Unraveled: A Tragic Mystery

Unraveled: A Tragic Mystery, IV

There was a sudden rush of memories, crowding every crevice of my brain. I remember when we used to walk through these hallways, hand in hand. His long fingers intertwining with my own, leaving little space for ventilation, causing our hands to sweat. We used to never focus on anything else but us. But now, as I walk down the crowded hall alone, I begin to notice the sympathetic stares, and the occasional scowl that comes along with losing your boyfriend. Everybody knows how it happened, but nobody knows why, and unless I find the answer, I will never be able to rest.

I made my way through the mass of people and entered my first period class. English. Seeing as I was the first one there, I claimed my spot and began to get settled. More and more people started flooding into the class room, each person choosing the seat furthest away from me. The quiet girl who is so uninteresting, even her boyfriend committed suicide.

I got that a lot. More than one might like to think. I often get blamed for Kaiden's death. 'If only you were more attentive!', is one accusation I received from his parents. It's not like I don't question myself as to what I could have done differently to prevent this. Everyday is an internal battle with myself, and every day ends in an explosion of tears that had been swallowed back throughout the day. 

I pulled out my notebook and began to copy what was already on the board. I was almost finished when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I jolted around to see who it was,ripping out my headphones during the process. It was no one I had seen before. He was tall, maybe around 6'1". He towered over me, staring into my eyes. He parted his lips, "May I sit here?" He asked with a husky voice. A voice that resembled someone who smoked too many cigarettes in their life time, but he didn't smell of smoke. "Sure, doesn't matter to me..." I answered hesitently. He slung his bag off his shoulder, set it on the ground, and with a swift, quick movement, he kicked it beneath his desk. He then proceeded to set his books on his desk, and one in particular caught my eye. "You like 'The Great Gatsby'?" He asked me. I didn't answer, I just put my headphones back in, turned the music on full blast, and lost myself in 'To Kill A Mockingbird', our ARP to english. 

I felt another tap on my shoulder, this time, I didn't turn around. When I felt my earphones get ripped out, I began to turn, infuriated, prepared to sucker punch whoever the bastard was that came up with the great idea to piss me off. "Have you lost your fucking mind?!" I screamed, scrambling to turn off my music. "What the hell would possess you to-", I was cut off by the slight gasp that came from the whole class room. I slowly looked up, taking in her pointy heels that made her feet resemble somewhat of a penguin. Her long taupe pencil skirt, ending just below her knobby knees. Her 'all-too-professional' black blazer, and her virgin white blouse underneathe. I then made my way to her beady eyes, so dark, they appeared black. She scowled at me, and from her lips, only one word had to be spoken. "Office." she said, so final, like she knew she would have the last word, and that if anyone challeneged her, she would fight to the death. But I was the kind of girl to never pass up the oppertunity to challenege someone, so from my gritted teeth, and with my books in hand, I replied, "Yes Mrs. Hunderson." I smiled as I walked away. I could almost feel the hole being burned into my back from her, and the classes stares. Just as I was about to exit the room, she called out, "Do not bother coming back to class today Ms. Matthews." She believed she had the last word. How cute. With a grin on my face, I whipped around to face her and my fellow classmates, "Wasn't planning on it." I winked, and spinning on my heels, I was out of that room faster than you could say  the word 'bitch'. I exited the room victorious, the winning last words still fresh on my lips. I veered my way into the opposite direction of the office, and ended up outside. I sat on a log, and waited in silence until lunch. Well, at least, I'd hoped that would've been the outcome...