The Wallflower's Bloom

Chapter 10: Kangaroos

Chapter 10: Kangaroos

At home, I began to worry about Christa more. I would lie in bed and just think and think of the possibilities, and I just either frightened me or relieved me.

When it came to school the next day, I walked in, hoping to see Christa's face with a smile, but...didn't really see much of a face at all. She, she wasn't here!

I was shocked and starting freaking out. What if something bad happened!? What if she's hurt? What if she was kidnapped? I quickly realized how ridiculous these were.

I sat down and realized how boring it felt without her. Just, the atmosphere made it feel like a whole different place. It kind of reminded me of the beginning of the year, all alone and afraid about what I would be called next.

After the daily announcements, Mrs. Webb began to speak. "Okay, so today we will be studying Australia, I know it's not the best subject, but I will...fun, and all that...sheets due tomorrow...blah blah blah" I just completely zoned her our and when we got the assignment, I was clueless.

I did the old "yawn to secretly cheat" stretch to see what we were doing and it looked as if we were doing like a drawing of an Australian animal and its special features. It looked fun, considering I loved drawing, but I just wasn't in the mood for that.

After I finished drawing my "kangaroo", it looked more like an anorexic bear that wore its jeans sideways. "Crap," I whispered to myself, "I didn't know I sucked this much at kangaroos."

As I walked on my way to the second period, I heard these two kids. "You want it!?" said one of the taller, bigger, stronger kids. "BRING IT ON!" I heard the short one say. "I'M A BLACK BELT!" Although I knew this was true, the short kid didn't stand a chance against the other one.

The taller one threw a punch at the short one. Damien, that was his name. Damien blocked the punch and grabbed his arm and began to twist it. "Fuck!" the taller one said, who I suspected to be a seventh grader, considering his height.

He lifted up that boy as if he were just a feather. It was crazy, the kid was about four feet in the air! When, Damien let go. SMACK! His body hit the floor with a huge thud, as he lie there motionless. The taller guy decided it was a good time to run, so he took off as if his life depended on it.

I looked behind me and realized that almost all of the classes had watched. Damien still later there on the floor as I watched his breathing slowly shorten in breaths. I started getting this feeling inside. It was sticky and uneasy.

We all watched as Damien slowly arched his back upward to try and get his head off the ground. He let out a screech. It felt as if it had went into your ears and shook all of the insides of you on top of eachother.

"Get a teacher!" he screamed while laying back down. A teacher quickly ran and saw Damien. "Can I, well, I can't walk." Damien said, "It hurts too much." The teacher had her hands clasped together over her mouth.

"Who did this to you!?" she almost cried.

"Jeffrey," Damien gritted through his teeth, as if it just hurt him to say his name.

"We will be giving him a referral and a suspension from school immediately!" the teacher screamed, "Damien, come on, I'll help you up."

The teacher attempted to pick him up, but failed to Damien's dismay. "I can't..." he sobbed, "It, it just REALLY hurts!" I could tell he had definitely broken a bone...or more.

"Here," tell them to come and get him," the teacher demanded, "Damien, we won't let this happen again." she spoke sincerely.

"EVERYONE!" my second academic teacher screamed. "CLASS HAS STARTED!" the abrupt disturbance was enough to temporarily scare anyone. So, we all went to class and missed what else happened.

The rest of the day went by just as first period. Which, in turn, really annoyed me. I went on the bus today and decided that I should tell my mom about Christa. Not that I like her, but just that I met this really nice girl.

"Hey mom?" I asked with a gulp.

"Yeah?" she answered while doing the dishes.

"Well, I met this girl. Wait, yeah, the girl you saw at the hospital. Well, she's pretty, and smart, and like, amazing."

My mom stopped scrubbing the dishes, and I saw a huge grin swing across her face. "I TOLD YOU YOU LIKED HER!"

I sat there and but my lip. "Mom, I don't, she's a good friend. (Only friend) I just wanted to tell you that like she's awesome. I think she is not telling me something though.

My mom paused again, "Not telling you what?"

I nervously twirled my hands. "She won't tell me why she was at the hospital and she wasn't here today."

My mom looked worried. It just made me feel worse.

I started to cry, "I don't know what's wrong!" I hugged my mom tightly and allowed her to speak.

"I'm sure she's fine honey." she said.

After that, or was for once peaceful around the house, and I finally crawled upstairs, climbed into bed, and I tried to go to sleep. Although, it was very difficult.

"Hopefully she'll be there tomorrow." I worried. "She does, she is, she WILL be here tomorrow!" I screamed, but too loud, followed by falling fast asleep. I was finally relaxed today.