Until I Die

Chapter 3

I woke up the next day fairly late and realized school had started three hours ago. I quickly rushed to get ready until my mom came in,

"Maddie, you're not going to school today." She kissed my head, "But mom- I HAVE to go, it's my senior year!"

My mom shook her head no and left the room. This puzzled me. Why was she keeping me out today? Did I do something wrong? I wasn't complaining, but all I wanted were some answers but none were answered.

I walked downstairs and went to our kitchen. My mom leaned against the counter on her phone emailing someone.

"Who're you emailing?" I asked politely.

"I will tell you later. I thought you would've gone back to bed." she placed her phone down and took her glasses off.

"Mom, why would I go back to bed? It's like 11 o'clock. And why am I not in school?" I stared at her.

She sat down and explained, "Maddie, the teachers-they don't want your negativity around the others." She teared up a bit, "A student reported that you were seen cutting your thighs in the bathroom, honey."

I was astonished someone would make up such bullshit about me. "Mom, that's not true! That's complete BS!"

My mom nodded and spoke, "The teachers wanted me to do a full body check on you, honey." She sighed and stood up, "Let's go to your room."

I didn't argue, I didn't have anything to hide. I followed her up the stairs.

"Strip." she said with a sigh. I did and she looked in every corner of my body. She checked under my bra straps, under my underwear line, everywhere.

"Those teachers must be fucking kidding me. Put some shorts on and a tank top... We're going up to the school. This fake bullshit has GOT to stop with them."

I put a black tank top on and some white shorts on and tucked in the tank top. My mom made me drive because she was too emotionally overwhelmed with the teachers. I parked in my assigned parking space and followed my mom into the high school.

I whispered under my breath to her, "Do not make a fool of yourself. Control your emotions." She nodded and we walked into my advisor's classroom.

She, of course, had a class going on, but she stopped it to let my mom rant in her private office. I sat with a ninth grader and talked to her about what they were learning. I don't know how long it was but that class ended and another one came in.

My advisor and mom finally came out. My mom looked exhausted and like she had been crying. She grabbed her bag and stormed out. I followed closely behind.