Chapter 19

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My weekend consisted of doing nothing. The only progressed that was made was that I only screamed once in my sleep. 

I couldn't get school out of my mind. It was a shadow, making me uneasy. What if no one likes me? What if they do like me? What if there are a lot of yognau(gh)ts, and they just want to use me? I don't think that will happen, but I'm not ready to let it go, either. 

On the morning of Monday, I was shaken awake by Simon. I groaned and pulled the blankets over my head. It was too early to get up. 

"Come on, Candie, it's time for school," Simon says softly. I groaned again. He sighs, and walks out. 

After a few minutes of just laying in bed, I get up and get dressed. I use my crutches to get out to the kitchen, and see Simon with a plate of toast. He hands the plate to me, and I sit down to eat it. 

Just as I finish it, I hear a beeping sound. I feel the hair on my arms rise as I think about a school bus. 

"It's Lewis and Hannah," Simon says. I relax. "They're going to take both of us, and drop you off at school." I frown. 

I pick up my new backpack that Hannah helped me buy, and we walked out to the car. My backpack was black with neon green trimmings. I had my supplies for every period at my school, along with a notebook and a book I borrowed from the public library. 

We got in the car, my crutches taking up a lot of room. I lay them across my lap as Simon gets settled next to me. 

"Good morning," Hannah says brightly. "Ready for your first day of school?" 

I shake my head and groan. "Can't I not get educated?" 

"No," Simon laughs, patting my head. "You have to go to school." I groan again and cross my arms. 

A few minutes go by and we pull into a large building's parking lot. The school was big. Larger than I'd imagine. I saw kids walk casually into the big doors of the school, glancing over to our car, then back to the school. I sink back into my seat. 

The car pulls in front of the door. I don't move, and look down at the floor of the car. 

"C'mon," Lewis says. "You'll be okay. If you need anything, just call us." I nod, and then open my door slowly. Simon hands me my backpack and crutches, and I walk towards the door. 

Right before I open the large glass doors, I look back. I see Hannah, Lewis, and Simon waving at me and giving me smiles. Simon rolls down his window. 

"We'll be back when schools over," He says. I nod, and notice a few kids in the parking lot turn to look at me. I give a small wave, then retreat into the school. 

I see hallways filled with kids. Some go through their locker, some chat with friends, some don't say anything and walk by. Quite a few glanced at me, and I pulled my hood up to try and hide my face. 

Glancing at my schedule that came in the mail, I head to my first class. There's a woman in the room, and she smiles at me as I enter. 

"You must be the new student, Candie Lane?" She says. I nod. She looks down at a piece of paper in her hands. "I am Mrs. Honey. Your reat is right over here, young lady." She gestures me to a desk in the back corner, and I thank her silently for not making me sit up front. 

I set my stuff down in the desk, and sit down. There aren't any other students, so I sit there. Then there's a loud ringing noise, and I give a startled squeak. Mrs. Honey looks at me and giggles. 

"What was that?" I ask. She smiles. 

"That was the bell for first period, Candie. Class will start soon, once all the students are seated." She says. 

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