The Lost and The Found

Chapter 11: Home

"Hey." Sam said poking my side.

"Oh my f-" I started but stopped myself. 'Ugh, don't touch meeeee" I wined. I made this deal with Sam and I promised her I wouldn't swear...at least not in front of her.

She doesn't know of my bad mouth habits behind her back, but I guess she's okay with it as long as she doesn't hear it.

"What's up?" I ask her.

"Oh nothing, same as usual, ordinary day with boring classes and normal people." She said over exaggerating a few words.

"Oh com'on Sam, it is not that bad." I said emphasizing not.

She continued and rolled her eyes with a hazy gaze. Something's different, Sam is acting....weird.

"Are you okay?" I said her truthfully.

"Yeah, I'm fine, why?" She said turning her head in my direction.

She had her arms crossed in front of her laying on her books and such. Her legs were crossed as well and she was slightly slouched over.

"I'm not sure, but did something happen?"

"Mmh, no. At least not on my side of things. Are you okay?" She asked genuinely worried.

"Yeah. I mean I don't know...something feels different. Something is defiantly out of place."

She laughed at my words. "You must be paranoid or something Kc, everything is normal."

I wiggled the little annoyance out of my head and sighed. "I must be tired then. It has been a long day." I add slouching over and crossing my arms. I set down my head into the basket of arms I just made.

I am really tired. It might just be my brain telling me I've used up all my energy.

Oh well. I shook it off and rested for a good 5 minutes before the bell rang, which signaled the start of class.

Everybody was here today which usually doesn't happen. Someone most likely always gets sick or just skips. I guess today was different though.

The class carried on like usual. Nothing interesting happened and it was extremely boring. My teacher was in a crappy mood and I got stared down from someone in the back. Probably Seth since I haven't talk to him for a few days.

On the other had it's probably the guys all in general, like our little group. I could hear them whispering and laughing in the back. It sort of reminded me of a group of girls, laughing at something from yesterday that wasn't even funny.

The stare burnt right through me though. It felt like this person was trying to put a hole through my stomach.

Like they were trying to mentally kill me. Almost as if I was dead to them.

I rubbed off the harsh feeling and got over myself. It wasn't that big a deal anyway.

As soon as I heard the bell ring I rushed out of class and walked straight to my locker.

My last class was with Mrs. Tanning. God, I hate English class so much. We don't talk about anything important.

I was in the room before the class started. When the bell rang a few people came in late. I was ready for class. I had my book open, my homework out, and a pencil in hand.

By the time she finished taking attendence we had 20 mminutes left. She was already late to class by 5 minutes, then she had to wait for the people who were late which was another 5 minutes.

So class was off schedule and she was wasting time, which didn't surpirse me. She finally started class. She handed out a couple work sheets, told us what to do, and then went back to being lazy.