Reliving the Questions

Chapter One

I always knew I was different, I mean for one thing I never fit in anywhere. No exaggeration, It was absolutely impossible. Its not like I didn't try, I am a very open minded person. But that just starts my story off. I will tell you the story of how I got into the popular group.

It all started when I was 11 I had just moved schools. Just a typical story of a new kid, right? No, This had been the third time in the past month, I guess I am just easy to pick on. I have bullied since the age of nine because I wanted to find my crowd. The crowd that would accept me for my scars the crowd that would accept me for me.  But the problem was I didn't even know me. ME, wasn't the person who never wanted to look into the mirror. ME, was the average girl trying to fit in.

I walked into the school and immediately noticed the diverse groups. Its funny how you can tell so much by someones clothes, pose, and eyes. That is my key to fitting in. At least I thought. So moving on, I walked down the hallway waiting for another bruise to add to my body. But it didn't come. Everyone walked into class , or at least made the attempt to. One kid bumped into my arm knocking my books to the floor.

"Hey, watch it"

I just kept my ground and calmly picked up my books. When I felt a cold clammy hand appear over mine.  Psych! Nope, this isn't a love story! Or is it? Just keep reading. I felt a quick slice to my hand owwwwwww.... I got a paper-cut.  Of course my finger reacting to the pain, I started bleeding.

"Hey, are you okay?" The boy helping me asked reaching into his backpack asked.

Hell No! I wanted to say... But impressions, duh.

"Yeah, thanks. " I said instead. He pulled out a band aid and handed it to me. "Here"

True Love at last!No keep a straight face, Flare.. Oh yeah my name is Flare not really it is actually Darcy but who likes that name? Not I.

"Thanks" I said.

He smiled,"My name is Brody, you?" He asked.

"My name is uh Flare"

"Why hello 'Uh Flare,' what class are you heading to?

I smiled," I am heading to English with Mrs. Hemming"

He glanced at the classroom that I had been in front of, "Well you've got the wrong class, Here, I have that class too, follow me."

I walked behind him with the feeling if safety over me.  I knew I had found my crowd. At least that's what I thought.

We walked into the class room and sat next to each other, the teacher excused my tardiness for being new and not knowing my way around the school to well. I had been really good a English, for my love of reading and writing had came in handy. English was fun at this school, she said since I had already missed out on most of the lesson, I could read one of the books on her bookshelf. I  chose the "End or Something like that" It is quite interesting, can't wait to finish it.

Next class I had was French which wasn't hard at all since at my previous school, I had been learning french as well. The teacher is very kind and asked if there was anything I needed help on. After French, I went to math which I am not the best at but I was really happy to find out that I have Brody in all my classes.

During Math, I took notes in my notebook and I also doodled a bit.  I stared at Brody the whole class thinking I had finally found a friend. A really good friend too.

After class, Brody showed me where the cafeteria was, we got our lunches and continued our conversation about whether Mrs. Hemmings was actually tall or that she just wore really tall high heels.

"Her pants cover her High heels, she is actually really short." Brody repeated for about the third time.

"Fine you win." I mumbled.

We walked outside when I saw her long blonde hair and the melody of her soft voice longing on to her friends. I stopped abruptly. I knew her, that was the bitch that started all of my pain and worries. I ran off back into the school with Brody chasing after me.

"Wait Flare!"

I kept running, even though I knew I couldn't escape, I never have, never will. I heard footsteps running toward me, more then one persons worth. I ran faster starting to lose my breath, tears streaming down my cheeks. I ran out the back of the school and into the other field. I ran all the way to my house. I didn't even make it inside when I felt a sharp tugging grip around my wrist, I turned to face Brody.

Tears still streaming down my face, he stared at me. I was about to walk inside when he finally spoke up.

"What happened back there?"

Still I stayed silent not daring to even make eye contact with him. I was ashamed, first day of a new school and already a bad impression. I stared at the grass down below me. It was so fine, I never really took time to notice it much.

He grabbed my shoulder and gave me a little shove, "Hey? Are you okay?"

I shook my head. I didn't need for her to find out." Okay then what can I do."

Right then I collapsed onto the grass below me, tears burning into my skin. I saw a shadow move around to the front of me . Brody had sat down on the grass. Was this what true friends did?

He smiled and said that everything would be okay, that everything will stop. Then I realized he was right, but I couldn't let my guard down. I knew I needed to be prepared for whatever could happen. I needed to face my fears, even if it is the last thing I ever do.

Finally when I got the chance to pull myself together, I looked up and my eyes met with a grinning Brody. He stood up and reached his hand out to me. I grabbed it, and stood up. Out of nowhere I felt a whoosh of a cold breeze through my hair. And all of a sudden I was on the ground; a cold, dirty, ground. I opened my eyes and felt a forceful smack across the top of my head.

I looked over and saw a shovel. It had fallen from the shelf that I was under. It had dirt specks covering it. I looked around and realized I was being surrounded by my past, the past I never stopped living. It glanced over and saw Brody staring off in the distance, his eyes wide in fright. I walked over to him and looked in the direction he was staring in. There was a note written in a red liquid, still wet. I picked it up. It was the first clue! The first clue to answer my question.

"Roses are red, Violets are blue, You have one more chance to run, Before we come and find you. "

I looked at it rereading it again, and again. I looked back at Brody, who still hasn't moved. Then I remembered the window. I walked over to the far side of the shed and pushed a giant bookshelf out of the way. I went back to where I originally was and grabbed the shovel. smashing the window, I thought and thought about what my real question was.

When it was finally safe enough to climb through the window I dropped the shovel and turned towards Brody," C'mon, we have to get out of here before it's too late."

He looked at me his eyes were shining from holding back tears, "What, Why? What is going on?"

"Trust me, listen now, and I will explain it all later. I promise," I exclaimed.

"I don't know if I can. I mean after all I just met you." He confessed.

"I could just leave you here to die." I suggested.

"Fine, I am coming." He stood up and came over to where I was standing. He climbed onto the ledge and jumped out. I took one last look for clues before doing the same thing.

Outside was exactly the same as it had been before; A desert. I walked over to see a another clue written in the same liquid.

"Now that you have made it to stage two, we will give you another clue, To escape you will need to be precise, and you only get one chance so make sure your choice is wise, North lays upon the mountains of trouble, but it is better then south for the danger is double, East has its ups and downs, and west is something familiar but don't make a sound."

So many choices; so many ways to die.