The Last String

Chapter4

"Katie, god, I'm so sorry. Please stay awake." I said while pushing her wheelchair forward.

"I'M GONNA DIEEE." Katelyn cried out loud. "WHAT'S WORST IS THAT I'M DYING SINGLE!"

"Come on kate it's not that-"

"SHUT THE HELL UP." She yelled, a little bit too loud then started crying even louder.

I winced... Was it a pang of heartache? Naaah, not to that point. Heartburn? Yea, maybe a little. Was it guilt? Definitely.

"Okay okay, I take it back. It seems so painful."

"THAT'S BECAUSE IT IS." She shot me the snootiest death glare I've ever seen. "AND WE'RE IN THE WRONG HALLWAY."

"Oh," I uttered in wonder.

"HURRY THE FUCK UP."

I turned the wheelchair around with so much proficiency pushing harder until we were almost considered a new version of Fast and Furious. "Please stay with me, don't follow the lights."

"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO. YOU'RE THE ONE WHO DID THIS." She snapped.

That was harsh. I can't blame her, she's right.

How did this all happen? How did Katelyn end up with a possible arm fracture, freaking out like that? Let me enlighten you, and let's just say it all started with a cookie.

(7 hours ago)

"Finally!" I thought to myself letting out a sigh in.... It was currently 12 o'clock. Indicating that another school day was over.

Normally, I look forward to going to school... Hey! Don't look at me like I'm some crazy woman. I might be a bit dedicated, I like my work okay? Plus, I can't not see Skylar.

It's already hard for me during weekends due to not spending half of the day with her in school. Although I visit her in the orphanage every weekend, I'm still not satisfied with the few hours we share.

Anyways, back to what I was saying. Normally I'm happy to work in here. But today was just so tiring.

During nap-time (which is about 40 minutes) they set me as a substitute teacher for a 7th-graders Art class. And just because I'm the 'luckiest' person alive, two kids got into a fight. A huge one.

To sum it all up, the only time of the day where I can sit down drinking my coffee and enjoying the silence, was beyond stressful.

I stood up from my chair, gathered my things and cleaning up the room a bit before heading to the staff room to pack my work bag and go home. My class had P.E last lesson today so they were going to be picked up by their guardians from the gymnasium just like every other Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

A few minutes later I was done and since there are no meetings this whole week, I was heading home early. Yay... not so enthusiastic. Sighhh, I'm in such a shitty mood and NOTHING SEEMS TO MAKE IT A TINY BIT BETTER. I'm even walking home. Not cycling. Walking.

I was a few meters away from the school's driveway when an all too familiar bus stopped beside the sidewalk. The doors opened making that squeaky sound I detest and out came my dear little brunette.

Skylar ran towards me hugging my legs as tight as she can. I chuckled and scooted down to her engulfing her petite body.

"You didn't say goodbye today." She pouted sadly.

Ah man, now I literally feel like killing myself.

"I'm sorry Sky. I had a really bad day and I got distracted. Will you forgive me, please?" I asked giving her my best puppy look.