Breaking Free from Everyday

Chapter 16: Done

Chapter 16: Done

Melanie

I tried. I tried so hard to feel anger, to feel hatred, to feel anything that I could grab onto, but all that I felt as I watched Parker saunter down the hallway was this unrelenting sadness. I felt my throat constricting as tears threatened to billow out of my eyes, but I was so irretrievably calm.

I was scared too. I was scared of this numbing sensation that washed over me, like a rain cloud, thundering through my brain and washing this icy chill across my skin. When my body started to do this, I got really temperamental, and I was like a time bomb, anything could make me explode.

I was afraid of myself.

I slowly walked to the library and picked up my notebook from the table I had been sitting at earlier, and then headed down the stairs towards the gym, where I had class next. I don’t think that I have ever dreaded gym more than I did right now, and it wasn’t because I didn’t have any best friends in the class, or because I had womanly issues, it was just because I was so tired and wanted to take a nap, but I still had to put on a happy face. The vultures in my school can sense fear and depression easier than my doting mother.

I was at the big doors to the gym, and pushed one open, but instead of heading towards the locker room, I walked over to the gym office, praying that the new gym teacher would pity me. My puppy dog eyes worked perfectly on adults, who were so paranoid about having crying students.

And so, five minutes later, with teary eyes, I had a blue pass in my hand and was making my way down the hallway to the nurse’s office, where I was praying I could just sit on a cot and sleep my way through the rest of the school day. I had spent enough time with the lady that she liked me, though she hated how I would slack myself away hanging out in on a bed instead of actually participating in my classes. Mrs. O was like my best friend. One of the few I had at this place.

As I opened the door to the room, I let the words, “Hey Mrs. O,” fly out of my mouth, trying to sound upbeat, but quickly closed my mouth as I saw who was sitting in my designated cot.

Nicole.

That sarcastic bitch got me stuck in detention. She was on my mental kill list.

I was too nice to actually create my own kill list.

She slowly lifted her head up, and the smirk on that face of hers made me want to scream. I almost did.

She heavily sighed, as if I was a spill and she had to clean me up. “Don’t you have some pom-poms to throw or something?”

I clenched my fists, feeling my nails dig into my palms, forcing myself to breathe in and out. There was no need to freak out.

I can still do this.

I didn’t even own an individual set of pom-poms, but I wasn’t going to fight her on this right now. I was just too tired. I had traded my uniform in today for a red sweater, jeans, and my ugg ankle boots, going for something comfortable, since it was freezing outside on this particular November afternoon and I didn’t think it was socially acceptable to wear the same cheer uniform every day.

Though some did.

I surveyed the office, no one was in there, not even Mrs. O. Nicole was lying on one of the makeshift beds, with her hand resting over her stomach. Her long dark hair was straight, in some type of halo around her. The black dress she was wearing had slits on the sides and her combat boots weren’t laced all the way. She pulled off the badass chick look perfectly.