Karma (Wendip)

8. "... your dating Wendy?"

Here is another picture I drew. I drew this on a scrap of paper, so it isn't as good or clear as if it were made on my iPad, which is where I usually create these pictures.

Cars; lots of cars.

No... not a lot...

Only noise; lots of noise...

Yes.... lots of noise does not mean lots of cars, but trouble... it's never good.

Pain.

Flashes of white... then nothing again. Only sound.

I'm dropped, but where, I do not know.

I feel trapped. Something is constructing my chest.

Screaming. People screaming...

Not just people, but something else, too.

What is it... a screech?

I'm jolted forwards.

Pain... then, I awake.

I stare up at the ceiling, exhausted. Lately, I have been getting dreams like that. I don't know what they are though. I can only recall bits and pieces, like the screeching, or the screams.

I asked dad about it, thinking he might have an answer, but all he said was, "I'm sure you'll find out soon enough. All dreams come from somewhere."

I doubt that.

I turn my head, sluggishly mind you, to the clock on my nightstand.

It's 5:56 am. I've been awake for almost 4 hours. Fantastic...

I sighed and got up. There was no point in complaining. It was time to get ready for school anyways.

I got out of my onesie and got dressed in a red t-shirt and a grey pair of pants. I brushed my teeth and hair, making sure to keep the thick strands covering my forehead in place. I didn't want anyone seeing my birthmark, especially Bill and Robin.

In a torpid manner, I walked down the stairs. Dad was on the couch and Mabel was.... no where to be found.

"Where' Mabel?"

"You didn't know? You went to bed last night without even noticing your sister missing? Lol."

"Dad... thats not how you use the abbreviation L.O.L..."

"Oh... well, Mabel's over at Grenda's house. Her parents are taking Mabel and Candy to school today."

I nodded. It was simple, and understandable. Mabel, often times, went to her friends house after school.

I gazed at the clock placed just above the front door; 7:30 am. It is time to leave.

With a wave of goodbye, I walked out the front door. I will be honest; mornings are one of the hardest parts of the day for me. Every morning, I feel as though I wake up grogginess then the previous night.

This morning was no exception. I even almost tripped down the stepped that lead to the front porch.

That would have been embarrassing...

I arrived at the bus top just as the bus came to a stop.

It must have come earlier to usual.

I waited patiently as everyone else went inside before I shuffled in. The bus driver glared at me.

It just occurred to me that, even though I've known her for months now, I don't remember her name.

Mrs. Cranky? Nah...

Mr. Shorty? Though it would be funny, she wasn't even a man.

I was cut off from my thoughts when the bus driver- guess her name will be Bus Driver- started shouting at me to sit down or she would forcefully make me.

I could only imagine what she would do. I've seen her do bad things to someone else who didn't obey her.

Bless his soul...

Thankfully, I found an empty spot rather quickly. Unfortunately, right as I sat down, the girl sitting by the window, the same seat, looked at me.

It wasn't her disgusted look that made things awkward, nor was it the fact that she was sitting there already. No, it was what she said that made it awkward.

"Um... this seat is taken. Move."

Of course, I am already seated, and I couldn't just move because the bus was in motion.

My cheeks flushed. I was ashamed that I couldn't do anything about this situation. And she didn't even say please when she asked me to move.

"Looks like Dips**** just got rejected! Hey, I thought you asked Wendy out. You cheatin' already? Man that's sick." Robin exclaimed from her seat.

I didn't even notice that she was sitting right behind us.

The girl sitting with me didn't bother to defend me, she just went back to reading a book.

I stuttered an excuse.

"We-I wasn't- that's not- I just- i just took a seat..."

It was feeble and weak, but it was the best I could think of with Robin in my face. I could practically smell the peppermint of her toothpaste.

"So is it true?"

What was true?

"Is it true that your dating Wendy?" Robin explained, almost as if she read my mind.

"Oh, n-no. Her and I are simply f-friends; just friends." I nervously responded.

She hummed before ignoring me the rest of the ride to school. I could tell she was moody, I just didn't know why.

I apologize for providing such a short chapter compared to most of my chapters. If you notice any mistakes I may have made, please comment.

Also, I am sorry if this chapter is a little lame, especially with the dialogue. Can anyone suggest better diction or wording? Please... lol.