Mickey Who?

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Chapter One: Mickey Who?

Song for this chapter: “Really Don't Care" by Demi Lovato

To anyone that didn’t go to my high school, Mickey Mouse was just a silly cartoon character. But if you belonged to Duncan High, everyone knew that that silly cartoon character could change someone’s life with drastic measures.

     As I entered my US History classroom, I noticed that my classmates were antsy, even more so than usual. Considering that this was only first period, I found it very strange. This was the time of day where most people tried to sleep through the agonizing fifty-five minutes.

     Scanning through the students, I located my best friend, Heather. She was currently talking to several guys and girls, forming a large cluster of people in the center of the room.

     Heather, noticing that I was staring at her oddly, jerked her head towards her and the abundant sized group, a gesture telling me to join them. I sighed, setting my bulky book and pencil pouch down onto my assigned seat, which happened to be in the middle row, first desk.

     My seat location meant no sleeping for me.

     “Why’re you guys so loud?” I queried as soon I was within earshot of Heather.

     Her light, hazel eyes widened in shock. “You mean you didn’t hear? I know you’re not into this kinda thing, but seriously?” she answered my question with a couple of her own.

     “Obviously not,” I mumbled, puzzled by her reaction.

     The girl to the right of me, Lena, interrupted our conversation to shove in a question of her own. Even from middle school, I remembered Lena as a nosy and annoyingly loud girl. “Did you read Mickey’s blog last night?”

     Realizing that this ruckus was about Mickey, any trace of curiosity drained from my facial expression. Mickey was our school’s anonymous love advisor. The thought of someone being anonymous just to give out advice didn’t strike me as fascinating. In fact, I found the idea to be overrated and stupid.

     Why would a person in their sane mind want advice from an anonymous person? Glancing around the room, I realized that just about everyone in this school mustn’t be “sane”.

     “Nope,” I replied simply, popping the p as I said it.

     “Seriously?” Lena shot me an appalled look that suddenly made a sour feeling crawl into my stomach. “What kind of person doesn’t read Mickey’s blog?”

     I bit back a tempting remark. It was too early for fighting. Way too early. Instead, I managed to muster up a somewhat polite smile and said, “Why don’t you just tell me what it is then, Lena?”

     Heather sent me a warning look, probably noticing the strain in my voice, but I rolled my eyes in response.

     “Mickey’s quitting,” Lena finally answered, summing up the big fuss in two words.

     “Really?” I couldn’t bury the hopeful sound in my voice. “Then Mickey’s blog is done for good, right?”

     Everyone in the group looked at me. Their facial expressions looked like I had just stomped on their foot or something.

     “No. Mickey’s just going to find a replacement, and that person is going to be hand chosen by Mickey themselves.” Heather cut in, instantly killing my wishful thinking.