A Crazy Phase

CHAPTER FOUR: Ah, The Smell of Drama

November 5, a place I'd rather not be on a pleasant Monday morning

School.

That was a word almost universally hated by all young folk. It brought drama. It brought heartache. It brought a lot of stress and hardships, even some gray hairs, as I can testify.

But then again, school also brought friendships and lifelong bonds. For some people, that is.

I stood on the sidewalk where Ben had dropped me off. I wore a dark green turtleneck sweater and skinny jeans that I had found in my dresser at Raina's house. Since I didn't have my cosmetics with me, the turtleneck was the next best option at hiding my bruised jaws.

Raina, being the favorite child that she is, called Mom yesterday to inform her that I would be staying another night. Mom didn't seem to care.

Ben had dropped me off early since he had to be at the police station early, so I stood and stared at Brookdale High School.

There were some crazy kids that had walked those halls.

But after I had snapped over a month ago, some might believe I was the craziest. Some even steered clear of me, and as for the youngsters, they might as well have shouted how scared they were of me. It was really obvious every time I walked by. Their knees would shake.

And finally, the one person I could not stand with all my being, finally left me alone.

So I could say that, in the past month, things had gotten a little better.

But the only thought pounding through my mind was of a dark haired, light eyed boy named Cass Harding.

I had to find him before he told any and everyone what had happened two days ago. This was a small town. If word of my arrest got out, it would soon circle around to my parents. And I would not let that happen again.

A car honked and brought me back to the present. The parking lot had filled up and students were milling around the front door.

Full of intent, I stalked through the groups of friends that were being obnoxiously loud for it being only seven-thirty in the morning and walked straight to the front double doors.

As I pushed past one group, a girl glanced over her shoulder at me. The whole group got quiet before bursting with laughter all at once.

"Loser!" One blond haired guy shouted out and put an L shaped finger to his forehead. Except it was backwards. The group cackled.

"Whoa, never heard that one before," I muttered, but pressed on up the concrete steps.

The first thing I heard when I pushed the heavy glass door open was a high pitched shriek. And then a person was running at full speed towards me, black hair flying everywhere.

Ava skidded to a stop before she could crash into me.

"Remi! You shouldn't have come today!" Ava said her eyes wildly glancing behind her and over her shoulder as if waiting for someone to sneak up. "I mean, you're sick, right?" She pressed the back of her hand to my forehead. "Oh, heavens! You're burning up. Let's get you to the office, and call your mom to come get you before you get everyone else sick."

I almost humorlessly laughed when Ava said my mom would come get me, but I held back.

"What happened, Ava?" I said and stood my ground as she tried to tug me to the office. She stopped her attempt and turned to me.

"It's really not that big of a deal," she said, and looked over my shoulder at something. I turned but she spun me back around and grasped my shoulders. "You'll probably overreact anyways, so I say we either head on to class or you go home-"