Jude has returned to school and she's very depressed. She's a mess, only put together in her uniform correctly because of help from her mother and even then it's a little iffy. I heard Anna on the phone last night, suggesting my therapist to her mother, explaining how good she is with me. Then she went into a whole explanation on how I came to need said therapist.
Jude has dark circles under her eyes and she's incredibly thin. I've been trying to get her to eat something—even offered up my cookie, her favorite kind—but she passed, saying she wasn't hungry. She didn't talk much, but when she did she'd trail off. Often when she'd trail off, before Quincy died, he would pick up the thought, completely natural. I suppose it was a twin thing. But now she just stopped talking.
All the teacher are going easy on her, the students are different. Some are very nice, holding doors open and offering to carry books, others steer clear of the walking train wreck.
But, just like everyone, she had to snap at some point.
"Here, let me help." A classmate offered sixth hour.
Jude glared at her, her eyes every shade of rage. "I'm not so helpless I can't even carry my own books. Do I seem that helpless? Goddamn. Just because my brother died doesn't mean I need help doing every little thing! No, don't hold the door open. No, don't take my books for me. No, you can't carry that. No, I can turn in my own goddamn work. Just stop! All I need is space! Not every last person in this goddamn school treating me like I'll get emotional at every little thing!"
We were all shocked silent.
Jude looked around at the room, took a deep breath, and excused herself.
I looked up at the teacher, excusing myselfalong with her.
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The Eye Of The Ankh #Wattys2016
Teen Fiction*EDITED* After her parents' death, Alice joins a group set out to kill chosen members of society. Why? They supposedly commit a crime in the near future that is punishable by death. "We're saving countless lives with what we do." She is chosen to ki...
