The Past Is Never Dead

Chapter 1- Road Kill

Chapter 1-Road Kill

       My name is Aurore Coletta Blanc, and yes based on my name I am French, well, my parents are. They moved to America after they were married, for God knows why, but I’m here in America. I’m 16 and go to a place called, “school”, but how much do you want to bet that’s it really Hell on Earth. I did hear hellhounds barking in an empty staircase. Either way, I won’t be getting out of there until graduation which seems so far away, like a deep, dark, abyss, unable to climb out, unable to scream for help.

       “Aurore! Come down for breakfast now, or you’ll miss the bus and be late for school!” My mother, Clarice Adalene Blanc, was busy packing everyone’s lunches for the day, and getting ready for work herself, so she didn’t have any patience, so she screamed up the stairs in her thick French accent that I wish I had, but since I was born in America I’m used to hearing American voices I emulated that and now have a normal voice.

     “Coming mother, just give me a couple seconds!” I looked myself in the mirror and thought to myself what to do with my hair. It’s so unbelievably boring, it’s not even boring, everyone loves it, but I hate it. It’s chocolate brown and very long it comes all the way down my back, and there’s nothing to it, it’s just straight, flat out straight, that’s all. How can people like that? It’s boring. My mother won’t let me change it at all, I had this same hair ever since I can remember and I’ve always hated it ever since I can remember. With that, I just left it the way it is, and ran down the stairs. “Good morning mother!”

       “Yes, good morning, now hurry up and finish your breakfast.” When she isn’t stressed out, she actually is very nice and looks so beautiful, I envy her. I wish I had her looks, but I’m so normal, and boring. I’m so awkward and ugly looking, I don’t know how I am her daughter. I wouldn’t be surprised if I was adopted. My mother had luscious long black hair, and no gray hair, at her age all mothers are getting gray, but not her. She has the fairest skin it glows, but not like that Edward Cullen prick, it’s a lot more beautiful and magical. Her body is slender and beautifully built, her eyes are water blue, and she has no wrinkles on her anywhere. She’s flawless, I wonder if she’s a goddess, or a witch, something. This isn’t human.

         “Yes ma’am.” I sat down and started eating my eggs, but my brother, who is a little prick himself, 8, is always the age they turn annoying.

          “Sup, sissy!” My brother, Destry Laurence Blanc, the most annoying twerp you will ever meet, and you can tell because he just took my plate of food.

         “Hey jerk give me my food and get your own plate!” I grab it back from him, and give him my death glare.

          “Humph.” He gets his own plate after a couple minutes of staring me down. God, I hate him.

         “Well, I’m off for school. Enjoy your day Mom, and...” I glare at my brother. “You too, Destry.” I turn away and grab my backpack and walk out the door heading to the bus stop. As I get to the bus stop, I can see all the kids there are already in there groups talking and gossiping leaving me here alone in the corner doing nothing, but listen to music. I like listening to music, I can just put my earphones in and then the music just flows into me and I can escape into a world that makes me happy, and I don’t feel alone, I feel like I belong in this world, but that fantasy quickly ends when I’m already being dropped off at school. This is where Hell begins, and where all my innocence ends. I walk into the school and already there is the occasional drama and rude comments being said, slurred in with the paper throwing and physical contact. Anything can happen here at Wildwood High School, I choose not to be part of it, but somehow something always happens and I of course get caught in the middle.

          Sitting in class waiting for the bell and the next thing I know someone hits me behind my head, I turn and see it’s my friend, Dawn. “Hey girl, what are you doing here all alone? Cat got your tongue?” She laughed her usual and sat behind me. “Ugh, you know, you’re always wearing black, and sitting here all alone and depressed. Talk about freak. Oh, and your hair, come on, do something with it, it’s so boring. Jeez, I don’t know how I’m your friend.”

           “I don’t know either?” I love Dawn and she’s nice, sometimes, she just treats me not friendly. I deal with it anyway since she is extremely nice when she wants to be.

           She laughed. “God, you’re so stupid Aurore! I was kidding! Jesus, grow a sense of humor!”

           God, kill me now, pretty please.

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          It was the end of school, and Dawn and I usually walk home together, and so we did, she was walking beside me, teasing and pushing me around. “Aurore, guess what you should be when you grow up? A cow, you look like them, black and white, and fat and ugly.” She laughed at that, and pushed me to the side.

          I laughed as well, but deep down I wanted to run home and cry, but I knew that would just escalate to more jokes, so I kept the hurt to myself, and waited for her to turn to her street and walk home, while I kept going. That’s when the tears started rolling down my face. I loved Dawn, it’s just friends shouldn’t be treating friends like that, no matter how much they're joking. I didn’t understand why I was her victim to be picked, and I couldn’t tell anyone since they’d laugh and be surprised such a sweet girl like Dawn would do that. I was shocked as well she was capable of such harsh words; I kept thinking and crying until I tripped over a stone and fell down into the road. I got up and dusted myself off, but a drunk driver was speeding down and took a sharp turn on the street I fell onto, and I stared at it with scared and frightened eyes. Adrenaline was running through my veins, and my brain telling me to run, but my body wouldn’t budge, my heart wrenching to jump out and save itself, but it was too late the car pummeled into me, and I rolled on the road, unconscious and bleeding, unable to breathe, unable to move, screaming in pain, crying for help, but no one would listen. I was just a lifeless form on the road helpless to even look at. I was road kill, and I took one last breath with that thought, and took a long painful sleep.