Dancing on Eggshells

This is the part when Mrs Waldorf has a nervous breakdown

On the bus trip from the theatre, Winona, Violet and I had an argument on who would go to Celeste the next morning.
I think I was actually the one being the most difficult and causing the conversation to convert into an argument.
"Keoria, you are the least patient and most loudest person on this planet!" Violet argued.
"I make everyone feel better, just remember that".
"No you don't, you drive people insane!" Winona added.
"I still think I should go".
"Maybe..." Violet muttered.
"You'll be the reason Mrs Waldorf loses her mind, you probably are the reason! You never stop talking in class!" Winona said in the gentle way possible.
"I have good points to point out".
"Pointing out that Shakespeare might of been drunk when he was writing is not a good point!" Winona semi yelled.
"Who just starts making up words sober"?! I argued.
"Artists". Violet answered, her hands doing 'jazz hands' , her arms didn't spread out, though.
"I'm an artist". the difficult child said.
"Yeah, you make people like Mrs Waldorf go insane and consider it art once they're in the psych ward!"
"No", I said in gentle that tone you would use towards a young child who doesn't understand something, "I am a artist of writing, an artist of acting".
"For gods sake! We need to decide who is going over tomorrow morning!" Violet said.
"Why don't we all just go"? I suggested.
"Nate said only one person". Winona pointed out.
"Why"? Violet asked.
"It will be too obvious if all of us show up". I look outside the bus window which shows a beautiful view of snow.
Huh, it wasn't even supposed to start snowing until the next day.
I thought  about what Nate said about Celeste going to the park in the afternoon, isn't that impossible? Doesn't she check the weather or hear it on the radio? I felt if I really understood what was going on with her, it felt like Violet and Winona didn't  completely understand.
"I'm going and that's final". I declared.
"Fine"! Violet said.
"If there is anything wrong, just call us, I'll stay in the area". Winona said.
"Why don't you trust me"? I snapped.
"I do trust you!"
"Really, it doesn't sound like it".
"Fine, do what you want!"
I felt bad for snapping, Winona is always saying I snap at her too often.
"Noni, it will be fine. Celeste is a grown adult, it's not like we're going to check up on a new born child". I said in a gentle voice.
I could see that she was still worried.

When I got home, Dad and Mom wanted me to tell them about the football game and how come Chris had arrived home before me.
"It was great", I began, "everyone is so supportive and all of a sudden we are so supportive of eachother like we're old friends. It's definitely becoming a weekly thing of mine".
"That's awesome , sweetie!' Dad exclaimed.
"But why did Chris get home before you"? Mom asked.
"Um, Winona , Violet and I just went to get some coffee at this diner near the school".
"What's the name of the diner"? Detective Keria asked.
"Um, Coffee and Caffeine".
That diner actually exists, I went with Winona and Violet on Tuesday afternoon as we didn't have practice.
My mother didn't actually believe me and Googled it. After finding out it was a real place, Detective Keira rested her case and let me out of the interviewing session. I immediately went up to my room, changed into my pajamas, took my laptop out and lay in bed with the laptop on my lap. I opened the laptop and suddenly thought about Celeste. I actually couldn't believe I was right about her, I thought I was just thinking up complete shit. I decided to keep up to my idea and I typed in 'Bipolar Disorder' into the Google searchbar.
I selected the Wikipedia link and went into site. I then began reading about bipolar. I learnt about mania, psychosis , mood swings and what was going on in Celeste's head.

I remember my father told me when I was about ten what bipolar disorder was. I had suddenly become interested in his work after he came home with a stitch on his forehead because a patient had thrown a glass frame at his head. He told me in the most simple way:
"It's when you're happy one moment and sad the next minute".
He also told that it was a minor disorder and isn't as serious as it used to be.
But I'm starting to disagree with him . Bipolar sounds terrible, it sounds like you can't control your feelings and that one of your feelings is mania. Just pure madness.