- Tuesday, back to school -
Going to a party on a school night was not my best idea, I woke up an hour late with a bad head ache. I rushed around trying to get my things together then took some medicine to hopefully alleviate the pain. Last night was fun, I've never partied like that before. I did have fun though, it was nice to let loose. My fun night came to an end when I saw a girl that resembled Luna at the party, that's when I broke down and we all left.
Luna was getting released from the psych ward today a few hours after school. So I had to make sure everything was cleaned up in her bedroom. I couldn't wait to see her but I feel like it would be somewhat awkward.
I arrived at school during 5th period, Physics. Everything my teacher said was going right through me, I was so focused on Luna. I needed to make sure she was alright. I knew I would see her today but still, I'm so worried.
- 8th period -
I arrived to 8th Period and took my seat. Hazel was starring at Luna's seat, a tear formed in her eye.
"Just imagine, what if she never sat there again." Hazel said in a low tone.
"I don't want to imagine that, you shouldn't either. She's going to be alright. It will take time, but it will be okay." She wiped the tear off of her face and as soon as she did our classmates erupted in chatter."Are you upset about Luna?"
"Why are you crying?"
"Is it because of your friend?"
"Did she die?"
"Was she on drugs."
"She's just a suicidal bitch anyways.""SHUT THE FUCK UP." Hazel yelled as she turned behind her looking at all of the people.
"Hazel's right that's enough, stop being so insensitive about this situation. It isn't any of your business so leave it alone." Ryan said giving a dirty look to the kids being rude.I watched as Ryan took a deep breath and walked to the front of the room and grabbed a paper, he then started passing it around. When he got to us he hesitated before speaking in a soft whisper.
"Are you guys good?"
"We will be." Hazel responded taking the paper and started to write her name. He looked at me with a somewhat smile and continued to pass out the papers.After class Hazel and I skipped study hall and stayed with Ryan in his class room.
"Do you guys need a ride to pick Luna up?" Ryan asked cleaning off his desk.
"No, Carson is driving all of us there thanks though." Hazel said looking down at her lap.
"Is she coming back to school tomorrow?"
"Probably not, my parents haven't decided if she's ready to go yet she might come Thursday or Friday." I said to him.
"Okay." He said almost silently.A wave of awkwardness came over the room and made me slightly uncomfortable. I looked down at the rotting floor, intentionally avoiding eye contact with Hazel and Ryan.
Minutes later the bell rang making me startled. Hazel quickly got her bag and made her way out of the room slamming the door shut behind her. Ryan and I locked eyes and exchanged light smiles.
"I'll see you tomorrow." I said softly throwing my bag on my left shoulder, Ryan stood up and came close to me giving me a shirt but soft kiss.
"Call me later." I nodded and walked out of his room and to the parking lot where I met everyone outside standing around Carson's truck.When they saw me we all got in, Hazel in the passenger seat and Dennis and I in the back. The car ride to the hospital was long and fillers with awkward silence.
As we pulled up to the hospital we watched as Luna pushed open the heavy glass door and slowly walked to the truck. Hazel got out and after hugging her let her in the passenger side then came in the back with Dennis and I. Still the car was filled with silence. I wanted to talk to Luna but I knew she would probably shut me down or I would make her feel embarrassed. I wish I knew what was going on in her head. Maybe then I could help her.
"I love you guys." Luna spoke in a low whisper, I could hear the sadness in her voice and my heart ached for her.
YOU ARE READING
8th Period
RomanceJasmine Thompson, a senior in highschool prepared to further her education with her bestfriends hand in hand, gets disrupted by one person. He is only the beginning of the worst part of her life.