Chill Out, Sir

Chapter 28 P.1

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Chapter 28 <Part 1>

It was D-Day.

No, not like the Korean horror movie, D-Day.

D-Day, A.K.A the last day of Finals.

I was freaking out because firstly, this was my last chance in doing well for a paper. Secondly, the time for me to leave was drawing closer.

I couldn't stand the pang in my chest at the thought of leaving Matt, and my group of friends.

That night was also Prom Night, and despite the exams, it was the talk of every girl, and who their date was going to be. Every now and then, I would hear a girl complain how it was unfair that there was Finals, as then they did not have the time to prepare their hair, nails, and so on...

I couldn't care less about it. Hell, there could be a creepy stalker/murderer lurking around and I still wouldn't care. Well, maybe I would, but...

Back on topic, despite whatever I believed, I knew that somehow, deep down, I kind of actually cared about Prom Night. It was just that I couldn't go with the person I actually wanted to go with. Also, this was probably my last chance in spending time with my close friends.

As Saturday was Graduation Day, and Sunday was just double-checking that everything was settled, I didn't know if I would have the time to be with my friends.

Especially since Monday was the day I would move.

I wanted to pull my hair out at that moment. I had never felt so torn in my entire life. Not when I was trapped in the hell hole. Not when I was fighting. Not when Shawn was hunting me down and I didn't know what to do.

I wanted Matt, but I wanted my Dad too.

I began to feel queasy as I finished the last statement of my final paper. I checked my paper once, twice, then thrice, before the teacher-in-charge told us our time was up.

Our time was up. Not only did that apply to our paper, but it also applied to our time in high school. For some reason, I began to tear up.

Gosh, I'm so emotional.

I blinked back the tears as I passed my paper to the teacher who was walking down the rows, collecting everyone's papers. It took some time for her to finish collecting, but when she did and proceeded to dismiss us, everyone began cheering. Even the teacher had a smile plastered on her face.

I smiled, although I was beginning to have a headache from all the loud cheering. Eventually, the smile slipped off my face as the pain worsened.

I stood up slowly, vision slightly blurred, and began walking out. I could maybe find Matt and have a mini celebration with him and the others.

As I walked down the hallways packed with cheering teenagers, Amanda came up to me. I vaguely remembered her wishing me well for my future, since she knew I was leaving soon.

I continued walking down the familiar hallway and stopped in front of a familiar classroom. Thinking it was Matt's, I turned the knob and opened the door, only to be face with my Dad.

He was just finishing counting the papers when I entered, and turned to me, smiling. However, I must have looked what I felt like for his smile to be quickly replaced with a worried frown.

"Danielle? Are you alright? You look sick," he spoke.

I coughed, but nodded my head. "Probably just the flu," I replied.