Unforgettable (Part 1)

6. Clair

I don't want to get out of bed this morning.

I don't want to go to school either.

I want to stay at home and live my life in front of the computer, trying to sort out this issue I am burdened with.

I can't ask for help; no one will help me.

The Police are hopeless; they can't sort out any issues:

-look at the drive by shootings

-Kings Cross

-chases

-robberies

I should talk to Josephine more, but she can't help. She's not smart enough.

Maybe Joanne, she came second.

No, she's a complete b@#$%.

What about Michael? He's a good friend.

What's he gonna do? Tell everyone else!

That's what Josephine might've done.

No, she wouldn't do that.

I don't know what to do.

Any breath could be my last.

I will die.

"Clair! Get up!"

I hear my mother's loud, commanding voice booming for me to get up. Maybe I should consider telling her about my issues, but I know that for me to solve things I will have to do them alone. I ignore Mum and try to fall back asleep.

"Clair! Get up is what I said!!"

Once again, I ignore her. This works for about five minutes, before Mum storms into my room.

"Clair Patrick! Get up is what I said!"

Accepting defeat, I slowly sit up in bed and reach for my uniform. Mum chucks my deodorant stick at me as well as my socks and my watch. Mum shoves all the books on my table into my school bag and walks out the hallway.

"Hurry up! We're late! School starts in twenty minutes!"

Great.

I get changed and put my school shoes on, before walking to the bathroom to do my hair. The moment I step out of the bathroom, Mum drags me to the car. Taking my time, I get in the front seat while Mum frantically scrambles into the driver's seat. Before I have even shut the door, Mum starts the car and plants her foot on the accelerator. I am thrown back and the door is slammed shut on my fingers. I yelp in pain.

"What on Earth was all that commotion for?!" I yell above the resounding sound of the engine.

Mum ignores me and continues speeding to school. In a forty kilometres per hour zone, Mum is doing seventy. I don't know what on Earth she's thinking; it's just illogical.

"Two minutes to the bell!" Mum exclaims.

Two minutes closer to my death.

Mum pulls up in the teacher's car park and stops in the middle of nowhere.

"Bye sweetie," she says while giving me a kiss on my forehead. "Have a good day."

"Bye Mum," I say, on the verge of tears. Luckily, Mum doesn't notice.

I will never see you again.

I walk to my roll call class, or 'homeroom' as we refer to it. I have a suspicion that people know that I am being cyber-bullied, or even if they know that something is wrong with me, because they all stare at me with concerned faces. I avoid eye contact, and sit alone for the ten minutes of roll call. Throughout roll call, I notice people looking at me while talking to their friends, behind cupped hands. Even my roll call teacher, Mr. Roy, notices that something's wrong in the classroom.

"Is everyone all right?" Mr. Roy asks. "Everyone seems to be chatty today."

"We're all fine sir," a girl named Jane replies.

"You sure? The mood is chatty but sad simultaneously."

"Yeah. We're fine."

"Whatever you say."

The funny thing was, was that Mr. Roy was looking at me the entire time, and still is, matter-of-factly. I think he directed the question at me, but I don't want to tell the truth. Teachers, they know just about everything. The bell rings, which signals the end of roll call. I am the first to leave and ignore Mr. Roy calling my name.