I skipped the rest of the day, called my father and told him I felt sick. Adams kept making sure I was ok, she made me wait to be picked up.
"Mea," my father carefully picked me up, his voice filled with concern. Adams had one of the freshman carry my stuff out with us. My entire body hurt, and I wasn't sure if I was bleeding or not.
The freshman was a girl, her name was Amy. I knew because she required help with a great deal of her work and was to embarrassed to ask Adams. She had black hair falling around her petite shoulders, bright blue eyes that stood out against the dark. Her hair, make up clothing. She was the beautiful goth.
"Thank you my father told her.
"Not a problem, sir." she pulled her crimson died bangs out of her softly defined face. "If it weren't for Mae, I'd be failing. I owe her at least this much. Sir... If she is feeling better tomorrow I have her over."
"I'm not sure..."
"Its just that I have this huge project due monday, and there's some stuff I could use help with. Maybe she could spent the night, I'm Amy by the way." Amy held her hand out in a respectable manner. For a goth she sure was formal, on the off chance that she needed to be. When she didn't she was a bitch, if you got to know her she was just another girl.
My father and her talked for a little longer, and in the end he caved. If I felt better tomorrow, I would spend the night at Amy's. It seemed strange to me that she would want me over, I knew for a fact she didn't have a project, so why was she lying? Amy was the kid that told the truth when possible, she only lied when she felt it was incecary.
my father took me to my room, setting me on the bed. The lilac purple bed sheets still thrown about from this morning. My dark purple walls covered in picture and posters. Just anything I thought was worth keeping, in other words, you couldn't really see the walls anymore.
