chapter two

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Chapter 2

I hate Mondays, especially this one. It is the day after Spencer's body was found or 'The News' as everyone else calls it. No one can bare to speak her name. But do they really care? Did they really know her? Everyone is saying the same thing: "Spencer was a great girl" which was true but not the whole story.

I force myself to go to first period: geography. My usual spot is taken at the front so I take a seat in the back right corner. Everyone stares at me when I sit down. I don't understand why though. I am not a freak. They know that I was Spencer's friend and that I'm in pain. But nobody cares enough to talk to me.

It is a normal day. Everyone is talking to each other about the same old gossip. Lucy broke up with her boyfriend, no surprise there. Tina Richards supposedly was caught kissing Milo Kantor in the girls' washroom. That is slightly disturbing but Tina has been trying to kiss every boy in our class since freshman year. Finally, there are the theories about what happened to Spencer. They have come up with everything, from Spencer running away and committing suicide, to her being abducted by aliens. No one really knows but, I'm pretty sure it's not aliens.

Mr. Steeles walks to the front of the room. Today like every day, he coughs loudly to get everyone's attention. Unlike most teachers, he is notorious for his unnecessarily loud coughing.

"Remember the rules: absolutely no cheating or talking during the test. You are never allowed to get out of your seat. I will collect your tests at the end if class."

Shit! I forgot to study. I was supposed to study yesterday but I was too busy cuddled up in a ball underneath my covers crying. Even if I tried to study I would not have slightest bit of focus after what happened yesterday. I will definitely fail this test.

As Mr. Steeles hands me my test he stops. I open my mouth to ask to retake the test tomorrow but he just shrugs and walks away. But no worries, I can do this. Geography isn't that hard. I hope it's multiple choice

I pick up my pencil and scribble my name. Unfortunately it's not multiple choice. Question 1: Magyars are the people of what country? Ummm.. Slovakia. No, it's Russia or maybe Romania. Could it be Hungary? I have absolutely no idea it could be Germany for all I know.

No need to panic it's just one question. I'll just try the next one. Question 2: Pilbara is a region in what Australian state? That one I have absolutely no idea what it could possibly be. I am definitely going fail this test.

After one hour of this, Mr. Steeles collects the tests. He stops at my desk once again and stares at my test with a frown. I can't explain myself. All I have written is my name, not even the date.

Everyone strolls out of the class and I eagerly follow. I can't wait to leave. But it seems like life's not letting me leave peacefully. On my way out, I trip over a chair that some idiot left in the middle of the aisle. I fall on the floor, but unlike the movies I do not land in a tumble or roll but instead I fall flat on my face. My nose starts to bleed but I do not care.

I run over to Maya and Sara. Sara looks at me and hand me two tissues, one for the blood and one for tears that she knows that will drip from my eyes. Sara and I have a very special connection. We know exactly what another is thinking without even talking. All it takes is one look in the eyes.

"I'm tired of this grieving," remarks Maya "we need to move on" I stare at her blankly. How could she possibly say this? She of all people should understand how much this hurts all of us. I look at Sara she has the same expression on her face, shock and anger.

"What I mean is that we can't stay like this forever, not talking, crying ourselves to sleep. We need to remember her, say goodbye," explains Maya. "Tonight my place, for a movie, her movie,"

"The Shining." Sara mumbles with sadness. Spencer's favourite movie was The Shining. She loved the creepy and horrifying movies that made you so scared that you'd wet yourself if the doorbell or telephone rang. That movie was the creepy movie which was exactly why she loved it. I'll bet she never expected her life to turn into one.

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