Unexpected

chapter - 4

I woke up to the shrill ringing of my phone alarm. I swear, if it wasn't my phone, I would have destroyed it a long time ago.

I whine and groan, keeping my eyes closed tight, and reach over to the nightstand, to silence the annoying device. I probably should’ve opened my eyes, because it slips out of my grasp and falls to the floor. In a panic, I shot out of bed, to discover the phone had broken.

Well, isn’t this just great!

I guess no more phone.

And they wonder why I hate Mondays so much.

I swear, the most terrible things that happen in my life always happen on a Monday.

Example?

When I was 6, I was playing in the park and some random boy pushed me. And guess what? I fell into dog shit. A Monday.

When I was 12, I broke my arm while skateboarding. A Monday

My mate rejected me - on a Monday.

And the list goes on and on. Monday’s just seem to have it out for me.

How am I going to convince my parents to buy me anther phone? Ugh! I think to myself.

When I finally get myself out of bed, I go into the kitchen. The tension between my mom and dad was heavier than the moon... okay not that heavy, but you get the point. I knew something was up and I was eager to know what.

I clear my throat loudly and sit next to my dad.

Mick and Kate weren't there, so I assume they had already gone.

Well, I guess I'm taking the school bus today, I think.

"Tara, can you come home early today? We have something to talk to you about." my mom says, taking a sip from her coffee.

The only time they call me ‘Tara’, was when they were mad or someone had died. 

"W-what’s wrong?" I stutter, not sure if I want to hear the answer.

"Nothing, we just want to talk to you." dad says, trying to reassure me, but I knew better.

*******

At lunch, I find myself sitting with Lara and the others. I normally avoid sitting here because, of Mr. Alpha and his pack of bastards, their table right across from Lara’s, but today I forced myself to face them.

"Tara, did hear what I just said?" Lara asks, snapping me out from my thoughts.

"Sorry, can you repeat it?"

"I asked you if you'd like to come over this weekend?"

"Uh... yes...... I guess." I trail off.

"T, are you okay?" she asks, worry in her voice.

"I would be, if you cast a spell on me and make me forget everything." I answer in a quiet voice, so that only she could hear me.

"You know that I can't do that."

"Then don’t ask if I'm okay."  

'Woah someone is a bit bitchy, today,' Alex says in a teasing voice.

'Can you just shut up?!' I retort back.

"Sorry, I’m just worried for you…" she mumbles.

"Sorry, Lara, I… Ugh " I groan, standing up from the table, frustrated, and leave the cafeteria.

I really don't know what has gotten into me. One moment, I’m all smiles, and the next moment, I’m bitter.

I was walking through the corridors, and no one disturbed me while I was going to my locker.... I just lied.