Dead Girl's Fate (discontinued)

Chapter 2

My stomach was turning. I looked around, but my vision was blurry. I had words on the tip of my tongue, but they just wouldn't come out. I shook with fear.
"Mrs. Reeler, would..."
My head shot up to Mrs. Reeler, the English teacher. She was standing at her desk, looking annoyed that I failed her assignment.
"What?" I breathed.
"Would you like," she put emphasis on her words, as if talking to a little child who didn't understand her, "To sit down?"
I nodded and rushed back to my seat. Once I sat down I saw a familiar head turn to face me. Isaac was sitting in front of me.
"For a rebellious girl like you, you don't seem like the one to have stage fright," he smirked.
"Oh, yes, I'm so rebellious," I retorted, "And I don't have stage fright," I said, and then turned my attention to the student that was currently giving their speech to show that I was done with the conversation. I could still see Isaac's brown eyes looking at me from the corner of my eye.
It wasn't my fault that I had to give a speech about something that I have absolutely no intentions of talking about. Impromptu speeches are totally useless. Then Mrs. Reeler makes me get up and talk about the worst moment of my life and how it made me a better person. Who shares that stuff anyway?
I got chills just thinking about that moment in my life. Fortunately, I didn't dig too deep into the past, thanks to the lunch bell ringing.

Madilyn set her tray down next to me.
"Oh, honey are you okay?" Her brown curls were bouncing as her head turned to face me, "Mrs. Reeler's an old hag, and I'll beat anyone up who wants to make fun of you," she said, with a face that I think was serious, but actually made her look like a cute little bunny.
"I can handle myself," I said laughing.
"You know," Madilyn started, "I know it's only been like a week since school started, but I think you should go out and make some more friends. I don't want you to stop being my friend or anything, but I just think maybe it'd be good for you,"
That was odd.
"Why? I have you and Jack, who seems to be missing today," I just noticed that he was missing. Scanning the cafeteria for a sight of his dark hair, I found him in the corner of the room, sitting with an unfamiliar girl.
Madilyn followed my gaze to where Jack was.
"How come he's sitting alone over there?" She asked.
"Mad, there's a girl sitting next to him," I laughed nervously. She looked back at me. "Cara, I think you're crazy. He's by himself,"
"But-" I started, then I looked over at him again. The girl was looking at me, emotionless. Then, a guy walked past their table, blocking her. When he walked past, she was gone. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. She's still gone.
"I think I'm going crazy," I said, a bit confused. Standing up, I brushed the crumbs of my food off my jeans, and walked over to Jack.
"What are you doing?" I asked as I approached his table.
"Studying for calc. It'd be physically impossible to study while listening to you and Mads jabber all the time,"
Suddenly I saw a black notebook sitting on the other side of the table.
"Is this yours?" I asked.
"No, I don't know where that came from," he stated. I sat in the chair across from Jack and looked down at the unclaimed notebook. My fingers grazed the worn cover. It almost didn't feel real, like it didn't belong where it was at. I picked up the corner and just barely got it off the page.
"You should return that to the lost and found," Jack stated. I dropped the notebook cover.
"Yeah," I said, "I will after lunch."
"Good, then I'll see you later," he said standing up.
"See you," I mumbled and went back to where I was with Madilyn. I took my bag and shoved the notebook in my backpack.
Yeah, let me put a notebook in the lost and found for some non-exsisting girl to pick it back up.
"Is that yours?" Madilyn asked.
"Uh, yeah," I lied, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, "I left it in bio."
I was packing my things into my bag with a sudden urge to get out of this place. I want to leave, but I don't want to be alone. Therefore I need someone who won't question what I'm doing, they'll just go with it.
I scanned the room once again.
There.
"See you later!" I smiled brightly at Madilyn.
"Where are you going?" She asked as I started walking away.
"Somewhere better than this trashy place!" I yelled, getting farther away. I turned on my heels to face away from her and came upon my destination.
"Hey Isaac," I smirked. He was sitting at a table with what seems like the majority of the baseball team. They were all looking at me, then to him.
"Hey," he responded, with a little wave.
"Do you want to leave?" I asked bluntly.
"What?" He shook his head.
"Do you want to leave?" I asked again, pausing between each word.
"With you?" He asked. Isaac seemed confused, but I could see the smile on his face.
"No, with your grandma's cat," I responded sarcastically, "Yes, with me," I clarified, rolling my eyes.
One of the boys whistled at the table. I let it slide, but I definitely did not have to.
"Yeah, sure," he stood up from the table and came to stand by me.
"Later, boys," I smiled and waved at the table of baseball players. Then Isaac and I walked out of the cafeteria, going out the main doors of the building.
"You know this is, like, skipping school, right?" Isaac said nervously.
I laughed, "Glad you can put two and two together," I said.
Isaac just looked at me in response. Then we got in my car, and off we went.

"Where are we going?" Asked Isaac.
"Wherever I want to go," I shrugged.
We kept on driving for a while; it felt like hours. Although it was only a short time, it felt like eternity. My plan was to not stop driving until I found something worth stopping for. Well, this is it. A park.
"We have arrived," I said, and turned to face Isaac. He was already looking at me.
"A park?" He asked.
"A park," I said. After that, I unbuckled my seat belt and ventured out into the area.

A few minutes later we found ourselves on the swing set in the playground. The park was empty since everyone was still at school or work.
"Back at home," I blurted out, "my friends and I would sit on the swings at our play ground, and we'd talk about what's bothering us. Or anything that we wanted to get off our chest. The only rule was you couldn't tell anyone what the others said and you weren't allowed to judge anyone for what they wanted to say. It was nice, I miss it," I sniffled from the cool air.
Isaac looked at me. I couldn't tell what kind of expression was on his face.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have just said that you don't care-"
"No," he cut me off, "Tell me more,"
"Like what?" I asked.
"Where you're from. What kind of life you had there," he explained. I thought for a moment. Conjuring up all the memories from the past, I started talking.
"I grew up in New Jersey. Nothing special. Just a little town. I had the best of friends. When we were little, me and my friend Jess would go out and pretend to be adventurers, and we would come up with different scenarios, like giant spiders or monkeys in the forest. She's what made me so courageous, that and my mom. She's a detective, so she turned her being snoopy into a profession. I take after her. My brother, David, he moved to Colorado with his girlfriend. We were never incredibly close, but we always looked out for each other. We still do. I also have my younger brother Brendan. He's a handful," I chuckled.
Isaac chimed in, "So what brought you to the New York suburbs?"
"That's the thing, I'm not really sure. My dad got laid off from his job. We wanted to stay in New Jersey, but he said the only opening for his job was all the way in New York. Of course, me being me, I searched job openings closer for him. There was an opening just an hour away from where we used to live. So why did he drag me away from everything I loved?" I looked up. Isaac was still looking at me, paying attention to me.
"Well, maybe some people just need a change every once in a while. Maybe it's a good thing," he responded.
I sighed, "Maybe."
"I live with my mom and my sister," Isaac said, now seeming to focus on whatever was ahead oh him.
"What about your dad?" I asked.
"Long story," he shrugged it off.
I stood from the swing, "We should get home. School's almost out."
Isaac nodded and followed me back to the car.
"Thank you," he said, "This was much better than school," he breathed a laugh. When we got back in the car, he asked,
"What now?"
I smiled and started the car.
"All we do is drive."
And off we went.