No Questions Allowed

Chapter six

Chemistry Class is more awkward than it has ever been before. I sit there staring down at my notebook as I draw silly stuff on each corner of the sheet. My eyes barely separate from the clock against one of the pale walls of the classroom. And God I swear time flows slower than ever, every minute owning 90 seconds instead of sixty.

Zayden sits right beside me. His body is stiff, tense and I know the least he feels is confident. My presence discomforts him and I can't do anything but feel guilty about my attitude at the cafetiria.

I had said, not in a direct way, but still that he should leave. But I really meant for him to feel familiar with his real friends. The ones he spends one and each of his days with. But the look on his face when I spoke such words it was just devastating. And what he had told me makes it ten times worst.

He actually thinks I'm up high in a pedestal when I'm just deep down where no one can notice me. My parents wouldn't allow my presence in any of their important events. I am certain they wouldn't even recognize me as their daughter if anyone asks them. And Zayden actually thinks I'm going to fall. And that seems almost impossible for I can't sink deeper than I already am. I am at the very botton and believe me it will be impossible to reach a high level in my life.

The bell eventually rings and I am most grateful for that. I had been the first to rise from the table and flew through the front door. My last class had been P. E and for some odd reason it had flown faster than the other ones. Or perhaps I was just too anxious for Chemistry to pass that it seemed to elapse slower than the others.

My hair is damp with sweat and my thighs feel as sore as ever thanks to the sixty squads we had to do additional to one hundred jumping jacks, and twenty minutes jogging around the field. Yeah, it had been a pretty hard working duty for the second day of class. And it actually feels as if it had been months the ones I've been here.

Time has always flown slow to me.

I wash out the stickiness from my skin in one of the few showers. Honesty, I am not very convince of using those things, mostly here at school, but the sweat is so much I could never stay as damp as that for another second. And so I rather use the shower.

I quickly slid a clean shirt and pull up a pair of jeans since I am not the only one here that wants to clean up. And it's not like if this five seconds shower is enough for me. No. I actually want to get home and take a real bath 'cause I feel like this isn't enough.

I know, that sounds a bit ridicules from my person, but once again, I had been raise under a pretty odd roof.

Pushing the thoughts aside I walk to the front of the building where shamefully my parents pick me up. I know it is the worst for a senior student, but at least I always have transportation and I should be grateful for that.

I watch how most of the students my age drive their stunning vehicles or give a drive to those who own nothing just like me. The parking lot grows every time emptier and I come to realize that it has been a while since school had ended. I look down at my watch and amazingly I have been standing here more than twenty minutes. My parents haven't come for me and they are never late.

This was the moment where I started wondering for their sake. I never said I love them, my parents, but neither do I wish them harm. After all they have been the ones to take care of me all along. They have provided me with everything that a human being needs to satisfy its needs.

Yet they have never shown me what being love truly feels like.