I Don't Really Know...

Chapter 12: Silence

I stare at the screen and I feel like fainting.  Well, didn’t this just get much worse? I just found out that my life-long friend is cousins with the blonde devil.  Could this get any worse?  

My eyes twitch and my mind starts to completely go insane.  I don’t type anything back and I close my computer slowly, still thinking.  Of course, I have no one else to talk to, unless I want to talk to Vanessa Wilkaz. I’m so funny…..

In the history of the world, this has to happen to me?  And, of course, no school tomorrow for me!  Or for the rest of the week!  

*********THE NEXT DAY*************

Unfortunately, even though I don’t have school until next Wednesday, I still have to collect all of the homework and classwork I will miss.  Whoopie.  I walk through the school doors with my head down, a hoodie covering my embarrassed, tomato face.  I walk to my locker, encountering many people on the way, who snicker at my back.  I hear them burst out laughing as I turn the corner.  Just random people, I don’t care what they think.  I quickly speed up and bang on my locker door, clanging it open with a muted bang.  

Something hits my foot.  It’s a tiny note, folded up from a post-it note.  I open it up, and neat handwriting covers the tiny note.  It says:

Hey, thanks for standing up for me, it was really nice of you…..I’ll try to make it up for you….must be pretty embarrassing to be suspended, no offense, so here you go.  Look up.

I glance back up to my locker, to see papers, textbooks, and a sticky note attached to the pile in the top part of my locker.  I peel the sticky-note off and on it is listed all of my assignments, homework, you name it.  All homework for the week I’m gone.  And it’s no small amount.  I groan a bit, but smile that Mila was nice enough to do this.

I gather everything in my thin arms and, staggering, walk back to the entryway of the school and see Ms. Lasdon’s car.  I stumble toward the car door and trip over my feet, dropping the books and stray papers fly everywhere.  I burn, feeling like someone poured a bucket of lava onto me.  I hurry to pick everything up off of the concrete and throw everything into the car. As I close the car door behind me, I see Ms. Lasdon in the front seat pursing her lips at me in the rearview mirror.  

“Sorry for the holdup,” I mumble, knowing she won’t respond.  She gets mad easily and when she does, she ignores you and acts as if you don’t exist. Hopefully this won’t last long.  She sticks the key into the ignition and the car rumbles, like an old man waking from a long sleep.  

As we drive away, start to wonder, could this get any worse?  

As the following week continues, my brother is the only one who kept me company.  Ms. Lasdon didn’t talk to me, and I knew I disgraced her family.  When she doesn’t talk to you, she means it.  My brother helped me with homework, studying, and Ms. Lasdon found so much stuff to do she could cook for Jaison, but not me.  I’d ask something, and she would get up and leave.

Typical.  

And, because of the fact I can’t drive, I couldn’t go get myself some McDonald’s.  Thank God this school lets you get your driver’s license in junior year. 

Later, on the weekend, I look at the list Mila wrote for me.  

Tests:  English (essay)

English Presentation (Write paragraph about yourself-interests, hobbies, personal information, life before this, etc.)

Science (constellations paragraph)

I could deal with the English essay and homework.  The science, though, was just taunting me, as if a hungry dog with his favorite treats.  If I didn’t do it, it would start me off with a nasty grade, and I don’t need to displease Ms. Lasdon anymore.  

I just need to get that stupid science done.