I finally got a sane mind and went to my first class;reading. The teacher was potentially nice in many ways, and sometimes I wish she would have been my mother instead of having my current b**** for one. The class went by slow as usual, but this class was the one that intrigued me the most. We would always read the most wonderful books. Some of the books almost made me jealous of the life they had. There lives are fairy tales while mine is hell. It may seem unfair, but I have learned there isn't anything anyone can do to fix this burning imperfect world in my eyes.
I was suddenly snapped out of my i guess you could say trance by the ear piercing shriek of the school bell. As I headed to my locker i felt someone watching me, but when i turned around there was nothing. I opened my locker and quickly gathered my things for the next class, but when i shut it there was Derick. I shouted," what the hell you almost gave me heart attack." he chuckled and replied," wow she does talk. No but seriously ,are you okay? You seemed like you had an emotional morning." I said nothing but stared into his eyes. They were the same color as mine, but somehow different. I wish i could get lost in them for hours and not worry about this dread full world. I finally told him that things happen and I would be fine, but if he really wanted to know i could talk at the bus stop after school. He smiled and sent shivers up my spine. I had never felt this way, but before i could keep daydreaming the tardy bell rang and i had to sprint to my next class.
As soon as i got there my teacher just waved me to my seat and began to talk and talk and talk. Don't you just hate those kind of teachers.I was the only student that actually stayed awake because i didn't want to be yelled at by mother or even worst the step-monster ugh.
All my other classes were a blur like school should be, but i almost wish i wouldn't have to talk to derrick or even go home.As i walked to the bus stop i saw Derick was already there, of course.
Derick suggested we go somewhere more private, since he could tell i had a lot to get off my chest. I began to tell him about before my mom got re-married. We were always happy and would do almost everything together. She was always happy and so was my dad. My dad made everything work out when there was a problem he would fix it. He was always happy and smiling which made me do the same. That was until... i saw him die right before my eyes. It was like any other day we were celebrating my birth-day and i had just turned 12. We went to see a long movie about love in a magic and perfect world. The story always made me smile and he decided to take me. Sadly we missed our bus home so we had to walk.As we were walking across a bridge we were ambushed by some no good thieves. They kept saying give me the money but we had no more. The bridge began to creak and i fell over. I wasn't really hurt but i ended up hitting my head on the way to the edge. The man got fed up and angry with my father. My father was bawling for he thought i was gone but it was actually him who was going to be gone. The man eventually shot my dad three times(1...2..3) and he fell down into the stream rite down to me. I couldn't help but feel it was my fault, and the world became dark around me. I was eventually woke to a white room and realized it was a hospital. The doctor said i had a small concussion, but that my father wouldn't be able to say good morning. After i was released my mother took me home. That shine that was in her eyes before was gone now. When we got home all she did was scream and throw things. There was glass everywhere and eventually she just sat down and cried as blood trickled down her arm from the broken picture of my dad.
By that point i was bawling my eyes out,i couldn't speak anymore. The sound and everything else was caught in my throat. Derick grabbed me up and started to cradle me like a lost child, which considerably i was. He kept saying that he was hear, that it was okay, that he would never let me go. I couldn't help but feel worst I don't know why but i did. Eventually i got up and started to walk home but as i did i spoke full of longing," Thank you."
