Unravel (Completed)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I sat on the bathroom floor not even worrying about how gross this was. My stomach churned and even though I hadn't eaten anything in days I still felt as if I was going to puke. Tears streamed down my face as I thought of the way Krista and Hannah had looked at me. We used to be so close, inseparable; people sometimes mistook us for sisters. And now all of that was gone replaced by cool hard exteriors. I didn't even know them anymore. I had never seen them treat anyone like this. 

You deserve it. 

A small voice said in my head, I tried to ignore it but I knew it was right. Everything that had happened was my fault and I would be stupid to expect to still be friends with anyone. I took a deep breath and tried to stop my tears. I took an aspirin even though I probably didn't wait long enough to take one. I didn't even care anymore though the aspirin seemed to numb everything for a while and that was just what I needed. 

I leant my head back resting it on the stall wall looking up at the ceiling as if the flickering bathroom light would magically solve all my problems. 

My tears seemed to finally have stopped or maybe there were just none left to shed. I put a few eye drops in so my eyes wouldn't be so bloodshot. 

I stood up my legs shaky and I couldn't tell if it was from sitting for so long or that I had absolutely no food in my stomach to keep me going. I looked in the mirror to see that even though my eyes were somewhat normal my cheeks were still tear stained. I splash some water on my face and rub at the stains of tears on my cheeks to no avail. I curse at my reflection and decide it doesn't matter anyway; I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder. Pulling my sleeves further over my hands I walk towards my next class. The bell rings loudly and I realize that I was in the bathroom for a whole period. I turn around and begin walking to my next class, the last class of the day, I tell myself. I push through the crowded hallways. The freshman's are all looking around weary eyed and lost and I can't help remember how Krista and Hannah and I would always talk about how much fun it would be to mess with them. Just as the thought crosses my mind I hear Krista's voice and look up to hear her talking to a freshman. 

"The math hallway?" she asks tilting her head a gleam in her eyes. The freshman nods mumbling something so I can't hear. 

"Of course I know where that is! I had Mr. Thompson last year." She nods toward Hannah and smiles. "That was so much fun, don't you remember him? He was awesome and Hannah and I played so many pranks on him, ask him about the missing toupee it'll crack him up you'll get on his good side for sure."

I remember the missing toupee; he got so mad if the freshman asked him about it she would get detention for the next month. Mr. Thompson didn't like anyone knowing he was bald.

"Go straight down that hallway and turn left when you see the drama display and then when you reach the stairs go straight up to the top floor and then it's the last classroom on the left." Hannah says pointing in the exact opposite direction from the math wing. The freshman nods her head and thanks them before turning around and walking in the direction Hannah pointed. They smirk at each other and high five. 

The poor girl would be super late for class. I walk toward her and tap her on the shoulder. She turns around and when she sees me her eyes go wide and she gasps a little. I smirk a little at her reaction, I didn't think I looked that scary. 

"You're looking for Mr. Thompson's class?" I ask. She nods quickly. 

"It's that way," I point to the wing that has I sign saying math over it. "I have math next too, I'll show you the way."

"It's okay I already got directions," she says and turns away.

"Don't ask about the toupee," I say after her. She doesn't even turn her head to acknowledge me. I shake my head. She will wish that she took my advice later. I walk to my class my legs protesting about the short walk and I feel a little lightheaded. I rub my hand on the forehead the coolness of my hand cooling down my fever that I didn't even know I had.


"Hello Liz," my teacher, Mr. Wilson, says as I walk into the classroom. 

I try to smile in return but I think it comes out as a grimace. The teacher doesn't seem to notice though he smiles back and greets the next person who comes in. 

Math is probably my best subject and I was super excited for this class when I signed up last year, it’s a full year option and is only offered once every year. It's one of the hardest classes to get into because it is super advanced and prestigious. I brought out my notebook, at least this class was full of nerds so they probably had no idea what had happened over the summer and here I was in the clear. 

My teacher walked in and clapped his hands together getting our attention. He smiled warmly at the class and I found myself actually wanting to pay a little attention. 

"Okay class, I know that most teachers are probably doing introductions and rules today but I figure you all know the gist so I'm just going to get into the lessons. Now over the course of your high school experience I'm pretty sure I've had all of you as students as you were all in honours and there are only two math honours teachers. So I'm just going to try and remember names. Let’s see what happens." 

He went around the class stopping in front of each student trying to name everybody, some people he knew right away and moved on quickly while others he took a minuet to pause before snapping his fingers and excitedly saying a name at which the person he was talking to would nod. 

"Liz,” he said stopping in front of me. I nodded my head and tried to smile at him. “Everybody I don’t know if you know Liz,” he said getting everybody’s attention and pointing to me. “Liz is my top math pupil and one of the smartest students in the country; this is the person to beat.” He said walking back to the front, “now there is nothing more exciting than to see where everybody is and if anybody did their review over the summer. So we will be having a pop quiz!” a few people groaned but I was happy, tests meant no talking and being in my own little world. This was just what I needed after a day of teachers telling me to introduce myself and playing games to get to know each other.

Mr. Wilson hands out the quiz and I pull out my calculator and start on the first question. For the first time in a long time I am able to push everything to the back of my head and concentrate. I go through the questions quickly and put my pencil down; I look around the room to see everybody still working and half the class looking like they are in immense pain.

“Good job Liz,” Mr. Wilson says looking over my quiz. “Did you study over the summer?” I shake my heads no and he lifts his eyebrows in surprise. “What do you think? Does is this test too hard or should I just kick out anyone who can’t get an eighty?” he laughs as he takes out a red pen and stars to grade my quiz. I bring the corners of my mouth a little but it is barely a smile.

Mr. Wilson has been my favorite teacher since I first had him in grade ten; he always is fun and pretty chill.

“It’s pretty easy,” I say, “ half the questions are trick questions.”

“I know but it seems no one else gets that,” he says laughing as one guy slams his fist into his desk. The guy has glasses and bright red hair that is spiraling out of control and doesn’t look like it’s been brushed in years. He has huge glasses that slip down his nose that he keeps pushing up. He suddenly jumps out of his seat tearing up the quiz and yelling “I can’t do this! I quit!” he runs out of the classroom and I swear he is in tears.

“Well you defiantly don’t see that every day.’ Mr. Wilson chuckles before patting me on the back. “Good job Liz, I think we are just going to go over the quiz today so you are free to leave whenever you want.” I nod in thanks and put my stuff back in my bag.

“Tomorrow,” I say waving goodbye.

“Tomorrow,” he agrees waving back, “see class now she doesn’t even have to be here because she knows what’s going on,” I hear Mr. Wilson boasting as I leave. I roll my eyes and head to my locker glad that I can leave and won’t see anybody for the rest of the day. As I'm walking I hear voices down the hall that I immediately recognise.