9:30 AM TUESDAY 24/2/15 - RYDEN'S POV
Mum and dad had made me go to school. I'd dawdled in getting ready, successfully missing my bus, but my older brother, Zeke, had suggested he drive me.
I'd yelled at him for the first half of the drive and sulked the rest of the time.
Now, I was trying to focus on my maths work.
It was only first period and I was already exhausted and completely done with school.
I missed Aidan.
I didn't know where she was, what she was doing. It was maddening, what she'd done. It was stupid.
So
goddamn
stupid.
What the hell was I supposed to do to help her? How was I supposed to deal with this stress? I was already freaking out about school, about my family, about everything. Why would she think it was okay to burden me with this as well?
"Ryden?"
I looked up at the sound of my teachers voice. Everyone else was staring at me.
"What?" I muttered.
"Can you come here please?" the teacher rose her eyebrows at me. I stood up, shuffling over to her desk.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Miss Verakov would like to see you." she said. "Take your things, you won't be coming back to class."
As I turned around with a sigh, she added something that made me freeze for a moment.
"I'm sorry about your friend."
I walked away and grabbed my stuff, embarrassed at the tears burning in my eyes. I stormed out, making sure I slammed the door behind me.
I put my books in my locker before I went to Miss Verakov's office, needing to clear my head and not wanting to talk to the woman.
Miss Verakov was the school psychologist. I'd spoken to her once, a couple of weeks after my brother had gotten cancer. He'd ended up getting better, but only after Miss Verakov had spoken to me. I'd been fine at the time, because I was only ten - I didn't really understand that Zeke could have died.
My mum must have called the school and told them what had happened, and how messed up I was about it. She shouldn't have. They had no right to know.
"Ryden?" Miss Verakov said.
I realised that I had been standing outside her door for about five minutes without even noticing.
God, I really didn't want to talk to her.
"Come in, Ryden," the woman smiled at me, opening the door wider.
I stepped inside, hating the world.
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