Paradise

Chapter 2

I wasn't in Paradise, I was in the complete opposite, hell. I woke up screaming for bloody murder. I was trapped in an old hospital, no one in it but me. I felt as if I was getting chased, so I started to run. I tripped. I fell.

My heart was racing. . . fast. Nothing was chasing me, but, my fears. My fears of becoming the only person alive, my fear of oblivion, my fears to be forgotten, lost, alone. I just lay there on the floor, helplessly. It didn't help that I had broken my leg, how? I was now lying in a pool of blood, not in the hospital anymore, outside, my house. I crawled hopelessly inside my house. It was empty, completely empty. Nobody was inside, but me. . . again. I just stopped, waited, for nothing. I was then lying in Paradise, thank god. I was lying under the golden branched, pink leaved trees on the green grass. I was cured, I pushed away my fears.

I was now awake, i was confused though. Fears and dreams?

I got dressed making sure nothing popped out this time. I put on my pink lace shirt, high-waisted shorts and my white tomys. I double-checked everything was covered and headed down stairs to eat. My mom wasn't in the greatest of moods, neither was the rest of my family. But not me, I was happy, even though I was confused about my dream.

I walked into school confident, happy. Nobody stared or made fun of me. I pinched myself to see if this was a dream. It hurt, so I guess it was reality. It was strange walking through school with nobody laughing. I got so used to being bullied, I didn't know what it would be like being, normal. My first class was science, I hate science.

I got my books out of my locker, and headed to science. I was late.

I hated my science teacher, Mr. Blockwood. He always crapped on me when I came into his class, even if I was early, he'd crap on my and say, 'why you so early, come later.' He made me mad. I'd always have a devil look on my face when I'm in his class.

"Nice of you to join us Miss. Welthing." Mr. Blockwood is such a dickhead, like seriously I was only 2 minutes late. "I bumped into someone, they told me to go to hell, so here I am." After my comeback Mr. Blockwood shut up.

I took a seat next to the hot jock i met outside the bathroom yesterday.

"Hey." The tone of his voice was husky. "Hey." "How you feeling after yesterday?" "I'm feeling fine, I guess." I lied, I was actually still feeling embarrassed about yesterday. But I wasn't going to tell him that, we aren't that close yet.

"That's good, I talked to the guys," " and.. What'd they say?" I was now curious. "They said they were sorry, they said they shouldn't have just left you to suffer." "Really?" The sarcastic tone of my voice sounded almost squeaky. "Yea." "Miss. Welthing and Mr. Demp, do you have something to share with the class?" The class all stare at us. Tylan replies quickly, "Um sorry Mr. Blockwood, I was just explaining something to he.." Mr. Blockwood stopped Tylan before he could finish, Mr. Blockwood started to talk to us about science again, "Our body is made up of 10 body systems, name one." He pointed at one of the students, she answered, "Respiratory System." "Another one." "The . . . Circulatory System." "Another one" he pointed at Tylan. "Uhh. . ." I whispered in his ear, "Reproducutive" he said it out loud now, "Reproductive System" Mr. Blockwood carried on asking the students. "Thanks" Tylan whispered in my ear, "You saved me from complete embarrassment." He blushed, I blushed. "No problem." "Miss. Welthing, the last system if the body is?" "Uh.. Um.. There isn't another one, there are only 9 systems." I said it unconfidently, there are only 9 body systems, right? "No, Jade there are 10." What? It's the Respiratory, Reproductive, Endocrine . . . Circulatory and? I start to think. "Um.. If you're counting skin, as a body system, then something's gone wrong in your head." "Excuse me Miss. Welthing?" Oh my word, I just argued with a teacher. "Well are you counting skin as a system?" "Yes, wait.. No." He stumbled on his words. "exactly Mr. Blockwood, skin is not a system, but, it's an organ."

The bell rang just as I'd corrected my teacher.

I got up, swung my bag over my shoulder and started to walk out of the classroom.

My next class was English.