Everything I Didn't Say | lrh (on hold)

Chapter 3

Isabelle's POV

For the rest of the day I felt like shit, everyone was staring and laughing at me, not that I wasn't used to it, it just wasn't pleasant.  I couldn't wait until 7th period, when I would be released from this hell-hole we call school.  When I could go home and forget about today.  So when the bell rung at the end of final period, I got out of my music history class as fast as I could and practically sprinted to my car. Once I was in the parking lot, I find my car and get into it as fast as I can, as to save from further embarrassment.  I drove by the bus stop and couples making out.

Luckily, the drive home wasn't too long, only about 15 minutes, so when I got there, I dived out out of the car, put my headphones in and blasted music, trying to forget about the world.  I tried to take my time on my homework, but, being the smart ass I am, I sped through it.  When I finished, I opened The Fault in Our Stars, and lost myself in the book.

'There were five others before they got to him. He smiled a little when his turn came. His voice was low, smoky, and dead sexy. "My name is Augustus Waters," he said. "I'm seventeen. I had a little touch of osteosarcoma a year and a half ago, but I'm just here today at Isaac's request."

"And how are you feeling?" asked Patrick.

"Oh, I'm grand." Augustus Waters smiled with a corner of his mouth. "I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend."

When it was my turn, I said, "My name is Hazel. I'm sixteen. Thyroid with mets in my lungs. I'm okay."

The hour proceeded apace: Fights were recounted, battles won amid wars sure to be lost; hope was clung to; families were both celebrated and denounced; it was agreed that friends just didn't get it; tears were shed; comfort proffered. Neither Augustus Waters nor I spoke again until Patrick said, "Augustus, perhaps you'd like to share your fears with the group."

"My fears?"

"Yes."

"I fear oblivion," he said without a moment's pause. "I fear it like the proverbial blind man who's afraid of the dark.'

I wondered what my fears were, I mean there was the obvious, a fear of spiders, but I wondered what else.  I know I feared being humiliated in public, but I don't really know why, after all, I am every single day. I don't think I feared oblivion, as Augustus did.  I mean, I couldn't really start to think what happens after this life, whether we go to a heaven or hell, like the Christians believe, whether we have a second chance at life, or if we do really slip into oblivion, as Augustus suggested.  My thoughts were interrupted when my mom came home.

"Hey sweetie, I'm home!" She called from the front room.

"Hey mom!" I called down.

"How are you?" She asked as she walked up into my room.

"Fine." I replied simply.

"Are you done with your homework?"

"Yep."

"Okay then, I'm making spaghetti for dinner, would you like to help?" She asked.  Ever since my dad died, my mom had needed a lot of help around the house, and that had been four years ago, right after I finished 8th grade.  She had been a wreck my freshman year, so I had to hold my own.  She still had her moments sometimes, but she was mostly fine now.

The rest of the night was quiet and uneventful.  As nothing really happened after we ate dinner, aside from me watching PLL.

"Beep, beep, beep" my alarm shrieked at 6:00 am.

I got up and made myself some oatmeal, then brushed my teeth and hair and picked out an outfit for the day.

"Bye mom!" I called as I walked out of the house and into my car.

School was a lot less eventful than yesterday.  That was, until Music in third hour.

"Alright class! Listen up! I have an announcement to make! You will be put in pairs and will have to write two original pieces of music that are at least 3 minutes long each, and you will share them with the class on October 25, 16 days from now." Mrs. Powell announced.

I stared down, listening for my name and looking at my hands, flipping them over and looking at the designs on my nails, covered with dots and colors.

"First we have, Annie Weam and Gabriella Chant." Mrs. Powell said, and I saw Gabriella and Annie exchange a quick smile.

"Next we have Lilly..."

I blocked out her voice until my name is called.

"And next we have Isabelle Price and Luke Hemmings." I froze, I heard a few gasps throughout the classroom,
and a few whimpers from the girls who wanted to be paired with him.  I can't believe Mrs. Powell would even consider putting me with that asshole, I mean, not only do we have a horrid past, but we also have completely different music tastes.  He's inspired by bands like Green Day and Blink-182, I'm inspired by people like Ed Sheeran and Daniela Andrade... and we were supposed to write music together?

But it was all worth it when I saw Sara's face bright red. I had to fight the urge to burst out laughing when she turned to glare at me, if I had to deal with this hell of a project, at least I would have the satisfaction of seeing Sara Souve look like a tomato.
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The rest of class Mrs. Powell was just announcing the rest of the groups, but what was weird was that everyone else was happy with their groups, the only group that seemed to be unhappy was Luke and I.  Those three words sounded disgusting in a sentence without the word "hate", or "asshole" somewhere in it.

Nothing else out of the ordinary happened after that, so at the end of class I just quickly walked out and tried not to make eye contact with anyone.

I hurried to my locker, threw my shit in, got my lunch out, and hurried to the cafeteria.  All of lunch was filled with Sara glaring at me, and me trying not to make eye contact with anyone.  Luckily, people weren't as judgmental over this problem, so my afternoon was normal, besides my horrid mood.

When I got home, I finished my homework and then called Annie, she could always help me when I was feeling down.