Flash Of Life

Health

Next thing I know Eileen is shaking me awake.

"Mary! Wake up! Mary! Can you hear me?!" She was yelling.

"Eileen! Quit yelling! What's going on?" I said trying to calm her down.

"You fell down the stairs walking down to health." She replied.

"I fell? Or was I pushed?" I said that last part while giving her a death glare.

"Don't give me the death glare! And you fell! No one pushed you. Your converse was untied and you tripped over the lace."

"Oh. Sorry then."

"It's fine."

"Where's Kayla?"

"In health class."

"Why aren't you in health class?"

"Ms. Hart excused me so I could stay with you."

"Well that was nice of her."

"You were unconscious for a little while. I would think that's serious...." She trailed off.

"...well?"

"Where's your mom? Shouldn't she be here?"

Eileen didn't know about my mom. Whenever we got together it was always at her house. She knew about my dad, though.

"Oh, uhh. Work... Maybe?"

"Oh. Ok. I would've thought she'd want to come down and see you."

"Nope. Not her. Probably at work."

"What about your Aunt Rebecca?"

That's when all my emotions started rising up. Fear, anger, sadness, and so much more. But I held them in. I couldn't let Eileen see me this way.

As I started to get up, the nurse came in.

"Are you sure you're ready to go back to class?" She asked me.

"Yes, I'm sure I'm ready."

"Here." She said handing me a container.

"What are they?" I asked while shaking the container.

"Pain medications in case you start to feel pain in your head again. You hit it pretty hard."

"Alright thanks!" I said as I walked out of the nurses office. Eileen was trailing behind me.

"You know... We missed the first half of health. Might as well ditch the rest of it."

"Who are you and what have you done with my friend Eileen Stefanie Sampson?!"

"Eileen Stefanie Sampson is right here. But the real Mary Casey Larson would ditch no matter what."

"I just want a day where I can get all my classes in without ditching anything."

"Wow!" Eileen said enunciating it.

We walked to health in silence the rest of the way. When we walked in, the class was doing their own work, not health work. I gave my pass to Ms. Hart and took my seat against the back wall. I sit in the back for most of my classes. I was to busy focusing on what was going on with my class that I didn't notice Kayla was sitting right in front of me. Talk about luck.

"Hey. You ok?" She turned around and asked.

"Yeah, I'll be ok." I replied.

"Good. I don't need my first friend dying on me." She said.

We chuckled.

That's when I regretted coming back from the nurse. Ms. Hart got up in front of the room and said we were going to do work now. The whole class was moaning and groaning. I couldn't believe it. Did she seriously just wait for me?! Like seriously!

The worst part was that we were discussing sex, the meaning of it and stuff that revolves around it. I was ready to vomit. Like, ew! Who wants to talk about that?! Most of the girls in my class were whores. But hey, that's only my opinion. Where as me, I'm still a virgin. Yeah, yeah, who cares? Not me. I don't regret it, not one bit.

That was when I did what I do best. When the teacher teaches a lesson I don't like, I take out my iPad, pretend to be taking notes, and listen to music. I love having my earbuds in because nobody notices.

I'm a big fan of country music, so I was listening to Reba McEntire. I LOVE her; she's like my idol! I always listen to the same songs on repeat though, Somebody's Chelsea, and You're Gonna Be. They somehow "speak" to me. It's weird to think that.

Before I know it, class is over and Eileen is dragging me out of my seat.

"What are you doing?" I half asked, half snapped at her.

"Ms. Hart dismissed us late, we are going to be late for our study." She answered.

That's when I looked at the clock and realized we only had two minutes to get to study class. We were never going to make it, it was one the other side of the school. We were screwed.

Luckily, Ms. Hart noticed the time and gave us a pass. I never felt so lucky in my life. I wasn't going to get detention on the day of my suicide. That would only interfere with things. Now, off to study class.