The Awoken

So Many Questions

The alarm goes off at 7:00 am, Bridgette is already gone. I swear that girl never gets hung over.

I pull out my clothes in a daze. I'm obviously awake physically, but mental awareness is a whole other story. I grab my towel and shampoo, then I hop in the shower.

Everything seems brighter when you're exhausted. I can't concentrate. I'm disoriented. I'm distracted.

Then the shower thoughts start. How much of yesterday's drill was real? Did it actually happen? And if so, how was I awake when no one else was, well except Hayden? How were they being controlled? Then there's that dream. Was it a dream? Why did it feel so real? All these questions that I need answered, and not many people that I can trust to answer them.

Getting out of the shower, getting dressed, drying my hair, brushing my teeth. I did everything because that's what my body has learned to do. I'm doing it with little recollection of what's actually happening.

7:45. 15 minutes till class.

Leaving the dorm and heading to my first class was dreadful. Wondering about what people were saying about me, or thinking even. With that outburst the other day. I doubt I'm anyone's favorite person today.

Getting to class, as always, everyone's eyes turned to me but no one said anything. Not a single word. I hope it stays like this.

The blonde haired boy doesn't say anything when I sit down. No one talked to me. I pretend not to notice the sneer in the teacher's voice when saying my name during attendance.

First period flies by and the second starts just the same as the last. I notice a lot of the kids in this class were also in my first period. They must have told their friends about my fiery personality.

Well that's great, the more silence the better. I'll take this time to try to work some of these questions out by myself.

In less than thirty seconds of "trying to figure it out" I'm more confused than this morning. Why can't I just understand! My brain screams at me. Come on, Tyra, you're smarter than this!

I try to think harder, let's start with the easy stuff. Last night, it was obviously a dream, I can't just be in one place and then wake up in another. But how did I even get into my bed? The last thing I remember was Hayden and me talking by the fountain, and after that, nothing till waking up in my bed.

I find myself writing questions down in my notebook.

"How did I get into my bed?"

"Why was I dreaming about Hayden like that?"

"Why was I 'awake' during the drill?"

"How was I awake"

"Why are teachers killing kids they can't control?"

"Am I going to die?"

I need to get these questions answered and fast, not necessarily in that order but soon. I quickly rip the paper out of my notebook and stuff it in my pocket, more out of anger then anything.

"Ugh! Why can't I just go to a regular school for once." I thought.

The last school I was in was going good for a while. It wasn't the best, but it never is with high school. For about three months, I would say, I was just chilling, probably one of the longest time I've ever stayed in one place.

So what happened was, one day I was in the washroom, sitting in the stall, just minding my own business, crying by myself. The bathroom door opens, and someone walks in, they tried to be all sympathetic and shit and call out to me.

"Tyrabella?" she whispered "Are you in here?" She's only shuffling forward not sure where I am yet.

I clear out my voice "Go away!" She's outside my stall now.

"Hey, Mr. Kendall wants you back in class." She hesitates "He doesn't want to call the office on you, again."

I'm so pissed off right now, and I hardly know why. "I said, just get out!" I scream at the top of my lungs

Theres a sharp bang as I slam my fists against the stall. Water starts spraying my feet and the floor is getting wet. She screams, then she yells at me."What are you doing!?" I get up and slam the door opened. Water is spraying, from everywhere.

I shimmy out of the stall, and try to get past her. She is screaming, not at me I don't think, but just at the water.

"What were you trying to do, Amanda?" I ask her and then I run.

"You're crazy!" Amanda yells at my retreating back while trying to stop the water.

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And that was only the most recent school I've been kicked out of. There have been others, lots of them. The bell for lunch goes off and I have no idea where to go, haven't felt the need to go to the cafe yet, so I've got no clue where it is. But, I'm hungry today.

At lunchtime the school feels more congested, the halls are full of people going one way or another. It's almost impossible to move, even just a little bit in the wrong direction.

"Hey." His beautiful voice rings out from above the crowd. Although, my thoughts about him are still in contrast at the moment I couldn't help but smile when I hear him approach me, it was just too hard to fight. It was just a dream anyway.

"Hey" I say back to him. He smiles at me and the warmth overwhelms me, I look down and smile at the ground.

"There's that beautiful smile of yours." he puts his arm over my shoulder and we keep walking. This can be a platonic thing, right?  "How's my girl been?"

I figured I should take this as a rhetorical question and change the subject. I put my arm around his waist as one would do.

"Ha ha, I haven't seen you all morning. Did you get tired of skipping classes" I say to him and he laughs it off. 

"Yeah, I was in class." He blows off the question with a half answer. "How's your head, I was woried after you fainted yesterday."

"I mean, my heads a little sore but its not bad." I say to him.

He moves out of my grip and after that we walked in silence, he seemed very concentrated.

When we walk into the cafeteria I seemed to have worked up enough courage to speak again. I turn to ask him where he wants to sit, but he's no longer at my side. Dipped out as soon as you could, did you? You know what, it's cool, I only needed him to show me how to get here.

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Word count:   1138

Wassup. So um, I'm still not any good at these Author Notes so uh Sorry. When I originally wrote this part of the story it was really long. So, Ive decieded to split it up. What do you think about getting a look into Haydens mind with a Hayden POV? Idk if I'd be into having pov switches in this book but I've thought of an intresting way I could incorperate it. Let me know in the comments. 

Author Out ~ See you on the dark side, I hear they have cookies.

Total word count:   4278 (Chapter 1+2+3+4)