That One Wish I Made ✔

Chapter 15- School Begins Again

Chapter 15- School Begins Again

"HONK! HONK!"

The sound of a honking car grabbed my attention as I munched on the cream croissant, sitting on the huge dining table of the Johnsons' house. I tried and got up quickly and walked to the door, the croissant still in my right hand. I saw a blue coloured car parked in front of the house.

The driver of the vehicle got out and, to my amazement, it turned out to be Travis. Leaving the door of the driver's seat open, he turned to face me.

"Hey Jackie. Morning", he said, giving a nervous smile. I was too surprised to respond and just waved in reply.

"We just thought um... We thought we should take you to school since,uh, you won't be able to drive and taking the bus might just be bad for um... your leg", he continued, motioning at my bandaged leg in the end.

Yes, I was going to school that day. Although I'd not recovered completely, I still could walk without falling. It was after one whole of week of rest after all.

"You came to pick me up?", I asked, feeling speechless. How could he be so kind?

"Uh... Yeah, precisely", he said as he put his hands in his trouser pockets, which made him look really, really cute.

But wait. Why did he say 'we'?

I peered through the opened driver's door and saw Sharon tapping on her phone furiously. She was too busy to notice me.

"That is so very sweet of you Travis', it was Maggie who replied as she made her way towards the door. She seemed to have heard our conversation somehow.

"Yeah. . . Thank you so much. You two are great", I added with genuine gratefulness.

"Hop on then!" Sharon, who had finally put her phone away, said in a cheery voice.

I quickly grabbed my school bag and took a quick glance at the mirror. My (long) hair looked good enough and my dress, which consisted of a leaf printed top and denim shorts, looked sober too. I waved a quick goodbye to Maggie and then got inside the car, which started with a jerk and we drove off to school.

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"Yeeeooow...!", a loud cry escaped my throat as I finished the flight of stairs to the second floor of the huge school and an anticipated pain shot up through my still-not-entirely-well foot.

I stood there without moving a muscle till the pain died down. Some girls passed by, giggling at me. I scowled at them but soon I realised something-

--My position was really an odd one. It was as if I was pooping, but without bending my legs.

I quickly straightened my position consciously and resumed walking to my history class, which seemed like an eternal journey

Random thoughts started crawling inside my brain as I walked. Will I ever go back to my life? The life where I didn't have to worry about things like relationships, dances or popularity. Where I had a best friend who could do anything for me, who always had my back. No matter how much I tried, I just couldn't change. Why?!

Uggh! The tension was just unbearable. If someone ever makes a movie about me, it should be named 'Forever Misery Girl' or something. Seriously, I hated myself...

"Hey Jackie", someone called, interrupting my self-ranting. I turned around to find Travis making quick steps towards me.

"Ohmygod...", he said panting. "I called you about a hundred times!"

What? I didn't hear him call me. He must be crazy.

I looked at him questioningly. "What? I should be the one giving that look!", he said in a protesting manner. He was damn serious.

Okay, I think I'm the one going crazy now.

"Fine, fine... I'm sorry", I said feeling guilty. "Did you want to say something?"

"Well, actually no", he said, sheepishly scratching his head. "I have history too so I just thought we can...um...go together"

I smiled at him. I wanted to pull his cheeks and tell him how sweet he sounded. But of course, I didn't as I didn't want to make anything awkward. . . again.

"Sure', I said and we walked together to the class and I immediately forgot any complaint I had some minutes before.

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"Alright class, quiet now!", Miss Ella, our history teacher, roared amidst the cacophony in the class.

Everyone got silent except for a few, who were still chattering as if their life depended on it. A piercing glare from the teacher shut them up though.

"I want all of you to note these questions down and write the answers yourself based on your concept of the chapter", she instructed. After getting a understanding nod from us, she continued, "You may start writing"

Saying this, she started scribbling on the board with the chalk making that screeching noise that everyone hates.

I sighed and began writing when suddenly something small fell on my desk.

It was a crumpled piece of paper.

I suspiciously picked it and looked around to see who the sender might be. But I couldn't find anyone. . .

A/N

. . . And I'm back!
I know this chapter was kind of a filler but I promise that the next one will be fun:) :)
Any guesses as to who might be this chit-sender?;)