Struggling Love

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Christina's Point of View

Everyone knows about my mild case of schizophrenia. So it came no surprise to me, when random kids gave me side glances or looks of pity as I walked down the halls of high-school. I'm taking a few elective classes here, and today is my first day of taking them. Looking down at the piece of paper in my hand, I checked to see what room I was going to again. This school is like a maze, and knowing me, I could be going the totally opposite direction. Once I discovered I was, in fact, going the right way, I made a few turns until I arrived at my destination. I anxiously entered my first elective class, nervous and afraid that the voices will try to distract me. Taking in a deep breath, I quietly make my way to the teachers desk.. All eyes turn to me, and watch my every move. whispers and murmurs are heard throughout the room as students converse with  others. Well, at least I think it was the students talking.

Clearing my throat in an attempt to get the teachers attention, the middle aged woman with kind eyes looks up at me.  "Hello," she says with a warm voice, "You must be new here, am I right?"  She kindly asks me. "Hi, I'm Christina, I'm here taking a few elective classes." I told her, she smiled at me once more before introducing me to the class, but the other students were ignorant. After introducing me, she showed me to my seat, where I sat down and pulled out a notebook and pencil, then I began to work. The voices were distracting me the whole time, making it difficult to pay attention.

As the class ended, all the other students quickly packed up their belongings and left. As I slowly put my stuff away, I heard the teacher say something to a student that stayed behind.

*Chord's, POV.*

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, I guess you can say, I am not to be messed with. I was in a fight with some nerd that forgot to bring in lunch money, because I forgot mine, it was the climax up to a fight.

I walked down the halls pushing away people that were annoying. I entered class and the teacher wasn't looking happy either. She said good morning and I walked to my seat and sat down, next to some friends. I guess I drifted off because next thing I know my friend tapped me on the shoulder telling me it's over.

Excited to get out of class, I heard the teacher say something to me, "Chord, I need to speak to you for a few minutes, I won't be long". I sighed and trudged back to her desk, "yeah?" I asked her, she gave me a pointed look before she spoke. "I've gotten several complaints about your behavior, and I've noticed it myself also," she said sternly. Letting out a sigh, she continued what she was saying. "You need to straighten up your act. You're going to end up in jail if you continue fighting others, and an extra year in my class if you don't start showing the least bit of effort in your work." Giving her a humorless chuckle, I roll my eyes and fold my arms. Who does she think she is?  

"What should I do then?" I ask her without interest. She looks at me frustrated, opening her mouth to say something, she quickly stops when she looks behind me. A small smile forms on her lips before she looks at me smugly. "Clear your name. Do good deeds. Help people." She says while folding her arms and leaning back in her chair. I gape at her. Is she serious? Is she really serious right now?  "What? I only help myself." I snap at her. Shaking her head she leans forward looking me straight in the eye. "Then go to jail. Live a life of loneliness because nobody would want to spend their time with someone selfish." She said with dissapointment, concern, sterness, and pity in her voice.

I was not planning on joking, I was devastated. "What am I supposed to do about it?" I asked her, this time with less attitude than before. A satisfied smile appeared on her lips at the sound of my words. "Like I said; Do a good deed for once! Behave yourself in my class; clean yourself up, whatever it takes. you can do it, Chord." she said. Looking down at the floor, I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. "Alright ma'am" I said before trudging out of the class. Halfway towards the door, saw that girl in  class that had schizophrenia, she looked like she was talking to someone, but no one was there, so I just assumed that she was talking on her phone.