The Mistakes I've Made

Chapter 3

         Walking down the sidewalk I finally reach the high school. Twenty minutes. School started at 6:10. Damn. Being the only one outside I walk in the school out of breath. Looking around I realize I'm the only one in the halls as well. Dragging a hand sloppily across my face, I wipe away the rest of my tears and head towards the office. Going down the hallway, and up the stairs, I look through every widow into the classes I pass. In every one I can only see the teachers, male and female. Each one surprisingly either a shade of yellow or red. Non-the less. Finally reaching the door to the office I walk in and up to the desk. The woman behind it, on the phone, points for me to take a seat on the bench. Looking around I see photos of kids and clubs. Good things about photos? You can't see the people's colors. Granted, I still stay away from them, just to be safe. "How may I help you?" The woman behind the desk says drawing my attention from my thoughts. Standing up I walk to the desk. "Yes, um, I need my schedule." I say quietly. "Alright I'll just need your name and we'll figure it out." She replies typing on her computer with a smile. Is she trying to be creepy or welcoming with her smile? I can't tell. Sending me an irritated glance I realize, she's waiting for my name. Well there's my answer. "Right, um, Joseph Johnson." I say quickly. With a small nod she types my name into her computer and scrolls down until she finds my name. "Ok, just take a seat and we'll print this out for you," she says with a tight smile. Nodding I sit down. Boredom now dominates my emotions, my mind starting to wander. I wonder how much red I'll see here. It probably won't be a lot. They change throughout the year though. Orange to red, green to orange, it's just how it works. I wonder why moms is changing so fast. The only possible explanation is she's not taking her medicine. She hates it. Guilt fills my mind. I had snapped on her, then left her to cry. She was just trying to help to. With my eyes tearing up I text her an apology. Quickly after she tells me it's ok. Of course it is. It always is for her. "Here we go, all done!" The lady says handing me my schedule. "Go just down that hallway," she says pointing behind me. Giving her a nod I shoulder my backpack and walk out of the room for the third time today.

Walking down the hallway she directed me I look at my schedule. ELA is first. It's now 6:27. Only 20 more minuets then second hour. Walking up to the classroom at the end of the hallway I put my hand on the knob. Only... am I ready? Can I actually do this? What if I can't? What am I supposed to do? I stand there for about five minutes arguing with myself. Five more minutes pass. After what seems like forever, I move my hand away. I'll go next hour. I'll be early. Yea. Letting out the breath I didn't realize I was holding, I turn on my heel and go back down the hall. Looking at the lockers, I don't stop until I reach mine. 217. Turning the knob I spin it three times, then put in the combination. I don't realize until I'm done that I'm sweating again. Goddammit. Today, was supposed to be good. No attacks. But that feels like it's all it's been so far. Attacks. Opening my bag I grab my pills and bottle the shove my bag in my locker and open the cubby. Mom had gotten me another prescription last night so I can have my medicine at home and school. Mom... no. Forcing that thought away I take my pill and put it in my locker. As I was turning around, binder and everything, the bell rings. Kids fill the hall, surprisingly, putting over a very strong red hue. There were some greens here and there, but most were like walking stop lights. Practically running to my next class I sit in the very back of the class. First one here. Not even the teacher is here yet. Just then, did the students start entering the classroom. First one was a boy radiating red. Damn. To bad. I think to myself avoiding eye contact. Next came in two girls, talking and laughing but both red. Confusion wash over me. They must be in theater. The class is full besides one seat, in front of me, and the teacher. The whole class red. Then, the last student enters along with the teacher. My heart stops. A beautiful girl walks down the isle to the last empty seat. In front of me. I couldn't make out her face though, what with her hair. Now two things went through my head, one bad the other worse. Bad? Sadly the girl was a deep blood red. Worse? I couldn't take my eyes off her. The sound of the door being shut captures my attention to the front of the room were the teacher is and I freeze in fear. No. No no no no no. In the front of the room behind the door, the teacher has a mirror. And I caught my crimson red reflection. The funny part? The teacher is the brightest shade of green I've seen all day. Which leads me to question, does he know? Does he know that by the end of this year his entire class will be dead? No. I don't think he does. 

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Authors note:

  Hello again! Salutations! (What does that mean? It means hello!......good job Tyler.) anyways..... I'm not sure what to say lol.

~Sam