How To Live Dead

Chapter 6: Happy Birthday!

                 Kimberly:

    "Kimberly! Wait up!" Tiffany called.

    I turned around. Tiffany's face was streaked with tears. Seriously she was crying over him? Wow.

    "I just wanted to say thanks that you told me" she said. I shrugged. To be honest, I didn't think  she would believe me; girls like Tiffany would just think I was a jealous bitch or whatever.

      She smiled but then it quickly faded. "That asshole" she muttered under her breath, & walked up to Brayden.

     I didn't get girls. Why were they always letting out their emotions in public? Couldn't they just...relax? I admit sometimes I can't stand somebody, but I make sure I don't totally blow. I'm not trying to hate on girls, since I'm one, but why? Seriously, why?

        I could hear Tiffany yelling in the background, as I walked to class. I smirked. Brayden was getting yeled at, by a girl. I smiled at that thought.

      Back at Aunt Tasha's house, (which was my new "home,") I was pretty lonely. I felt lonelier than I felt when my mom would disappear, & I would be all alone in the house. I wonder why.

    Aunt Tasha was trying to be gentle with me. She even suggested that maybe I could stay home tomorrow, because she thought I needed time to cope through the loss of my mom, but I told her no, I was strong enough to go to school tomorrow. She didn't seem to agree, but I persuaded her that it was ok. Soon, she seemed satisfied.

     I was studying for the math quiz we were having tomorrow, when my cell rang. I jumped up, sort of frightened by the sudden noise, but quickly recovered. I checked the caller ID. It read Brayden.

     Great, now he was calling me. Geez, what does he want now?

    I didn't pick up the phone. It stopped ringing, then rang again. This time, I picked up the phone, & said, "Hey Brayden. Please don't call me anymore. && don't talk to me, either. Bye, loser." I hung up on him.

    The phone rang again. I rolled my eyes. Didn't he get the message now? That I did not want to exchange any words to him? He still didn't get it by now?

     I let the phone ring, & finally, for the whole rest of the night. it did not make a single sound.

    The next day was my birthday. I was neither happy nor sad. I didn't feel up to the birthday spirit, though. I hoped that my mom would at least talk to me. I mean, I was 17 now. It was my birthday. Would she call me, or forget 4 years in a row? Let's see.

     Aunt Tasha drove me to school. She kept asking if I would want to stay home. I told her, no, I was just fine. She still didn't seem convinced, but shrugged it off. I guess she thought if that was what I wanted, then so be it.

    I got out, & started to walk my usual route to school. I wasn't going to be surprised if my friends forgot my birthday, too. Not that they forget, it's just...I was sort of pulling apart from them.

     "Hey! Kimberly!" a male voice called after me.

    I turned around. It was Sebastian. Brayden's friend. I don't really talk to him,so I was surprised why he was calling me.

    "Hey..." I said, wondering what he wants.

    "Your birthday's today, right?" he asked.

    I was shocked. How did he know? "How-how do you know?" I ask, curiously.

      "I have my ways," he said mysteriously.

    Now, I was creeped. "Are you a stalker, or something?'