School.
The thing I hate.
The thing I despise.
The thing that ruins me.
I've always hated school, but I've always maintained great grades and stayed away from people- ever since my sister's death.
I use to have another friend at school, but she ended up moving to Florida, and whereas I live, in Maine.
I take a deep intake of air, piercing my lungs, and I breathe out slowly.
I haven't been to school in about two weeks.
I slowly get out of the car, my legs jelly, and my stomach churning.
I think to myself,
Why do I feel so icky this morning?
"Hey, Everything is going to be okay" Patrick rubs my back, and wraps his arm around me.
"It's just, everything that has happened--"
"has happened, it's in the past love, I'm here with you, every step of the way. I promise"
I give him a small, firm smile and continue walking.
"Thanks"
"anytime baby girl." He kisses my cheek.
We make our way into the school, to the main office.
"Hello" The guy says from behind his desk.
"Um Hi.." I say shyly.
"I'm new to this school, I was suppose to start two weeks ago but some important events came up, so I was wondering If I could have my schedule." Patrick says with no problem.
"Of Course, name?"
"Patrick Carter" He says while grinning.
"Very well, here you go, Have a great day, and Amanda, I'm sorry for your loss" He says sympathetically.
My heart beats fast and I can feel my face lose its color.
I'm frozen.
"Thankyou" Patrick says and moves me forward with him.
"I'm..I'm sorry" I say
"No need to be, It's okay"
I walk him to his locker and my stomach ends up churning again.
I groan from the pain.
"Hey, are you feeling okay?" He says with concern.
"Yeah, yeah, don't worry about me" I reassure him.
We walk to my locker, and another pain happens again in my stomach.
"oh god" I whimper.
"Do you need to go to the nurse?" I ignore him.
"I think I'm gonna be--" I sprint off running to the girls bathroom thats a couple feet away from my locker. I slam the bathroom stall open and I instantly start throwing up.
"Sick" I say quietly, then being followed by throwing up again.
I start to cough, and tears start to brim my eyes, and my throat burns.
"For god's sake." I throw up again.
"God have mercy on us" I throw up again
"I need some holy water" I throw up again.
YOU ARE READING
The life of Amanda Rae
Teen FictionAnd there he was. Looking right at me with an astonishment look on his face. His lips parted slightly, his face drained away with no color. His hazel eyes just staying focussed on my baby blue eyes. My face is drained, my hands are sweaty, and my...
