reLIFE

Chapter 3

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          I held the strap of my backpack close and slowly began to walk my way into the school parking lot. Everyone looked normal, unaffected that the fact someone in their school appeared dead.

A sadness overwhelmed me in forms of waves, was I this unimportant to the world or community that no one cares? A sigh left my lips and I decide to focus on my footsteps, the closer I got to the front doors, the harder it was to keep going. I eventually grabbed the metal handle and opened it with ease.

"Cambree, there you are!" A young girl with blonde hair known as Katy Lewis yelled as she sprinted down the hallway. "I've been searching for you, you usually get here forty minute ago? Are you late because you stayed in the hospital yesterday?" She asked, her facial expression was worried. I couldn't let anyone know the truth, I put on a warm smile and let out a laugh. "Katy, it's okay. I just woke up late and that's all to it." I said calmly while starting to walk towards my next class until I realized that I had no idea what my new schedule was.

"Would it be okay if you walked with me, I've been a little worried of how people would look at me knowing I just got out of the hospital," I pause my lie halfway through, "you know how people always watch and judge." I added.

Her eyes lit up with excitement and she grabs my arm then starts off like a bull, pulling me along as she ran. "You've never asked me for help before, this is so exciting!" She exclaimed, basically bouncing on her heels.

I let out a small laugh before watching her babble on about some show she watched this weekend where this girl lives with two vampire boys, I believe it was called vampire dairies and extremely well-known throughout the school but I never took the interest in watching it. Maybe Cambree did, what if it was her favorite show? At this moment I wish I knew more about who I was pretending to be or whoever life I stole.

We make our way to math three, the worst subject known to man. "Ms. Lockwood, can you run to the copying room and grab the papers I just printed?" Our teacher asked before shuffling test into a folder, I wave a 'goodbye' to Katy before switching paths. After several minutes of walking I've come to realize my knowledge on the whereabouts to the room wasn't there and I've been walking around like a cocky idiot.

Searching for someone nearby I quickly rush over to this boy with light brown hair and captivating green eyes, "Hey, do you happen to know where the copier room is?" he frowns while looking me up and down. "Am I not worthy of a 'hello' text in the mornings anymore?" he responded back with a question. Confused I try to pick out a response that might help me figure out both our answers, "My apologies but I've been in the hospital for several days and I guess it slipped my mind." I stated, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Forgotten by my girlfriend, thats a new one."

Wouldn't I know about Cambree dating a guy, I feel it'd be a hit story dancing around the school. Could he just be joking or stating some odd way of confessing? Whatever the reason I still have to finish this simple task and head back towards class before I have bigger obstacles with the principle .

"Enough with this, please just help a gal out," I said with polite smile trying to waver this guy. "Fine." He pouted and proceeded to walk ahead of me but the conversation prolonged with what he did this weekend with his friends jumping off of high waterfalls and doing backflips down rocks, could he just be hyping himself up? Most likely but it was still interesting nothingness.

Eventually we arrived and he helped me sort out the papers since more than one teacher has printed. "Thank you a lot," I paused awkwardly not knowing his name but he caught on and a look of sadness waved over him, "Elliott Bradley, the one and only."

"Listen Cambree, would you mind meeting with me after school. I have some serious questions involving something that happened at the cliffs two days ago." I felt the color fade from my face, does he know about my murder or who I am? Well I guess its obvious that I know nothing about Cambree but surely I don't look that out of place.

"Yes, I have some things I need to talk about also."

I hope I'm not over exaggerating but in a way I need that to be the case, having someone find would put me in a government room locked away with chains but then again how would anyone have proof or believe me even if I shouted, 'Hey I think when I died me and you're golden girl switched spots but its okay now cause I think she's dead.'