My Immortal

Chapter 2

I stared at my disheveled brown hair. It was as good as it was going to get for the day. I glanced at the clock in the bathroom and ran out into the hallway.

“Erica! “ I shouted. “We have fifteen minutes left”. I brushed off my brown and orange striped sweater.  The third day of school was a whole lot better than the first. For a few things, I had made friends with a group of kids or as I referred to them as the “Crazies”. Another thing was that I wouldn’t be so nervous today because I had finally figured out how to get to my classes.

I entered our small kitchen to see my mother burning toast again. She laid it on the table while giving me one of her apologetic smiles.  Fast footsteps entered the kitchen; I turned in my seat to see Erica.

“How does this look? “ She asked. She was referring to her jeans and one of her favorite shirts.

“You look nice, sweetie “Our mother said. Erica muttered something and marched down the hall to change.  “Was it something I said? “.

I shrugged my shoulders and bit into the burnt toast. I was used to burnt breakfast and burnt dinner. My mother was no professional chef, she was a secretary.  Erica came back wearing a completely different top.

“How about this one? “ She asked. My sister shook her head and marched back down the hall once more to change.

“Is there something wrong? “ My mother asked me. Erica never acted like this at our old school. She behaved much differently in the mornings.

“I don’t know “I said. Erica seemed to care more about how she dressed lately. After our first day of school, she marched into her closet and started picking out what was “cool” and what wasn’t. We couldn’t immediately go shopping for back to school clothes on our family’s budget, so with a pout she agreed to make do for a few weeks.

When she finally settled on an outfit, I almost leapt for joy.  Our mom rolled her eyes, grabbed the car keys and pushed us out the door. We hopped into the car and pulled out of our driveway. Unfortunately my mom didn’t check her rearview mirrors that well and she backed up into our neighbor’s trashcan.

I glanced at my gym bag in the car floor. Inside were my clothes for band practice. The ride to school was quick. I jumped out of the car vehicle and ran to find my friends. I glanced back at Erica who was walking into the building with her face aimed towards the ground.

She kept begging me during the car ride if she looked ok or not.  It had started to get on my nerves.  

My friends and I entered the cafeteria and sat down waiting for them to tell us to get to homeroom. School was starting to form a routine, I liked it. There was one person that sent me bad vibes though. I didn’t know who she was but she hissed at me one time. I looked around the cafeteria for the girl, but I couldn’t see her in the crowd of people.

“Are you excited! “ I heard Kam as she marched into the cafeteria.  Her hair held that dye smell- ick! - but her hair looked nice. It had been auburn but now she held streaks of fire engine red. 

“About what? “ Abby asked. Her hair matched her personality. Blonde! I started to believe that she was the reason there is a stereotype.  Her breathing started to get heavier and heavier.

“The video, your brother’s showing us “Cory explained. Cory was one of the “Crazies”. He was the smart one in the group and put the rest of us to shame.  A few students referred to him as geekgork, for his love of fantasy role play.

Abby titled her head in confusion. “Oh yeah, I do have a brother “She said after thinking about it for a moment.  Speaking of her brother, he sauntered over to our table.

“You freshies think you can handle watching it “Felton asked. There was his notorious smirk he always wore.  It lingered with arrogance.

I turned to Ethan waiting for him to speak. He had been quiet all day, not speaking a word. Normally we could never get him to shut up. I didn’t ask him why though.  It didn’t concern me at all.

“You’re such a dork, Ethan” Felton laughed. I didn’t realize I had been staring off into space. I missed what the two had said, in fact; I missed being called to homeroom.

The school day went by pretty quickly. When it didn’t I would tap my pencil against my desk. A few of my classmates sent death glares towards, but it’s not my problem if they don’t like tapping. Band practice couldn’t end soon enough either. Once we were done I zoomed for the school parking lot.

“Oh my, that is so totally true “I heard someone squeal.  The voice sounded familiar.  The moment I stepped out on to the black top, I could see in plain view my sister giggling along with someone. The girl she was talking to was, well, she was known around school. Especially with the guys. I didn’t know her name; I thought it started with a “C”.

Erica turned slightly on her hip to see me. Awkwardly I bounced beside her.  There was certain weirdness with my sister’s behavior.  She wasn’t acting herself.

“I’ll text you later “The other girl said. She fixed her way too small tank top and got into her car. Erica waved and then turned to me.

She flipped her hair. Like I said weirdness. “Hey, that’s Chelsea, isn’t she awesome or what? “ I heard Erica’s voice but it sounded like a completely different person.

“Sis “I opened my mouth to say something but then I closed it. If I had opened it, maybe things wouldn’t have turned out the way they did. But at the time, it wasn’t my problem, and if things weren’t my problem, Then I wasn’t going to deal with them.

“I think I see mom pulling up “I pointed towards the blue minivan that arrived to the parking lot. “ I have to eat before I go to Ethan’s”. Erica nodded her head and plopped beside me in the van.

There wasn’t anything spectacular about my mom’s van. Other than the fact McDonald’s trash was over the whole floor, and there wasn’t any air conditioning, it was a plain average van. We had a personal touch on the back window.  It was an American flag for my dad. He was in the Navy and was gone a lot. I haven’t seen him in four months.

I glanced at my sister.  It’s not that I had a problem with Chelsea, but my dad and mom would. She would be what my parents would consider a “Bad Influence”.  Erica doesn’t do to well with “influences”. I know from person experience.  My sister is the most naive gullible person (Let’s not forget Abby for a moment) I know.

Honestly, a new Erica would scare me more than a ghost!