Waiting For The End

Chapter 1: The Good Ol' Days

I've always wondered about touchy and sensitive topics. The one I focus the most is death. Death is a morbid topic, I'll be the first to admit that. But there's so many unanswered questions about it. Death is a phobia. Its called thantophobia which is broadly the fear of death. I can see why people are scared of it. Personally, I'm terrified of it. Its that fear that would make my knees buckle, my body sweat, and probably faint in fear. There are so many reasons to be terrified of it though! For example, death is served to everyone. Good or bad, young or old, you are getting a plate of death served to you. What's worse is that you never know when it's coming towards you. It could happen right now. Just something to keep in mind. But what about what happens after death? That's something to -

" Miss Morrissey, were you listening to anything I said?" Mrs.Carter disturbed me from my daydreaming by hitting a ruler against my desk. My head snapped to attention.

Mrs.Carter was the worst teacher of them all. She was my last period of the day and also my worst subject, history. She was a country raised girl who moved to Denver to work as a teacher after living in Georgia. Most of the kids that knew Mrs.Carter were sure that she owned a plantation farm back in Georgia. I asked her multiple times about this, but she always gets upset and brushes it off. But, I guess it's none of my business. She was a sickly pale person that was on the heavy side, not to be rude and to make it worse, she was quite stubby. Despite that, she's still a bad teacher.

I looked up, probably with a confused look on my face. Her face scrunched up and her fake smile turned into a frown. I shrugged and stayed quiet. "Well?" She crossed her arms. I sighed and avoided eye contact. Mrs.Carter grumbled and walked away, going back to teaching stupid history. I glanced around looking at the rest of the kids. Most were secretly on their phones, and one kid named Jordan who sat beside of me was sleeping behind an open book. Mrs.Carter noticed me not paying attention, but paid no mind to the person who was sleeping? I made silent death threats to her in my head.

"And then the Roman Empire-" The bell started ringing. Everybody got up but Mrs.Carter yelled at us to sit down. The kids sat down but I stood standing. I usually wouldn't have unless I thought someone else would have done the same. Ya'know be rebellious. These kids are wimps. Way to stick up for yourself guys.

" Miss Morrissey, do you want detention? We've been through this many times, the bell doesn't dismiss you, I do." She glared at me.

" Then why are the bells here? To look pretty?" I retorted and walked out the classroom door before Mrs.Carter could run to the door and close it. I legged it, knowing that she was probably gonna chase after me. Or get someone else to chase me since she can't run.

I turned the corner and was instantly swarmed by kids. God I hate highschool. I turned against the tide and bumped into some short kid. I immediately put her in the classification of 10th grader. " Um, sorry!" She apologized and walked away with the crowd. What is a 10th grader doing down here? This is the 12th grade hallway, made for 12th graders. Or maybe she was a 12th grader and was just short. I know a lot of short people so this is a possibility. Thinking about it, why are there so many people here? If I was claustrophobic I'd probably be hyperventilating right now. Since when did we have so many 12th graders again? Suddenly, I was pulled from the crowd and shoved against the set of lockers. I was ready to punch someone, but stopped when I saw the excited face of my friend, Piper.

" Piper, how many times have I hold you not to surprise me! I was gonna punch you in your throat." I shake my head. She puffed out her cheeks and put her arms on her hips. "Well excuse me princess, you looked like a lost puppy in there so I saved you from inevitable death!" She claimed.

Piper Moore is my best friend since 4th grade. She is one year older than me, so she's 18. Her eyes are a shade of icy blue that you can pinpoint from far away. She has beached blonde hair and purple ombre at the tips which stops around her mid-back. Piper is 5'2, which is short compared to my 5'8 height. Back in 6th grade, Piper came to me with news that she has bipolar disorder, which is when she can change from happy friend to the hulk like that. I've never taken her happiness for granted, but she stays in that mood pretty often. But, its good she's active and stuff. It evens out with my sarcastic and lazy behavior. Piper plays many sports, including track, softball, and volleyball. And I can't even run to my next class without loosing my breath. So basically me and Piper are complete opposites.

Mel Morrissey, yours truly. I have long black hair that's usually in two braids and dull gray eyes. Wardrobe is slightly weird. I always wear a hoodie or an oversized sweater paired with skinny jeans with converses. Its not like they're depressing colors though. They usually have you writing on them, but sometimes they just have a picture on them. For example, I'm wearing a black hoodie with text saying ' idk, google it.' . I play the piano as a hobby and play the trumpet for our marching band. And people may say that marching band isn't hard, but tell that to all the sunburns and aching feet I get. I can assure you, its not easy. One thing im proud of is that I'm a straight A student. Probably the most surprising thing about me. Unlike Piper, I'm easily forgettable. I'm more of a loner in school, and as I'm sure the kids have forgotten I'm in the class, sometimes I think the teachers forget about me too. But hey, what do I know, I'm only 17. I'm not as nearly an exciting person as Piper, but I try my best. Occasionally.

" And what are you doing out of class? You said Mrs.Carter usually holds you like 10 minutes after the bell." Piper questioned me.

" I walked out." I state. Piper looks at me in disbelief.

" You're gonna get detention for that and I'm not gonna be able to do anything for you!" She argued. " Pfft, she's not gonna do anything. It's Friday, she'll forget on Monday and no detention for me." I smirked.

" You sneak! C'mon we gotta get going home." Piper motioned for us to get to the lockers. Since the storm of kids left, the hallway was clear enough for us to walk without the possibility of being trampled. Of course, there were kids talking or getting their stuff out kg their lockers as well. We grabbed our things from out our locker and headed on our way to our neighborhood.

It took us about 20 minutes to get to home today. It usually takes us 10 minutes but Piper saw this lady around her 40's walking her dog and started a conversation up with her. Why would you want to talk to a complete stranger? Haven't you ever had the speech ' Don't talk to strangers?'. I mumbled to myself about how dangerous it was toldo this, but Piper paid no attention to me. Like Mrs.Carter paid no attention to Jordan. She just kept talking to the lady and petting her dog. Although it was nice to get some fresh air on a nice day like this. Plus I guess the dog was kinda cute. Piper and her newfound friend parted ways and we continued home. Thank god, if you talked any longer I would have turned into bacon. Turkey bacon, more preferably.

We walked to the front porch of my house and Piper hugged me goodbye, starting to walk off. " Bye Mel, see you tomorrow! And don't forget we're going to the movies!" She called over her shoulder and started running off. I smiled. I honestly don't know what I would do without that girl with the excitement and energy as a Chihuahua.

 I opened the front door and was greeted by my corgi, Roi. I bent down and scratched behind his ear. He wagged his tail and spun around in a circle. You're so fat. How can you even run you silly dog? I chuckled to myself about what I said. " Well hello there honey." My mother walked out of the kitchen with a towel. I got up and walked over to her. She gave me a light kiss on the forehead.

" You came home at the right time, I was just about to go to the store for an extra ingredient to dinner." She said. I sniffed the air. Smells like chicken. I love chicken. Mmmmmm, chicken. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at my mom.

" Where's dad?" My eyes scanned upstairs to where my parents bedroom was located. " He's at work right now. He said he'll be a little late today." She explained. " Well, I'm going to the store. I won't be long." She gave me in final kiss, grabbed her keys, and walked out.

" Love you mom!" I yelled after her.

Little did I know that was going to be the last time I would say that to her.