More Than Normal (DISCONTINUED)

The Music Still Plays.

6 weeks, 4 days, 14 hours and minutes. 

That's how long it's been since Megan died. 

64

That's how many times someone has tried to pry me out of my room and downstairs. Out of the  times, I've only went out for 19. And only went to school on the half days. Which, there were only six. 

Paige came into my room 19 times. 

Toby came into my room 15 times. 

Sly came into my room 11 times. 

 Ralph came into my room 9 times. 

Happy came into my room 5 times. 

And Walter came into my room 5 times. 

I didn't expect Walter to come in 20 times, because even before Megan's death, he rarely came in. I didn't expect a big jump into Walter coming into my room or even talking to me. It's not much that has changed, it's just been harder on me than him. I got up from my bed and walked toward my mirror. Honestly, I kinda looked like hell. Literally. My blonde was tangled and greasy from not washed and my eyes held dark bags underneath them that seemed to pop out my because of my pale complexion. I ran my fingers through my greasy hair and winced because I stopped at a knot in my hair. I sighed and pulled my hand out of my hair. 

A knock on the door disrupted my thoughts, as I jump from the sound. I rolled my eyes and swiftly walk to the door, going to open it, tell whoever it is to leave me the hell alone and slam the door right in their face. Classy. I opened the door and start my sentence, but I stopped as I realized who was at the door. 

Walter. 

I was shocked at first, but I could finally find my voice to ask, "What do you want?" 

Walter cleared his throat, "We were, uh, wondering if you would like to come with us." 

I raised an eyebrow. "Where?" 

"Uh, we got a case, and if I remembered correctly, our agreement was that if you were in school, you'll be on the case with us." Walter tucked his hand in his pockets, a habit that he has. 

I leaned against the door frame, thinking about my options. I could slam the door in his face, but that'll be kinda mean, plus, I've never went on a mission before, so I could ruin my chances at that. 

"Besides, this will be your first mission." Walter smiled slightly. I couldn't tell if he wanted me out of the garage because Paige told him to bring me along or that he actually wanted me out of my room. 

"Okay." I finally agreed after thinking about it. I glanced at what I was wearing, which was a light pink sweater and a pair of black leggings. "Just, uh, let me change first." 

Walter nodded. "Um, great. Be ready in six." 

I nodded and close the door. I smiled, suddenly feeling happy and bubbly, something I've haven't felt that much lately. I put a timer on my mind screen for five minutes, and quickly rush to the bathroom, washing my face clean. I brush my hair free of tangles, which took a little longer, but whatever. I put on some light make-up, covering my dark circles under my icy blue eyes and search for some dry shampoo inside the drawers.

"Oh, come on." I shuffled through products that I kept inside my two drawers. I slam them shut and go on my knees, opening the bottom cabinets and scanning the products once again, until my eyes laid on the spray in the back. 

"Yes!" I exclaimed as I reached in the back, pulling out the spray and making some other products topple over and fall, but I didn't care. I'll pick them up later, I reminded myself as my  mind screen made a reminder in the reminder section. I groan internally of my mind screen's antics, but I couldn't focus on that now. I close the cabinets and jump back up, spraying the dry shampoo as close to my scalp as possible and I found myself singing, LA Devotee by, Panic! At the Disco. I put the top back on the spray, tying my hair into a ponytail with a yellow hair band and leaving the dry shampoo on the counter.