Her Innocence

.1.

I walked through the crowded hallway, " Therapy Session" blaring in my ears. Ignoring all the stares from the other kids, I held my head high and walked to my locker. It was evident that the other students were making conversations about me. The way they would try to cover their mouth to whisper yet maintain eye contact with me. It didn't bother me anymore, though. I've grown used to it.

I grabbed my books before slamming my locker and heading to my first class. Sitting in my usual seat at the back of the classroom. In a corner to the left, I watched as the other students strolled into the class. Everyone avoided me and the seats in front or beside me like I was some fucking plague. I don't really care, I'm not a fan of people anyways. I prefer my solitude. I watch as the brain-dead-fucks gossip, messing around, some even swapping DNA. How are they so oblivious to everything? Why are they so happy it's a Monday morning?!

The teacher strolled in, obviously not happy that her weekend came to an end. I just threw my hoodie over my head to block out my surroundings and blend in with the darkness. I turned my music up some more, not caring to hear anything she was saying. Resting my head on the desk, finally getting some sleep. It's hard for me to sleep at home, all because of HER.A loud bang caused me to jump up, I looked up at the annoying teacher with a face that could kill. I removed my earphones and sat up straight.

" What?" I questioned not in the mood for anything, maybe my period is close by.

" You're wanted in the office." She said and walked away, going back to her lesson, I grabbed my stuff and walked out of the classroom heading to the stupid office. I don't know what I did this time, and honestly, I stopped caring. I've been in here one too many times for me to feel scared. I opened the door and waved at the secretary, she smiled at me, a look of sadness in her eyes. What the hell? She's usually a bitch.

" Hey, Kaci." I said using her first name, I expected her to correct me and say "Mrs. Birch" like always, but she just mumbled a "hey" before telling me Principal Jones wants to see me.I walked into the office and saw my principal and a cop talking, okay I give trouble but not that much.

" Azalea, have a seat." She said I raised an eyebrow before following orders.

" Azalea, do you have anyone that could pick you up today?" She asked she knows damn well I take the bus for that exact reason. It's a small town, they know my business, shit they know it more than me. I gave her a looked that expressed my thoughts, and she sighed. Ughh, the theatrics.

" Can somebody just grow a pair and spit it out? I have shit to do." I said, earning a look of disapproval from Jones.

" Azalea, it's about your mother." The officer said, what did she do this time.

" If you found her passed out close to a bar, she'll be awake soon, just put her in a cell and let her sleep it off," I said, getting up, but the officer held out his hand, letting me sit again.

" WHAT!" I yelled I hate when people beat around the bush with me.

" Azalea, she...I need you to come with me to identify a body." The officer said I looked at him and blinked a few times before I chuckled. There was a sharp ringing in my ears, my head suddenly felt heavy.