5 Idiots and Me

Chapter 9

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-Meg

            I ran. That’s all I did. Shoving my backpack into my locker, I ran. I didn’t know where I was heading, but I just ran. Tears streamed down my face as I ran. Everything was ruined. The whole school now knows about my life’s misfortunes. Finally, I slowed down, before realizing where I was. A cemetery. No, the cemetery where my mom rests. The gate groaned as I pushed it open. Everything was how I remembered it to be. The fading grey or blue grey headstones were still unevenly spread, names faintly carved into the stone. The light fog that always was there made the cemetery look deserted. Old bare and twisted trees stood, bordering the graves like a shield. A cold wind swept through the graveyard, whipping my blond hair all over my face. My face scrunched up in confusion as I looked up to the sky, only to be surprised further. Dark bulging clouds covered the once clear sky. The atmosphere was depressing, just like my mood.

            I walked through the graves, navigating myself to find the place I was looking for. Stopping at the 2nd to last row and 7th column, I walked down the line of gravestones. Finally, reaching my destination, I looked at the grave. I fell to my knees in front of the grave, a lump so heavy forming in my throat, it was almost impossible to swallow. My eyes were stinging as I gently traced the inscription on the fading stone with my hand.

Here lies Julie Cowell

April 3rd 1972—April 16th 2007

“On Earth one gentle soul the less,

In Heaven, one angel more.”

            The tears were freely falling now as I thought of my mother. So beautiful, so kind, so… precious. Everyone loved her. Funny, kind, beautiful, everything you would need in a mom is what she had. My mom always listened to my problems, no matter no small they were. Even if someone tripped me, I would tell her and she would hold me and listen through the whole thing without saying anything. Then, she would tell me how to solve my problem, before buying me a Hershey’s king-size milk-chocolate bar.

            Oh the good times.

            I hung my head in shame and freely sobbed. How disappointed she would be if she found out what I do know. I could picture her frowning at me, being sad she raised a-freak-of-a-daughter. My chest ached in loneliness and sadness. No one is with me anymore. No one cares about me. Everyone just thinks I’m a freak. Like that, saying degrading things about myself, I broke down. Every emotion, every humiliation, every feeling was poured into my tears. The small ounce of reputation I had is forever destroyed now. I can never go back to school knowing people talk about my deepest and darkest secrets.

            Everyone broke my trust. I just wish I had a normal life. Is that too much to ask for?

Louis’ P.O.V.

            Something’s wrong. It’s obvious to anyone who looks at Chelsea. Not in a bad way…well kinda. She doesn’t look…healthy. Pale skin with dark circles under her eyes, thin body-frame; the kind of thin you get only if you don’t eat at all. None of the boys believed that Chels what Harry said was true; about her being anorexic and having a cutting habit, but we know she’s not completely well.

            Bloody hell! I’m thinking so much, my head is starting to hurt. I think this is the most thinking my or the boys ever did after joining the band. It’s been a couple of hours since Harry came back from dropping Chelsea at school. Oh, and making her breakfast. I can’t even believe he did that. Harry made FREAKING BREAKFAST for a person OTHER THAN HIM! He never, ever did that for anyone. Well, except for that one time a couple of days ago, but still! That was after Chels came.

            Is the world coming to an end?

            I chuckled to myself before grabbing my coat and red TOMS. “Boys, I’m heading out for a walk. Be back in a bit.” I shouted, but was out the door before I could hear an answer.

            Walking out of the house and into the unusually cold weather of California, I started my walk. I stuffed my hands in my pockets, shivering as a cold breeze swept over the city. Where am I going? No idea.

            After walking for at least 15 minutes more, I landed myself in the creepiest place in the world. The cemetery. Shuddering at the spooky sight, I was about to walk past it, when I noticed something. The rusty gate was open. What? Who would want to go in here?

            Ignoring the panic that rose in my chest, I opened the creaky gate a little more and slipped in. Feeling like a sneaky ninja, I hugged the trees as I “stealthily” tip-toed my way deeper into the graveyard. If only there was a wolf howl, this would be a perfect horror movie setting. Suddenly, I had a weird urge to be superman. Hiding behind a tree, I listened for any sounds of distress. Faintly, I could hear sobbing. SOBBING! This calls a job for… ”SUPERMAN!” I screamed, launching myself from behind the tree into the open air.

            “WEEEEEEE!” I shouted for a few seconds… and BAM!

            I groaned and rubbed my aching arms and knees. Ow, my superman to the rescue mission failed. Epically. And, THE GROUND IS FREAKING HARD! Still moaning in pain, I could hear light footsteps running towards me. “Superman-screaming-person, are you okay?” a female voice called out to me.

            Suddenly, a face appeared above me. “Chels? What are you doing here?” I cried out in surprise, shooting up from my laying-down position. Unfortunately, my surprise caused both of our foreheads to knock together. Or more like smash together. We both groaned and fell on my back again. “What the heck Louis!” Chels cried, rubbing her slowly-bruising forehead.

            “Ugh, sorry, you surprised me.”

            She shook her head in amusement and helped me up. “Wait, what are you doing here?” I asked, confused. Shouldn’t she be at school?

            Chelsea rubbed her arm nervously and looked at the ground. “Well I kinda ditched it.” She mumbled.

            My eyes widened. It’s only Monday for Pete’s sake! Does she do this every day? “No, I don’t do this every day. This is actually the first time this year.” She said, as if she was reading my mind.

            “Well aren’t you going to get back? I bet your lunch is almost over by now.”

            Chels head shot up so fast when I said going back to her school, I thought she broke her neck. “No! Don’t you get the meaning of ditching?” She asked incredulous.

            “Fine than, let’s go back to your house.”

            Chelsea shook her head and thought for a few seconds. “Well, we can go shopping if you want. We’re running low on grocer—Woah!”

            I cut her off by grabbing her arm and running out of the cemetery. “LET’S GO SHOPPING!” I screeched like a girl, hearing a soft sound of laughter behind me.

Hey guys! Sorry if this chapter is disappointing! It’s just a filler.

Can I tell you guys something? This is my FIRST story, so if I could get some more feedback, that would encourage me A LOT. Thanks!

-Meg

BTW, the song to the side is “All The Right Moves” by One Republic and there is another inspirational picture. >>>>>>>>>>>