A Cry for Help

Chapter 2

Walking down the aisle I feel eyes on me. I hear whispers of curiosity. I feel as if everyone is focused on me. Do I know any of these people? Do any of them know or remember me? I doubt it... I've changed. I'm not who I used to be. My freshman year I was this preppy, beautiful girl. I was sort of known around the school. I hear the intercom come on,
     "Jermani Steele please come to the office, Jermani Steele."
I sigh and walk to the front office. As I arrive I see the same principal and this mysterious guy I have never seen. He gives me this smile and tells me to follow him to his office. I'm told to sit down, the principal and mysterio sit across from me.
     "Jermani, this is Mr. Boggs. You will be having a visit with him every week."
I sigh as I assume he is a counselor.
     "I will see you every Monday during 1st lunch." he says in this deep raspy voice. It reminds me of my father. I nod my head as the bell rings. They give me permission to go to my first class.
     English, Mrs. Smith. I go sit in the back of the class. I sit there working on art as she slams a book on my desk.
    "This is English class, not art. Put that away before I send you to the office!" I roll my eyes and close my notebook. The class drags on... tick tock tick. I can't focus. Mrs.Smith has never liked me, ever since last year. Thought she would lighten up a little bit but I guess not. Same ole bitchy ass attitude. The bell rings an she excuses everyone, except me of course.
     "Sit down, Jermani. We need to have a talk." I sigh and sit down. She goes on and on about behavior and that I shouldn't be rude and disrupt class. I just sit there and take her rude remarks, I'm used to it by now.
     "Just because you wasn't here for months doesn't mean you can come in this classroom and act like you can do whatever you want. This is MY English class and you will do as I say. What was you drawing anyway?" It's none of her business. I ignore her question. The tardy bell rings so I take the note from her hand and storm out of the classroom. She yells at me to come back but I just brush it off.
     At my locker I feel a sharp pain in my chest. I collapse. Nobody is around, I just lay there... my thoughts... they vanish. Darkness fills the room.
     "Help... someone...." I manage to get that out as I drift off.

*A/N*
Oooo cliffhanger. I plan on writing every Saturday, Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday. Thank you whoever you are that is reading this, I hope you enjoyed! Until next time
                                                    ~Tabbs