!DISCONTINUED! Miserable At Best (a Derek Sanders/Mayday Parade fanfiction)

Chapter 3: It is possible to get banned from the International House of Pancakes

Chapter 3

1.

"ALLISON JANICE CAMERON CARTER, WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN FOR THE LAST HOUR AND A HALF?!"

Ah, the rage of my mother. She stomped up to me as I slammed my back against the door, looking for an escape.

"Ah, my um, friend took me to the p-park." my mother was close enough to be in breathing range.

"Oh yeah? And what did you do?"

"Um, eat ice c-cream."

"Why are you nervous? Was it a boy? How old is he? Do you like him?"

"Mom! Of course I don't like him, I met him today!"

"Oh. Like I'm supposed to believe that," I was about to retort when she interrupted, "You didn't answer my other questions."

"Uh, he's as old as me, maybe a little older or younger."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"He's in the same grade as me, but I don't know what month his birthday is in because I'm not a stalker."

She rolled her eyes. "What's his name?"

"Derek."

"Last name?"

"I didn't catch it. I'll catch it in attendance-"

"Oh, that reminds me. Your school called."

"What about them?" Oh great, why do schools have to be such blabber mouths!

"You skipped the last two periods with this 'Derek'?"

I gasped. I totally forgot that we skipped school.

"Explain."

"But Mom-"

"Explain right now or your grounded for 2 months."

"Mom!" I lay my forehead in my hands as I saw her face soften. "I don't wanna talk about it, okay?" I stalked past her and up the stairs. I flopped onto my bed and scrunched the sheets up into my fists. Why does everyone just have to notice my cuts? It's not like they define me anyway. I wouldn't want them to.

But the thing is--Derek didn't even comment on it. All he said is that he wants me to be okay, and then he dropped the subject. And he brought up Gus at Cindy's, yeah, but he didn't interrogate me or anything. He asked a couple questions out of curiosity and then dropped the subject. I think he might be the one to bring me out of depression completely.

You see, Gus died 2 years ago. I couldn't handle the pain I was going through. I was in a very deep stage of depression. I thought sliding the silver blade across my skin would make it okay. It would erase all the good memories of us and forget all of our fights. I wanted some clarity for once. I didn't want to go to school and be made fun of. I didn't want to remember his face or his personality or how he was a part of me. I just wanted everything to be over with.

I was only a sophmore, almost a junior. We were nearing summer vacation, almost reaching the end of May. I got called to the principal's office.

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"Ms. Allison Carter, please report to the principal's office at once." the intercom sounded.

With my class being the childish class, all the kids said, "Oooh!" and "Uh oh!" and "Look who's in trouble!"

I rolled my eyes and got out of my seat. As I was about to walk out the door, my teacher said, "You might want to gather your things, Ms. Carter."