Estella

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"On June 4, 2014 a tragedy accrued when a Junior by the name, Johnathan Meyers fell unconscious during a High School football game he had been attending. Before Meyers passed out, peers say he was executing strange behavior; such as talking to himself, and running his fingers through the air while clutching his chest. For the twelve hours he was unconcious, Meyers continuously mumbled the name 'Estella' in a voice of alarm, but family members confirmed he knew no one of that name. When Meyers finally came through he ramble non-stop about a "beautiful dancer who approached me during half time, and prior to me passing out she told me her name." Afraid the boy was going insane, doctors decided to admit him to a mental health facility to examine him under the charge he was developing schizophrenia. Twenty-four hours later an infuriated Meyers was released to go home, and to return to school a week lat-"

That was all I had heard of the news report during my week of recovery at home, and I didn't care to hear anymore.

It was humiliating, disrespectful, and just appalling they'd put me in the public eye like that when I was having enough trouble alone dealing with my parents pestering me about my health.

I know what I saw, and I was in no business of denying it.

If my family, the doctors, and my friends needed proof I was going to deliver it. So, in order to deliver it, I needed to go to the only one who knew Estella for sure.

Mrs. Carla the dance teacher.

Mrs. Carla knew everyone on the dance team, and anyone who had attended the school's dance classes. Meaning she would know Estella. Of course though I was dreadfully nervous to approach her, let alone ask about someone everyone swears I imagined.

I didn't want her to think I was crazy to.

For nearly half an hour I had paced up, and down the hall outside the dance room as my mind scrambled for the right words to say.

I feared though that no matter how much I practiced, my throat would still dry up, and I would end up talking about the weather instead of Estella.

Finally though I managed to gather some manly courage, and I began to walk down the hall in the direction of the dance room. I suppose it wasn't meant to be though, because a small brunette stopped me in my tracks before I made it half way to the door.

"Boys aren't aloud in here." She informed, rather rudely might I say, and I rolled my eyes.

"They are if they have business with Mrs. Carla." I informed curtly, and immediately the girls face paled as she studied my features for a moment.

"Are you- are you Johnathan Meyers?" She asked, the present confidence draining from her tone.

"Yes." I responded, praying she wasn't about to call me crazy, but instead her eyes began to shine in the reflection of the light above us.

"The one who fainted at the game?" She asked, caution in her tone, and immediately I knew this was leading up to something.