Chasing Chaos

Chapter 3

   The next day I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock. I've never really cared about what people thought of me. I always ignore the mean things people do to me. My mother always used to tell me I was mature for my age. I thought it was a good thing, but when everyone around me is so immature I guess I don't really fit in.

     I sat up in bed and cringed as my body ached. I shook my head, I didn't know why I felt like this. Usually people didn't get to me. I looked down at my wrist where the bracelet used to be. I should've got it. I knew I should've got it but I kept going. I can't face everyone on the bus again this morning. I just can't. They probably all have it on video, laughing at me. They don't even know me. 

    They don't even know what they've done. 

     I walked out of my bedroom to see my dad watching TV on the couch. 

     "Hey dad, I don't really feel good. Do you think you could take me to school today?" 

     He looked over at me, "if you don't feel good why not just stay home?" 

     I hadn't missed school ever since my mom passed away. Even before that I had a perfect attendance mark. "You know I don't like to miss school." But really I didn't know how much my dad knew anymore. Ever since my mom died its been weird. I can't really explain it. 

     He looked at me for a couple more minutes and sighed. "Alright, get ready." 

     I walked back into my room and started to pick out my clothes. My dad was a lawyer so he didn't have to go to work until later. I don't get why he doesn't take me to school more often. My mother used to always take me. Ever since she's died I've felt alone. Even though my dad is in the house, I've been feeling as if he wasn't here. 

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     My dad pulls into the drop off loop as the first bell rings for class. I grab my backpack and slide out of the car. Without a word my dad drives off. I watch him go and sigh.

     "Hey look! There's Dizzy Destine!" I cringe and turn to see a group of boys laughing and pointing at me. One is standing there looking apologetically at me. Austin. The girls love him. He's nice, funny and hot. He's one of the only people at this school that actually leaves me alone. I don't know what he's doing in this group full of retards though. 

     I pull my eyes away from him and look at another boy who is watching a video on his phone and laughing so hard I wonder how he hasn't choked yet. Great. I knew someone had to get a video. But really? Dizzy Destine? That's what they've come up with? I used to love my name. The way my mother said it when she woke me up and called me for something. Around school my nickname used to be Desi. I don't know what happened since my mother died. I guess I just kinda closed myself off. Before she died everyone just left me alone. Now they come up with stupid nicknames like Dopy Destine, Deadhead Destine, etc. Now I could add Dizzy Destine to the list. It could've been worse I guess. Some of the names they called me hurt really bad. At first I used to cry when they called me names. Now I just keep going.

     I pushed past the boys and walked towards my first class. I was one of the last ones to get there so when I walked in everyone's eyes were on me. I sat down towards the front and the class erupted into laughter. "Dizzy Destine" echoed around my ears. I pushed it out of my mind and thought of my mom. The teacher clapped her hands to quite the class down and started her lesson on the Aztecs. I ever really liked history. It's always been boring to me. I tried to focus but I couldn't stop hearing people whisper about me. Why are people so immature? Are they really so wrapped up into themselves that they live to see others suffer so they can make fun? I pushed the whispering out of my head and listened to the teacher drawl on about the Aztecs.