I'm Not Who You Think I Am

Chapter 4

The next morning:

Scarlett’s P.O.V:

I wake up to the sound of Darcy’s annoying alarm. I look at the clock on my nightstand and see that I only have a couple minutes to get ready for my first class of the day. “Darcy, wake up or we are going to be late.” I yell, shaking her awake. “We have theater in like 10 minutes!” I say, throwing on some sweat and a sweater. I put my hair into a messy bun, grab my purse, my keys, and run out of the door leaving Darcy by herself to change. As I run to class, I bump into someone that I didn’t want to see. I huff, pushing past him to get to class. “Scarlett wait!” Dylan yells after me.

“I don’t have time right now Dylan, I am going to be late for class.” I yell over my shoulder.

“Then can I at least talk to you after class?” He says still trying to keep our conversation to last. I continue to run to my class, completely ignoring his last question. How can he say something like that? He should know how I feel about our parents. I still don’t think they would leave us like that, I think that something happened to them that night.

Flashback:

“Mommy, where are you going?” I say, watching her and daddy put their jackets on.

“No where sweetie, we are just going out for a walk.” she says nervous about something.

“But who will I stay with, Dylan isn’t here.”

“Don’t worry, he will be here in a couple minutes. But mommy and daddy have to go now. Say good-bye.” Daddy says, kissing my forehead in the process.

“Bye mommy. Bye daddy. I love you.”

(End of flashback)

Little did I know that it would be the last time I see my parents. I wipe the tear that came out as I walk into the class. “Good morning Mr.Fitz. How are you today?” I say, walking over to my desk.

“Good and yourself?”

“Couldn’t have been better.” I say, now taking out everything that I need for the class. Right as the bell rang, Leeroy, Marcel, Victor, Henry, and Johnny walk into the class. “Oh yes class, we have some new members to this class.” Mr.Fitz says suddenly remembering that there are new students. “ Class, this is Leeroy, Marcel, Victor, Henry and Johnny.” he says pointing to them individually. Each one waves, earning laughs from some of the other students. I sigh in announce. Some people can be just plain annoying. “You guys can sit right,” Mr.Fitz starts to look around the room. “there next to Scarlett.” As my mood lightens a bit, they walk over to me. “So, class we will be starting our own play.” Mr. Fitz continues to talk.