Turned, Twisted, and Tossed Around

Michaels House

One lovely afternoon, I effortlessly finished my homework, and played video games with Michael. After a relentless battle, we decided to bake cheesecake. Then he had to go home early to watch his four year old brother Nathan, whom I've never even met. You would think that after all of this time I would know his family front and back, but..I don't even know his parents.

So anyways, that left me alone.. Bouncing off of the walls...By myself..But I'm perfectly okay with that. I mean, its cool. I'm fine. Really. I read my book, and went to sleep. It was terribly exciting.

That very night I had a horrible nightmare, that I couldn't even shake off the following morning. The walk with Michael to our school, Lille High, allowed me to calm down, and get a grip on reality. Michael said that it would be cool if we hung out later this afternoon, all I could do was nod. The school's entrance popped up, and the walk was shorter than I wanted it to be.

Michael opened the door, and I shuffled in, and immedeiately I noticed something different about the student body's behavior. Everybody's mind seemed to be elsewhere today, they even kept tripping or bumping into things to prove it. I quickly realized why. Today a new girl transferred to our school, but I didn't see her until we got to our homeroom. I walked through the door, and was extremely surprised yet equally annoyed. The new girl was ,of course, drop dead gorgeous, with curly light orange hair, full lips, and a body to kill for. I was shocked at her appearance, but annoyed that Michael seemed to feel it too.

 His glaze lingered in her direction, and he was analyzing her every move. He was keeping his distance, but never looked away. His responses didn't make sense, and I began to feel irritated and slightly uneasy. The very next day, at the cafeteria, I couldn't hold it in. "Michael? You here? You with me?" I asked, and he shrugged. "Just talk to her!" I blurted. "What? Wait..who?" He asked. Well at least he wasn't ignoring me or anything. "Ugh, nothing... Wait, yeah, ME!"  He sighed, and combed his hand through his hair. He looked so confused, and distant. Then he looked down at his feet, a bead of sweat visible on his forehead. I blinked a few times, and then looked up to see the New Girl giving Michael a stare down.

Her menacing, sharp eyes seemed to drill holes into his brain, and I was terrified and more than confused. She must be doing something terrible. Michael looked up to stare back, but it looked horribly difficult. As if gravity was attempting to push him down to the center of the earth. This agonizing pain continued for a agonizingly long moment, and before I was about to say something, she stopped.  Just like that, and looked straight up to me. She tilted her head, gave me a stunning smile, as if she could erase what just occured. I looked frantically at Michael. "M-Michael? Are you.. okay?" When he looked back up to me his eyes were a mixture of red and black. I jumped back, my own eyes wide. He looked looked horribly evil, sinister even, but then those red eyes faded and blured back to his normal shade of green after more visible struggle. It was painful to watch those few moments that were now etched into my brain. My throat was dry, and my mind was whirling. "What happened?" I rasped. He stared at the floor for a long moment, then slowly shook his head. "What'd she do to you, Michael?" I pushed the question. This time he didn't respond at all. I was filled with worry, and I knew Michael couldn't keep whatever he's hiding for long. I gave him some space, because I couldn't think of anything else to say.

We walked home from school in silence, something extremely unusual, and extremely awkward. We would usually talk about what we were going to do next. Together. He was supposed to come over my house, but he... didn't show up. I knew right then for sure something was wrong. It hurt me to know something bad is going to happen, but I don't know what it is exactly, or how to stop it. It hurt me to know that when something was wrong, and Michael, the guy who would tell me anything, wouldn't tell me now. I should be the first person he tells, . . . shouldn't I? I mean I understand it may be personal, or something, but we're best friends.  If it was a secret, I could keep it, like the rest of the secrets I've kept. If its concerning his heath and well being, I have the right to know. Honestly, who would I tell anyways?