After reading whatever was on the table yesterday, my mind's not been in a stable place. The dreams kept me awake and this time I didn't hesitate to tell my parents. I spoke with Vanessa from 3 am till 5 this morning. During our conversation I cried because I didn't know what to think about anymore. I told her of flashing images that I couldn't put together with the usual screams and what have you.
The Evans home became a crazy home since the call the previous day. My parents took excuses from work just to stay at home and practically protect me, even when I told them I don't need it. Just when my whole life looked like it was getting better, it just got bombed right in front of my own eyes. My senior year turned into a senior nightmare if I could just say. I and my parents have been on the whole 'you can't go back there and what if they see you' lecture and if you guess this, I'd been convincing them pretty well that is why I just landed my butt in school this morning.
An hour to convince, but it was all worth it...like when you want ice cream and all you have to do is to be patient. Same applicable here.
I'm with my backpack slung over my shoulders, walking through hallway when I'm down on the ground once again but only worse. My head is throbbing seriously due to the lack of sleep. I'm rubbing my head when shadows towering over me and yes, I'm forced to look because whatever is before me is causing a scene in this hallway but not without a "What the hell?" statement.
"Look where you're going next time," a deep male voice said. Angrily, I got up and looked at who made that remark. "It may just do you some good to stay out my way next time..."
Before me is a boy my age, wearing a red t-shirt that hugs his perfectly sculpted body and black jeans with a pair of sneakers and brown curly hair that falls on his olive skin. His gaze meets with mine and right now, I don't want to do anything but just run but the problem is that he's standing in front of me and his friend's won't let me go.
"Can you please move? I need to go," I say in a small voice, still not avoiding eye contact with him. Truth is that, despite the whole tension running rampage, I can still try keeping my cool.
"So you can talk? You know, I think you've never met me before, have you?"
"I don't care who the hell you think you are," I say in an outburst. That so much for trying to keep my cool. "And I don't know why everyone here keep seeing you like a god or whatever..."
"You should learn respect-"
"Respect? You say respect," I scoff. "Well, I don't give my respect to people like you. And next time place all your bullshit and feistiness back in your pants, else I won't hesitate doing that for you."
And with that, I walk away before realising I just something that might backfire. I need to clear my head before doing anything crazy because I think I lost myself to anger. Who does he think he is? Tell me that I should stay out of his way. I quickly walk off to class without turning back to look at whatever was going on behind me. But with the whispers and 'ohs' echoing in the hallways, I bet I just signed my death warrant. I needed to get away because this madness coupled with what was going on at home will finally drive to a mental asylum, with me in a straitjacket.
It's lunch and it's been me and Ellie today. I'm starving and yes, I do love my food so much that I don't think of what I want to eat. I saw 'Mr. Feisty Pants' in my Biology class with his friends. I gave him the least regard and by that, I mean not looking at him throughout that class. Right now, I'm standing picking up an apple, fries and yogurt. I pay the lady behind the counter and walk back with Ellie to our usual spot. She brings out from her bag a sandwich.
"I thought you brought food from home?"
"Yeah...didn't work out today because of some stuffs' been up and I didn't have time" I reply thinking of words to put together.
"Okay. Heard about your little run-in with Zane in the hallway this morning,"
"So, his name was Zane?"
"What happened because right now I need details," she says plopping her hands on the table, abandoning her sandwich. "Say it."
"I was walking down the hallway and accidentally hit 'Zane' and I may have probably fallen down. No apologies but a 'stay out of my way'. I was mad and decided to shut him up."
"You shouldn't have done that"
"Why?"
"Zane is like...how do I say this? One of the students you don't want to mess with here and I think you just made a mistake."
"What can he do? He can't hit a woman, or can he?" I widen my eyes at the statement thinking about the first word I uttered.
"I don't know but he's a 'don't mess with me' kind of person. The only people who he talks to are his best friends, James and Darren. I sometimes talk to them but never really had a conversation with Zane himself though," she opens up her sandwich and takes a bite. "But from what I heard, you don't do whatever pisses him off. A kid in the tenth grade got into Zane's black book and within a week, we heard he transferred out of the school."
"When was this?"
"Last semester," she says eating. I think I just made a mistake somewhere and that was with Zane. I screwed up and another transfer here I come.
I've been really careful but this may just be my end. I start eating my fries when the whole cafeteria becomes rowdy if I may say. I turn back and see 'school starboy' Zane walking in with two best friends I think. The one by his side has an ash-blond hair that is neatly combed and wearing a black tee and bleached jeans while the one by his right hand side, also a blond talking to Zane is wearing a green tank top and black crazy jeans, and from the looks of things, their discussion is pretty serious.
The girls here I presume are daydreaming about how many kids they are going to have for this guy and some are visibly drooling, and those some may include Ellie who is completely dazed. I just turn back and finish my yogurt. I begin waving my hand in front of Ellie who blinks and looks at me with a smile on her face.
"Isn't he to die for?"
"Not sure."
"Come on," she hits me lightly on the arm. "Show some little enthusiasm."
"Fine," I clear my throat and look back at her and speak in a high pitch teenage fan girl's voice. "Oh my God! He so totally adorbs. I love his hair." Ellie begins to laugh when all of a sudden, she waves at something behind me. I think I'm going to be told to transfer out of the school before I find my body six feet beneath the ground somewhere no one can ever find me. Then my mum and dad and--- I've got to snap out of it. I signal for her to come close which she does, I lean towards her ear.
"I hope no one behind me heard that." I whisper.
"I'm not sure."
"You're...you're not sure?" I squeal silently as possible. I want to turn and look at whoever is behind me and I don't want to. What am I going to do?
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Teen Fiction"It's okay Zane. My dad always told me that a man who is proud of dying, is proud of showing his battle scars. I want to be that man," Her life was gone. Everything she had was gone and now she's struggling to put back the pieces of her life back to...
