Living life in the Climbers' Shack (Sequel to What have I become?)

Chapter9- School Reaction

Chapter9-school reaction

I had the hardest time sleeping but I managed to dream. It did bother me that the dream was about my math teacher but, at least I slept. I used my little brown book to write down the dream like I did when I was younger. I wanted to remember it so I could have something to talk about with Keith and Stephen later.

I wanted to stay in bed that day because I was so tired and kind of wanted to isolate myself. I decided I would go to school and climbing even though I hadn't slept well.

Stephen and I had a silent agreement to walk together while Keith just looked out for me from behind. On the way a guy yelled loudly at Stephen. He was angry when he came up to us but then changed when he talked to me, "Hey, your the babe from those disasters across the country there. What was it like?" I just stood there and not just because of his rude guy attitude but, I also didn't want to talk about it. He continued to talk, "Let's say you and I hit it up sometime." he then walked away. Keith came up behind me and told me it was alright to talk about and that he would listen later.

The other climbers stopped and ate at The Restraunt but, I wasn't hungry so I walked to school and stood by myself. Standing there wasn't too bad and I knew I wasn't missing anything. Every day we did the same thing at The Restaurant. First we put our coats on the same chairs at the same table as always, then we got up and got the breakfast buffet food and finally we ate it. The same weird govertantal system that paid for our stay at the Climbers' Shack also paid for our food but for some reason nobody bothers to take advantage of it.

That day I failed a test in math, my best subject, because I had a lack of interest in it. One of the new kids made a joke and ran away with my test. I would normally chase but this time I just stood there so they brought it back. I tore up the test angerly and some new people tried to ask me if I was alright but I ignored them with a lack of response. I guess I could have predicted this from my Internet research but I found it hard to think about anything besides the tragic memories.

I said as little as possible to my friends and I didn't even answer the math questions that I usually was the first to answer. My math teacher kept me after class to talk but he only made me more upset. He was all like, "I heard what happened, everything will be all right it's not like this will happen again. At least you survived but seriously, why didn't you save anyone?" I was so mad at him but he didn't get the clue. He had never been good at emotions; he would threaten to take points off when I didn't work as a joke, who does that? He kept telling me I should have told the boy to stop or yelled to the people near the fire.

The next class was just as bad because I was unable to concentrate or do my work. I wasn't talking like everyone else and apparently someone wanted to talk to me. When someone said hi to me, I was irritable and disruptive by having an out burst of anger. I started a yelling fight with the person.

I did nothing constructive at school, I didn't even eat. Before this whole fire and train disaster thing I used to eat lots of heathy food so that I could swim well but, now I just didn't feel hungry.

After all the classes, the last bell rang. I wasn't as happy as I normally could be but, I was happier than I had been the last few days.