The Huntress

Part Six

"Okay, just give me a second." I say, taking sips of coffee in between grabbing a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and pair of socks. I ran to the back of my room, and around to the bathroom.

"Fuck!" I yell from the bathroom, I had forgotten to do my Biology homework last night. I walked out and slung my backpack grudgingly over my shoulder, and ran to the garage.

"Ready?" My grandfather asked, turning on the white Ford truck.

"Sure." I respond, pulling out my notebook and textbook for biology. I turn to the 142 page, the other 141 pages make a loud crash, falling to the book cover.

"Did you forget that last night?" He asked, looking down at an image of a prokaryote.

"Yup, but it's not much." I respond in a rushed manner.

"Don't kill yourself over it." my grandfather responded. Those words hit a sore spot for me.

"I won't." I respond, scribbling down a page of notes, trying to keep my mind off anything negative, but the thoughts kept rushing to the front of the line. They kept eating away at my mind.

We got to the high school in ten minutes, just enough time for me to shove the contents of my bag back in. I ran out the passenger door and slammed it shut. I waved to my grandfather, signaling him to leave the parking lot. I had to leave if I had any chance of making it out clean today.

"Hey!" Hannelore yelled from across the parking lot, waking me from my zombie like state.

"Oh." I say, my anxiety filling every hole of my mind.

"What wrong?" She asked, but I wasn't in the mood to give her a full answer.

"Anxiety." I say, immediately regretting telling her. I tried to walk away from her or fall back behind, but she wouldn't let me.

ation with Grier. I hadn't seen her since I went into the mental health hospital. She hadn't visited me at all. It was a little strange, but I guess it was normal for her. She and mental hospitals don't have the best track record.

"So. You feeling better? Sorry I wasn't there at all." She said sheepishly.

"No, it's alright, and I'm doing fine." I say, lying. I hate lying to her.

"That's good." She said, just as we reached the lockers.

"Yeah, meet you in homeroom?" I ask, turning the padlock on my locker to the first number.

"Yeah." Dahlia responded, walking down to her locker.

I quickly grabbed my Geometry textbook, folder and binder, and quickly made my way to homeroom.

"Miss Lukas, your back. I hope your feeling well." Mr. Willmonte said, smiling.

"And if it isn't miss Knightly." I could hear behind me. Mr. Willmonte always said hello to his students before homeroom started, and would address them by their last name. It was a little quirk he had, none of the other teachers taught or lead homeroom the way he did. He was kinda cool I guess.

"Hello again." I say, sliding into the desk next to Dahlia.

"Hey. So, ready for today? You all caught up?" She asked, smiling.

"Yeah, as caught up as I can be." I respond, thinking of my falling grades.

"Okay." She says, laughing a little at my answer.

We sat in the two desks, away from any other classmates, until homeroom was over. I heard the bell ring, and I sat right up. I was zoned out for most of the time.

"Time for you to go to Geometry." Dahlia said, pushing me out of my seat.

"Hey! Fine." I respond, surrendering my seat to a kid from a different homeroom.

I walked out of the classroom and into the bustling hallway. I had to take a small trek over to a different hallway to Geometry class. It wasn't so bad, it was mostly the noise that made the walk unpleasant. I struggled to walk to Geometry as multiple boys were trying to make a touchdown, a couple girls were trying to stop their boyfriends from fighting for some odd reason. Of all the open time in a school day, they chose to fight at 8:15 AM. i didn't understand it, so I just continued to class. I got to class just as the bell rang.