Worlds Apart (Student/teacher relationship)

Worlds Apart~ Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

Thursday morning, I woke up to my mother shaking me gently.

“Get up, honey, it’s time for school.”

When she left, I let myself roll off my bed and onto the floor. I was remembering what had happened the day before.

After curling up in a ball in the middle of the hallway, I proceeded to drag myself back to the guidance counselor only to get the same advice I got last time.

My hardwood floor was cold and hard, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to stand up. I weak in the knees.

My mom yelled to me that she bought bagels and was making mine right now.

That gave me a small boost of inspiration, so I attempted to stand up by clutching the edge of my bed and using my arms to push me up.

I was a little wobbly at first, but I managed to stay up.

I walked over to my nightstand to get my phone. I had to turn the sound off because it wouldn’t stop ringing all night.

I had 20 text messages and 14 missed calls from Mark. Brandon called me 10 times and texted me 15 times. Ashley called me 8 times and left voicemails after every call.

Whoop-dee-doo. I threw my phone on my bed and went downstairs to get my bagel.

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At school, Mark tried to get me to talk to him.

“Abby, I need to talk to you.” he said, grabbing my arm gently as he tried to direct me towards his room.

“I’ll scream if you don’t let me go right now.” I said sternly through my teeth. I snatched my arm away and kept walking, only faster than I was before.

I looked for Brandon. I found him by his locker.

“Hi, Brandon.”

“Hi, Abby. Did you get all of my call and texts?” he asked, sounding a little mad.

“I had a lot going on last night.”

“I really needed to talk to you Abby! You weren’t there for me. You know, last week when you told me off; you said you hadn’t changed since we became friends. But the truth is, I don’t even know you anymore!” he said angrily, the fury seething in his eyes.

“You always used to be there for me and now what do I get? Nothing. Look, I know you were mad at me, but I know you aren’t now. I just wanted you to hear me out. I guess you can’t even do that for me anymore.” he slammed his locker shut and walked away.

“Brandon! I’m sorry!” I yelled as he turned his back to me.

He didn’t even turn around. He just kept walking.

That was the most painful thing I’d ever had to endure.

I had no where to turn at that point. It’s funny how things had flipped on me like that. The way how no matter what I did, I always seemed to have no one.

First, it was Mark who pushed me away as I pushed Brandon away. Now it’s the other way around. Honestly, I never thought either of them would have done anything to make me want to push them away.

I couldn’t stay here, standing in the hallway, about to collapse. I put my head down and speed walked to homeroom. I sat in the back corner with my face buried in my knees.

Mark burst in the door.

“Abby!” he exclaimed.

Crap.

“Go away.” I said quietly.

“But, Abby you can’t just ignore this! Talk to me.” he pleaded.

“Mark, please leave. If you really care about me, you’ll understand I need to be alone.”

He looked at me for a moment, head cocked slightly to the side.

He nodded a little and left.

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I needed to do something. Something that would get my mind off this mess.

I walked home and I thought of things I could do.

I could eat junk food. Or I could take a scalding hot shower until the hot water runs out. I could call Mark and forgive him and give Brandon a call and get things back to normal.

Nah.

Maybe I’d give Brandon a call later. But right now, I was heading for the snack cabinet.

I stuffed myself to the brim with cheese ball, corn chips, and Twinkies. I helped me get my mind off things, but only because I thought I was getting sick.

I hobbled to the bathroom, where I fell on my knees in front of the toilet and hurled everything I just ate.

My mom heard me and led me back to the kitchen, where she poured me some ginger ale.

“Here you go, sweetie.” she said, handing me the glass.

As I outstretched my hand, I saw how pale it was. Maybe I was actually sick. Probably from laying on the floor so much in the fetal position.

I hobble onto the couch with my ginger ale, which kept fizzing up in my eyes.

I turned on the TV to see Spongebob teaching Squidward how to blow a bubble. I knew I was a little old for this but hey, this one is a classic!

My mom told me I was going to have to miss school tomorrow.

I wanted to leap up off the couch and embrace her. That was the best thing she could have said to me.

On my way up to bed, I decided to give Brandon a call.

I was surprised that he actually picked up.

“Hi.” he said blankly.

“Brandon, I know I haven’t been here for you lately, but I’m ready to listen now.”

There was a pause, and I heard him sigh on the other end.

“I thought she loved me.”

“I’m so sorry, Brandon. I wanted to tell you, but I just didn’t have the heart. I know you cared about her and everything, and I didn’t want to see you get hurt.”

“Why couldn’t she have just taken it like it should have been? I don’t get girls like her. I’m so done with her.”

“Brandon, why does she think this is my fault?”

“I don’t know, but I’d watch your back and never travel alone. When she threatens you, she means it.”

We talked all night about how we wanted Ashley to move away to a horrible boarding school we’d made up for people we hated in the second grade. We called it “The Institute for the Mean and Nasty”.

After I hung up, I realized something.

Everyone deserves to go to the Institute for the Mean and Nasty. In everyone’s innermost thoughts, we all think terrible things. Doesn’t that make us all mean and nasty?

Or maybe the Institute should have a new slogan.

“Everyone is mean and nasty deep down, when it shows on the outside, this is the place for you.”