Awake But Unaware

Chapter 5 : Secrets

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When I got out of bed, it was 7:49. I had barely enough time to get dressed. I threw on a pair or ripped light jeans and a black Thrasher shirt, with some white vans. I ran to bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face, and threw on some deodorant and perfume. Then I grabbed my brush and brushed my messy curls into a low ponytail.

I ran to my room and grabbed my book bag, my phone, charger, and a few dollars for lunch.

Amondre was in the kitchen eating cereal as I was walking out. "I'll see you late, Mondre." I said as I left the house.

I barely got any sleep because so much has been on my mind. And the little bit of sleep I did get, it was some freaky scary dream that came with it.

Weird stuff is happening and I honestly have no clue why. I thought about it on the bus ride to school.

Once I got to school, I had barely enough time to get to my locker, so I just went to class.

The bell rang once again, and New Girl wasn't here yet. I wanted to tell all the weird things that's been going on. But I didn't want her to think I was crazy. I started to work on my notes when I saw New Girl walk in. She smiled at me. "Heey!" I said, excited to see her. Everyone looked at me with a look on their face. Whoops. I was loud. New Girl giggled and walked to her seat.

I sat the whole English class thinking about other things. The teacher then told us to get in partners. I turned around and looked at New Girl, to make sure that she would be my partner. She put two thumbs up. The guy in front of her nodded his head. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"You want to be partners?" He asked. This is the first time someone ever talked to me, other than New Girl. I shook my head. "I was talking to the girl behind you," I told him. He turned around and looked behind him. Then he laughed. "Whatever." He said.

I walked over to the empty desk next to New Girl and waited for instructions. "Okay, I would like for one person from each group to come up, and write yours, and your partner's name on this sheet of paper.If you don't have a partner, just write your name." She held up a piece of paper. I told New Girl that I would do it. I walked up to the front and grabbed the pencil, and wrote my name. And then I realized. I don't know New Girl's name. I looked at my teacher. "Is something wrong, Esme?" She asked. "Um, do you know the New Girl's name?" I quietly asked. She looked confused. "What new girl?" She asked. Are you serious? She doesn't pay attention enough to know that we have a new girl? Well that explains why she didn't introduce her on the first day.

I turned around and pointed at New Girl's seat, but she was gone. Where'd she go?!

"Well, she was sitting right there," I told my teacher. "Maybe she went to the bathroom." The teacher nodded her head and motioned for me to move, so that the next person could sign the names. I walked back to my seat in the back and waited for New Girl to get back. She came back into the classroom out of the hallway and sat down. "Where did you go?" I asked her. "I had to pee," she said. I asked her what her name was, once again. She told me that she couldn't tell me. "Well, why not? I kind of have to write our names down in the front." I told her. "Well, just don't write mine," she said. I shrugged. Okay....

The rest of the day until lunch was quiet. At lunch, I asked New Girl why I couldn't know her name. "It's a secret," she told me.

Why is your identity a secret? I wondered. My mind was taken off of it when she pulled out that delicious candy from yesterday. I grabbed a few and started popping them in my mouth, one after another. Yuum.

"Do you have any secrets?" She asked me. The only secret I have is everything that's been going on that's so weird. "Yes," I told her. She smiled. "Tell me." She said. I don't want to. I shook my head. "Nahh. Not now. And plus, you wont even tell me your name," I giggled. She shrugged. "Its probably not really a secret. Not a real secret, something that I can't guess." My heart jumped. Could she possibly guess what's been happening? No. "Go for it." I told her.

"Let me guess...you pick your nose?" She guessed. I laughed. "Gross," I told her. She tapped her fingers on her chin. "Hmmmm. You're not a virgin?" she guessed again. I made a face. "Wrong." I told her. "I give up," she said laughing.

I decided to try to get to know her. I asked her if she had siblings. She said no. I asked her why she moved from Arizona. She said she got lonely and tiring there. Then I asked her if she lived with her parents. She told me her parents kicked her out when she was 12. She's 17 now. She has her own place.

Then I asked her where she lived. "Melly Meadows. 736, Meadow Lane." I widened my eyes. The houses in Melly Meadows are old, big, and expensive. How could a 17-year-old afford that? I asked her how she paid for it.

"I do things for people. Whatever people want me to do, I do it. And they pay me lots of money for it."

I wanted more details on the types of things she did, and the type of money she got.

But that was for another day.