Blue Jay Way

Intro

I was running, from what I'm not sure, but I was running from something. Voices screaming at me that I wouldn't be able to escape unless I left the building, but I knew I couldn't.

Then it stopped.

I was free. I caught my breath and walked back to class, my tics going wild. My shoulders and neck constantly adjusting whilst barking halfway down the hall.

I suppose I should introduce myself, I'm Blue. I am a senior at a high school that you don't need to know the name of and I am quite peculiar. Anyway, let's resume my story.

When I reentered the classroom everyone stared at me, it's not every day you see a Schizophrenic hallucination take place, but all I did was take my seat next to Chris.

He placed a reassuring hand across my shoulders, "Better?"

I simply nodded as a response after he lightly kissed me on the cheek.

"Gay!" Somebody yelled from the back of the classroom.

"I will not permit that sort of speech in my English class!" Our teacher, Mr. Cryer, yelled, "It's not your relationship, so stop worrying about it. Anyway, back to your notes on Fahrenheit 451..."

Mr. Cryer's voice faded into nothingness until I my tics started again, "Sorry," I blurted out, "I'm sorry," I repeated the two phrases a few times until I could finally control what my mouth was saying. I laid my head on my desk and tried to remain calm about what people might be thinking, trying to calm my thoughts. When the bell finally rang I stood up and gathered what little things I had and began to walk out of the class with Chris, but Mr. Cryer had other ideas.

"William," he called

"I'll only be a second," I said to Chris. As I turned around and immediately my thoughts began to race, What if he asks me to stop moving so much in his class, he can't know, nobody can.

"May I speak to you a moment?" He asks me calmly, almost with pity, or what sounds like it.

I gesture for Chris to go and wait for me where we usually meet, his car, but I know that this time he'll wait for me outside of the classroom.

I approach Mr. Cryer nervously, my heart repeatedly banging against my rib-cage. I shift, just enough to feel the tight fabric across my chest, my binder.

"I wanted to ask you if you'd like a," he pauses, considering how to phrase his words, "more meaningful assignment."

"What do you mean?" My voice wavering slightly, revealing the higher pitched voice that I hide, one I only hear when I'm extremely anxious, or stressed.

"I don't think that you need to be studying the metaphors that Fahrenheit 451 present, there's a website that I want to introduce you to. It is somewhat of a blog, but with a competitive edge,"

"It's a blog where, once a year, a certain piece is selected to be published by Time magazine," He looks me straight in the eye then, "I honestly think that you have a very good chance at winning, I've read hundreds of your essays and I think that you can do this,"

I gape at him, the only thing bringing me back to reality is the slight twitch that my shoulder gives, a tic, "Um..." I don't know what to say, my mind races until there is one clear word in my head, "Yes,"

He beams at me, "Thank you! Thank you, please, start tonight, and best of luck,"

I begin to exit, but he calls to me once more, "Wait! One more thing,"

I turn.

A/N: Thank you for taking the time for reading this opening chapter to a WIP that I am working on. I know that I haven't been active, but I want to change that. This is the opening to my first novel and I hope that you will support me and join me on this wild ride that is writing. 

I wish you a good day! :)

- Mich