in a circular motion.

Mom just nods and stares at a place by the TV.

Alright, well, I can't stay here any longer. My parents think I left five minutes ago and I really don't want to be late.

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When I finally arrive at school, I throw my bike against a tree and tie it using my chain and lock it. There aren't any people left outside. Great job Celeste, great job. I should write a handbook on how to make bad first impressions-- or how to be late on the first day of school. I rush through the front gates and look around for some kind of sign that'll take me to the front desk. I had to turn around in a circle at least four times before I saw a dark green door that had a paper with "front desk" printed on it in the window.

I ran, practically sprinted to the door and yanked it open. There's an old lady with obviously-dyed-it dark brown hair, reading a paperback sitting behind a wooden desk.

She looks up from her book, clearly annoyed, and says "How can I help you?". She raises her eyebrows at me waiting for me to catch my breath.

"Um... I'm new." I explain.

"I see...hmm...now, what's your name?" She types something into the computer on her desk.

"Celeste Meyer" I say.

She nods and types some more. Then I hear a beeping of a printer and she pulls out a paper from under her desk. Writes something on it and hands it to me.

"This is your schedule and this..., she opens a drawer and takes out another paper,...is a map of the campus. It's not very big but it might be hard to find your way around if you've never been... Good luck!"

"Thanks" I take the pages from her and head out the door.