I am Widow

Chapter 12

Hope you enjoy the chapter! For the people that love James, I an going to write his point of view when he met Widow as well as Jackson's POV.
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“Are you really sure you want to go to school?” Joe asks me. I am packing all my homework that my wonderful teachers send to me. I missed like four days of school.

“Yeah I feel okay and I want to see Jessica.” I assure him.

He didn't want me to go back, since I still some bruising on my face. I really don't either but I want for things to go back to normal and hiding from school is not the answer.

“Alright then, you packed?” Joe asks.

I just nod.

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We arrive to school.

“Bye.” I say.

“Wait, Widow. Here just in case you feel sick or bad.” Joe hands me a phone.

“Are you serious? This is my cell?” I ask.
He nods.

“Thanks then.”

“It's okay. It was about time you got a phone. Just don't go over board with the whole texting. It can get addicting.” he whispers the last words.

“You are stupid, you know that?” I mean it, well at least a little.

“Okay whatever you say woman.”

I got out of the car and wave goodbye to Joe.

“Alright Widow just take a breath and don't listen to others. Negative or positive. Just go to Mr. White's class.” I tell myself.

As soon as I walked in the halls, everyone's eyes are scanning me. I don't want for people to think I am emo than usual so I walk with my head up.

“That's the girl.” I hear a boy say.

“Oh my god! That's the freak from Spanish.” I hear a girl's voice.

I begin to walk quickly. Come on only 10 more feet to the locker.

I still keep hearing people's voices.

As soon as I get to my locker, I quickly take out some books I need, then I hear Susana's voice,

“Hey Widow, you okay now?”

I close my locker and see the blackhead with her big brown eyes filled with worry.

Okay, what does she want?

“Yeah I know it's kinda weird for me to talk to you but I just want to make sure you are okay. I feel bad for you.”

Everyone does.

I just stand there.

“Okay well I guess you don't want to talk.” She takes out a little present from her bag, “here a little thing to help you lighten up. Hope you like it.” she hands it over and walks to class.
Is there a bomb in here? I shake the little present. Nothing.

The bell rings. I decide to open it later and run to class. I walk in, great I am the last one.

Mr. White sees me and smiles, “Well look who is here! Ms. Widow. It's nice to have you back. Take your seat next to Rachel please.”

What?! Why?

Is this a way to torture me more? Hello this girl got out of a hospital! I need to be rested and calm! Why?!!!!!!!!

“why?” I whine.

I turn to see Rachel. She doesn't look very happy either.

“Well, yesterday, which was Monday, we started to do a project and since Ms. Rachel didn't have a partner.” Mr. White says.