Abnormal Teenage Summer

Chapter One: Moni

Yes, I am a depressed 17 year old girl. I like quiet space and like to act like I'm alright with all the chaos in my life. Who is mostly to blame for this? Those no-good jerks. They judge every god damn time they can even if they don't know me that well. They have a label on me that I can never run away from. I'm the freak. Why? I have no friends, no one who cares about me, (Not including my over-protective mom) and worst of all... No one who can save me from drowning.

I don't have anyone I can pour out my feelings to or maybe even just have a conversation with. I sit alone in school while quietly eating my lunch and minding my own business. I watch the people who have friends they can talk to and laugh with. I envy that. So, I decided to be different and to do something bold.

One day I was tired of everything at this rural country school in Willows Creek, Washington. I had dealt with 7 hours of this hell school and was going to wait 17 more minutes until the bell rang at 2:30 to get out of school. I didn't talk the whole day until last period, science. Mrs. Johnston asked "What happens when rocks hit the water?". Nobody raised their hand so she was desperately looking around the classroom to pick on someone since she didn't want to answer her own question.

She finally picked somebody, and that somebody had to be me. "Moni, can you tell the class what happens?" she asks nicely. Mrs. J looks quite pleased with herself on picking me. I really don't know the answer so I reply "Well, they sink and don't come back up because the weight keeps it down to the bottom and it officially drowns. Then no one cares about it since they've been forgotten."

Her pleased look turns into a shocked and upset look. The whole class starts laughing at me. One popular girl named Casey looks over at me and exclaims "Well, Moni. You probably think that was so cool and deep don't you? It wasn't cool but it was deep. Now, go dig yourself in a "deep" hole and be forgotten why don't you?" (Did I mention she was one of those no-good jerks?) The teacher of course didn't hear that since there is so much laughter still going on. I start to write the misery date all over my paper. June 4th, 2001. I can feel water forming in my eyes. I call them symptoms of depression.

After waiting of those last miserable seventeen minutes to pass the bell finally rings. I keep mumbling "Everything will be over soon." I'm basically running to my red locker. I spin the dial and start whispering "47-38-4" It opens and I shove all my belongings into my mom's old navy blue with grey paint-stained shoulder bag. The zipper isn't cooperating so well, but I finally get it zipped. I slam the rusty red-colored locker door as hard as I possibly can and start running to the black double door exit.

I start to walk on my regular route home. It's a quarter mile away to my house but, I first have to go through a woodsy part where there are immense trees. I put my headphones on and start listening to music that soothes me. I'm halfway home when a guy from school named Trey, also a no-good jerk, throws his football at me and says "Eat shit!" I stumble on the ground and start running. Faster. Then faster. Until I reach Portland Ct. I see my brown one-story house with a stained window on the door.

My hand scrambles through my pocket to get my key before he chases me again. I finally feel it and quickly open the door. I throw my heavy shoulder bag on my 4ft black bean bag next to the brown sectional. I go to sit down on the brown couch and I hear 3 knocks on the door. I lay down to hide myself so Trey couldn't see me. I wait for about 5 minutes till I sit back up to see that he's gone.

Sighing loudly, I check my watch to see what time it it. It's 2:44 which means only exactly one hour and 26 minutes until my favorite show Ellen comes on. So I decide to break out the nail polish and give myself a pedicure. Right in the middle of painting my second toe a metallic silver grey color my mom walks in through the garage door. I've been dying to ask her a question all day but to be courteous I let her get situated.

She puts her briefcase under the desk, asks what I want for dinner without excepting a response, she goes to the shower, comes back out to the living room in her pajamas, and decides to have a conversation with me. To start off the conversation she asks me "Are you going to answer my question?" "Yeah, tacos." I reply.

"Alright."

"How was work today?"

"Stressful. Dealing with all my co-workers not getting along. It's just like being in high school again. Just so much drama. Anyways, how was school sweetie?"

I take a glance at my feet and make a sigh that was, quite frankly, loud and reply "Crappy, as usual." She looked away from me and didn't respond, so I took my chance and asked her the big question. "Mom, can we move to New York? Just leave this town and go far away from here? Our family lives there anyways, plus you wouldn't have to deal with stressful work and I can have a fresh start."

You could see her whole face turn from a rosy color to pale white. She looks at me dead in the eye with a stunned look. Finally, she opens her mouth saying "Honey, let me think about it. How about I call the family and ask their opinion while you paint the rest of your nails. Alright?" A huge smile pops on my face. "Okay mom." She gets up and stretches then says "I love you sweetie, don't worry about a thing." She strolls down into the hall.

I begin to paint my nails again but, before that I look at my watch. It's 3:27. I still have 43 minutes until Ellen starts. I finish my nails, it's then 3:42. I change the channel to watch the rest of the other programmed show. A door slam echos through the hall and I pause the T.V. Walking slowly towards me is my mom. With the facial expression on her face... I think she has bad news.