Dancing on Eggshells

This is the part when my teacher finally loses it

Emma sent me a text that afternoon to say that Quinn still refused to talk me, as well as Emma finalizing the fact that Quinn and her were dropping out of Rocky Horror.
After receiving the text, I decided to talk to the rest of the cast on our group chat. Quinn and Emma's sudden exit caused sparks of honesty to be released. I didn't tell anybody about what had actually happened, I had to mix the words around to make sure it didn't sound like the truth that Emma and Quinn were romantically involved. Eventually, I just told everyone that what happened between Quinn and I was completely private, because it was.
After about an hour of discussing the situation with the cast, it was dead cided that the upcoming show would be our last one. With finals just around the corner, everyone was tired and had lived the euphoria of being a member of Rocky's gang already.
Our last show was successful, a few of our weekly-watchers were there and we ended up receiving a standing ovation at the end, it was one of the greatest feeling I had ever felt.

A month passed and before I knew it, we were in March. Violet and Winona celebrated their fifteenth birthdays, Winona on the eighth and Violet on the second. Chris is still set to celebrate in about a week from today, the sixteenth. Quinn and I were still not speaking, mostly because her and Emma were hardly ever seen. I asked Jayden about Quinn but he didn't know, this surprised me as Jayden is basically Quinn's best friend. We were all beginning to to get occupied by our workload and were relieved we could now use our Friday nights to study and complete work.
But the present is not the most important aspect now, it's more what finally happened with Celeste.
Well that was actually a couple of hours ago.
Most of the March had actually been normal for me. Celeste was not depending on me and rather just treating me like a normal, teacher's pet. I knew she wasn't well though, but I had decided that I'd step aside until she recovered.
Speaking of recovering, my half and hour sessions with Mrs Norris were beginning to prove themselves as absolutely tedious. I have done three more since I booked an emergency appointment with her and whenever we end, she always knows that I'm still keeping secrets from her. My anxiety has calmed down, but she keeps on reminding me that the longer I remained silent, the worst my anxiety would be when it came back. In our last session, she even started guessing the secret I was keeping- she asked if I was pregnant.
"Oh my god, do you think I'm fat?!" I replied.
She then said I'm the most overdramatic person she's even met.
"I'm worse than Anwar"? I asked, comparing myself to a boy who performed Justin Bieber songs in the girls bathrooms at lunch on Tuesdays for fun. He expects tips but nobody gives him any. I don't understand how he gets into the girls bathroom, he just does.
She scoffed. "No, nobody ever beats that squirrel ".
I started worrying again about a week ago about Celeste. I came to realize that it been almost a month since Celeste was acting normal. I couldn't remember how long her last episode had gone on for, but I felt like it hadn't been as long as this period . I decided to leave it, to just try and be normal for once . I pushed Celeste out of mind and lived a normal teenage life for a few weeks. I studied hard and did all my homework, I read multiple books, I listened to music, I wrote stories, I exercised, I spent time with my friends as well Kayden. I also spent time with my family, especially since my parents knew that Chris and I would start studying for finals soon and would be spending all our precious time studying. We would go out for dinners, get takeaways, go to the cinema and even go to the Trident Bookstore in Harvard and have meals there.
Everything was actually going fine. Everything was normal for once. My life stress calmed down and my school stress took over, this was completely acceptable.
Then came the following week.
It started on Monday, two days ago when Celeste didn't come to school. We were instead addressed by a substitute teacher.
The minute my friends and I walked into the class, she was standing at the front and people started whispering to their friends. I couldn't hear what they were saying, I just knew they were speculating about Celeste. It had been quite obvious that our English teacher was not in a great state of mind, it was obvious that there was something wrong. We had all started to become used to her manic patterns, happy one day and crying under her breath another. For the last month, we hadn't done any work whatsoever. English had basically become a free period, Celeste had just stopped caring about everything.
I don't understand how she was still walking around freely even then.
I wondered what people were thinking, I wondered if they had an idea that there was a possibility that their teacher really was insane.
"Come on, everyone!" The substitute teacher instructed.
I didn't say anything to Winona or Violet as we walked to our seats, Winona had been worried enough about her grades ever since Celeste had caught the loony train. I had been worried, but I knew it wasn't my fault if my grades were going down. Winona had threatened multiple times during the last month that she was going to tell her parents about the situation at school. I pleaded her to keep waiting, that I knew Celeste would sort herself out. I knew Winona was becoming more angry at me by the day, because each day meant another wasted English lesson.
We stood behind our chairs, avoiding eye contact with each other, mostly because I looked terribly nervous and pale.
The substitute teacher greeted us and we sat down, my mind still speculating thousands of possibilities of why this woman was here. She stood not much taller than me, five ft two about. She had chocolate brown hair like mine but it only reached her shoulders, a look I had tried when I was twelve but ended up hating it. She also quite plump and curvy. She had quite squint eyes, a thin nose and oval face.
She was almost the opposite of Celeste.
"My name is Ms Myers and I'm going to be teaching you for a couple of days". She said, sounding chirpy and enthusiastic.
I put my hand up immediately and I saw Winona gave me a sharp look because she knew exactly what I was going to ask Ms Myers. I made sure to play my question a few times in my head so I wouldn't end up calling Celeste by her first name, that would definitely cause speculations.
"Um, yes". Ms Myers said as soon as my hand shot up.
I dropped my arm and opened my mouth to deliver my question.
"Where's Mrs Waldorf"? I asked.
"Mrs Waldorf has quite a high fever and is sick at home. She'll be back in a few days though".
I wasn't sure whether to believe Ms Myers or not. I knew she wasn't lying to me, I just wasn't sure if she was being told the truth. We ended up shocking her as well when she asked what we had been doing currently in class. One of my classmates, Natasha replied out of honesty that Celeste told us that the syllabus had ended and that we just needed to start revising. I knew that Celeste was lying when she said that, Winona knew way to well and had been struggling to keep quiet about it.
After Ms Myers was told that, she went into Celeste's desk and looked into her teaching schedule that all the teachers had. I know it was quite rude what Ms Myers did but I honestly don't think Celeste would've cared in her state of mind. Ms Myers began flipping through the pages and as my desk is right at the front, I could hear her reading under her breath.
"Why the hell has this chick drawn doodles all over her schedule"? I heard her mutter.
I actually laughed in my head when I heard that. It was something that Celeste would do and that she would find completely appropriate, it was funny how other people reacted in such a different way to how I would.
Ms Myers then held the dated schedule with our school's emblem in the page's corner up for the class and said:
"Does this actually belong to Mrs Waldorf"? She asked , sternly.
The schedule was completely covered in doodles. There were hearts , puppies, comical characters, there were so many drawings stuffed into one. From what I could see, there were absolutely no teaching plans in that whole book. I didn't understand how she had been teaching us the whole year, maybe she had been scheduling all our lessons in her head.
"Yes". The whole class answered with honestly.
Ms Myers cringed and took the schedule out of the class's glance. She sat herself down at Celeste's desk and just stared at the notes. She flipped the schedule and analyzed all these doodles . After about two minutes , I heard her mutter under her breath :
"Something is wrong here".