One bad move

Chaper 4

Waking up and forcing myself out of bed was harder then usual. I quickly throw on a pair of jeans with a few little holes in the knees and a soft knit sweater. I didn't mind to wear makeup, although I probably looked better with it. I'd never waste my time to do it everyday.
"Mom! About to leave!" I yell to her from the room over. Popping a cinnamon beagle in the toaster.
I wasn't a big breakfast person, but mom made me eat at least something in the mornings. She said it got your brain to wake up.

It was fall so the weather outside was decently nice.
I wasn't like all the other girls, i didn't obsess over fall and the pumpkin scents.

Fall was just a season. Personally I liked summer, I always enjoyed going up to Florida. Obviously for the beach and the hot sun. But especially to see my grandparents. I lived in Indiana, where none of my family lived. So it was a nice change.

Hearing the silent streets was almost relaxing, I could just drive around with songs that reminded me of Justin on reply for hours.
I throw my bag in the backseat of my car, trying to keep hold of my beagle in my other hand.

  I walk into my first period just as the bell rang,
Anatomy, one of the only periods I hadn't had with Erica.
I sit my book bag in the empty seat next to me and pull out a pencil with almost no eraser.

"HAPPY MONDAY EVERYONE!" Mr. Chester yells as he does every Monday.

I usually didn't mind, but today it rubbed me the wrong way. It wasn't a happy Monday, not at all.

"Today, you'll all need-" He begins to say just as the announcements interrupts his booming voice.

"Excuse this interruption.. This weekend we lost a fellow student, of Kennyville High. Erica Stewart. I'd like to take a moment of silence for this young girl."

My stomach twisted every which way, I squeeze my eyes shut as tight as I could. Trying to avoid tears from rolling down my cheeks. The absolute silence was unbearable, you could hear a pen drop from 3 halls over. It felt like it went on for an eternity, before the principle came back over the speaker.

I couldn't even stop to listen to him say one more word.

I push myself out of my chair and bolted out of the room, I could've sworn I heard someone coming after me but I didn't want to talk anyway. So I hoped they'd not follow me.

I aimed for the bathroom, going to the very last stall. Immediately closing the door.

I couldn't hold the tears any longer.

This had been the first actual time I had cried since Justin had left, and Erica dying.

I stayed in the stall until I knew I was okay and no one was in the bathroom.
I fix my mascara, preparing myself to go back to class.

When I walk back in, no one asks me questions. Once they see its me, their eyes lock back to their paper or to the teacher.

I didn't want babied, and I most certainly didn't want to talk about it.

Although I knew I would get called down to the counselor sometime today, I'd probably just blow her off to get out of that damn office.

The bell finally rang at the end of the period, I quickly shuffle around everyone trying to get out before my teacher held me after.

Lunch was hard, I didn't know how to function without Erica. But I managed to eat my food, surprisingly.

"Hey Mak!" I hear from across the lunch room.

I probably shouldn't have acted oblivious, and answered. Instead I kept my attention to the doors I was dying to get out of.

"Makayla!" I clinch my jaw turning to look towards the anonymous voice.

It was Chandler, number 34 on the football and basketball team. Girls fell all over him, what could he possibly want from me.

He finally reaches me. "Have you seen Justin today?" He says in a awkward stare.

"Um, no." I reply kind of confused as to why he would ask me that.  
Did Justin tell him?
"Sorry." I say half turning away, trying to escape this conversation as soon as I could.

"Well, I figured you would've. I heard he had been leaving Kennyville and I was wondering why. Thanks anyway!" He says then turns and walks away from where I had been standing.

Where I continued to stand trying to understand what he had said to me.

Justin was leaving? Why didn't he tell me?

Although I knew that was a stupid question. I'd rather pretend that if he had some news like this, he would tell me. No matter how much he hated me, we did spend years together. I was practically his best friend.

I leave the lunchroom still half confused as to what the hell was going on with my life.

Instead of trying to talk to anyone in the hallway, I head straight to pre cal. There was still 7 minutes until the bell rang, but I didn't have any interest in faking a smile to anyone.

It was so weird sitting in this seat without Erica being right beside me. And this time, she wasn't just late to class, and she just wasn't missing her weekly day of school. She was actually gone.
Before I could even get my book out. Lexi Hazelton came in and handed me a note. I had seen in her in the hallways all the time, she wore tight jeans with a fitted T that had "LOVE" written across it. Her hair was in tight curls that bounced when she moved.
"I think that's for now." She says looking at the clock then the piece of paper.

She sits it on my desk and walks out.

Dammit, the guidance counselor.

Looking at the paper I decide that my life has officially: sucked.