Fly girl

Ch 3

Chapter 3:

“Okay, so you need to check on her every half hour to make sure she is breathing. Uh.. I locked up the gin and vodka.. At 1:00 you need to wake her up for her medicine. She takes two tabs and you need to check her mouth to make sure she isn't hiding it in her cheeks. I think that is everything.” I hand my moms old co-worker, Margy, the pill bottle and look around to see if I'm missing anything. “Um, I think thats everything though...” I look at Margy with pleading eyes. “I haven't left my Mom alone since the accident. I don't know how she will be.” Margy gives me a hug and looks me straight in the eye “Raven Nicolette, you are not her mother, remember? You need your education and she needs to learn how to live without the thought of her husband coming back. He's not. I will call you if we have any trouble but I doubt it. Now go, before you miss your bus.” I hug Margy and smile, she doesn't know about me never being late.

Before I go to the address that was written on the paper, I shoot over to a convenient store and buy a pack of cigarettes

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Walking into the school I idmediatly want to run away.

Have you ever been in a school? Like really? Its so claustrophobic and gross.

The minute you step inside EVERYONE stares at you.

I've read books about the whole cliques and stuff. I didn't believe them. I should have.

Staring through my hair over my face i saw different types of people staring at me. A group of cheerleaders stare me down as they drape over their jock boy toys. Another group of girls don't even look at me. Half of them was staring at the cheerbots like they were queens and the other half was fixing themselves and applying lip gloss using the mirror on their phone.

The group that intriqued me the most was the group that wasn't a group. It was two people. They caught my attention by being the only two that didn't look at me. They were both whispering back and forth.

One was obviously a girl. She was different though. She aint the type that was obsessed with her hair and makeup. Quite the opposite. she looked very skinny but you wouldn't be able to tell because of the enormous black sweatshirt covering her.

Her brother was wierd. Even when talking to his sister he never moved from his certain position. No matter who talked to him it seemed that his body language was always protective over his sister.

Interesting.