Grace Amstrong

Part 6

The director took my backpack. Of course it was in all black. I was just thinking of ways, how I could get out of this mess. She was going to take me to math and then front of the class she will try to figure it out. It was a waste of time and a lot of embarrassing eye contact. She walked into the room. Everybody were staring at us. But I tried not to look at them. At Peter.

"So tell me, students. Who did this to Grace?" Julia asked. Everybody were silence. I could only hear my heartbeats. Nobody answered.

"Please forget it, please. I just fell!!" I shouted and run out of class. I lost it. Grace Amstrong ran like a little girl, who saw a spider. But I didn't give a damn. I went home. For a second I thought that I will run away. Away from this shitty life and take Georg with me. Because we don't deserve that crap. I went down on my knees. Staring at my window. I broke. I broke my promise. The tears slowly running down my face.

Last time I cried was when me and my mom went up to the mountains. Just to walk and rest. We had our moments. Mother, daughter moments. The mountains were my favourite place in the whole world. It was so relaxing, beautiful up there. I would just sit for hours and watch the world that I live in. That world what was so wonderful. My mom said to me, that lets race to home. It was like 2 yards or something. Running was my thing. Only thing that I was good at. I ran like I could. My feet hitting the rocks but it didn't hurt at first. Step by step everything got harder. My legs were hurting like hell. Then it all happened, I fell. I fell hard. From the mountains. I took a wrong step. Stumbling down. Hitting my back against the rocks. I just cried. Nobody was there. My mom was already down. I would talk to myself trying to calm down. But still hoping that some one will come and save me. I closed my eyes. Trying to think of something wonderful.

The next moment I was in the hospital. The room was all white. Mom was talking with the doctor next to me.

"Grace are you awake?" The doctor asked. Slowly putting his hand on my shoulder. I could only nod because it was hard to breathe

"You have bone cancer, Grace."

Those words broke me. My life changed from that moment. I started to wear black, talk less, smile less, trust less, love less. I didn't do anything. Even the knowledge that there a big chances that I may not live long. I still didn't care. I wanted to die. I 13-year-old girl. Wanted to die. Because of that human being she was. All thanks to the society. Because society was the one who started to bully her, make fun of her short hair, what disappeared after chemotherapy. My family started to fall apart because we had trouble with money, finding jobs, being together. Then came Max and all the other lovers.

"Grace?" I heard a little voice behind me. I wiped my tears and looked at the door. Georg was standing there with his little dinosaur blanket.

"Are you okay?" He asks. I invited him to sit next to me. Looking out the window once again. "All that matters is that I love you, Georg." I look at him. He didn't understand me.

"I love you too, Grace. I really do. Not because you are my sister. Well you are my sister but you are an amazing human being." He smiled. And I started to giggle bit.

"Thank you."

Me and Georg never had these kind of moments. But I really needed them. I needed Georg. My only family. Maybe if dad wouldn't had left and mom will be our true mom. Then maybe me and Georg wouldn't be this close. Sometimes bad things bring people together.

The next day. I took my drugs and make the breakfast for Georg and this time for me too. Because Georg made me to do it. Mom still had not come home. The question with no answer was the only thing on my mind this morning. I couldn't think of Peter. Of dad or anything else. Just why?I pushed the big red doors open. I had history today as the first lesson. That meant Peter, Taylor and Zac. The gang was standing next to the door. Zac checked on the girls asses. Like everyday. When Peter saw me. He just walked towards me. I was scared. I had no idea what to do. Could I still look at him? His light brown eyes? His messy dark hair? His smile? His lips, what seemed so soft? Could I even dream?

"Grace?" He said my name, trying to get my attention.

"I'm in a hurry." I wanted to walk past him. But he put his hands on my shoulder, looking into my eyes.

"I'm sorry..."-"Now I know how good you are in lying and what you really meant by that we would just make a face what happened after history never happened. You should totally try acting." I winked at him.

"What do you mean?" He slide his hand from my shoulders down to my hand. His hands were so warm. I was like made of ice.

"I mean that you are precisely like your mates. You are like Zac. You aren't nothing special or different. You are another jerk. Like if it isn't enough. "I looked him in the eyes. I was in rage. It was the same feeling when I slapped him. But this time I walked away. His eyes stayed there. Peter was like sculpture that couldn't move.