One stupid favour leads to another...
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It might have been a stupid deal, a stupid favour we've asked of each other.
But if this worked, at least they come out alive. And all of us don't suffer anymore.
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After a drug dealer kidn...
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"Fuck my life."
The words bounced around my head from the moment I uttered them this morning. I'd sat through breakfast with my mother, who was just excited to have me back, finally living like we used to, minus dad. Then again, since dad was always so absent, this new reality was familiar.
I felt bad. She had to live alone in this house for a year, right after the divorce, because of my vendetta. Sure, she encouraged my vendetta because I carried her anger with me. But it must have been so depressing to stay all alone after that betrayal.
My mother was a social person, she needed attention like a flower needed water. She was not my father who preferred the solitude and quiet. I forgot how pretty she was when she enjoyed life.
This morning I saw, as she prepared us breakfast, humming the song the radio played. She'd even offered to drop me to school, but I'd refused because I needed Jerry for today.
Safe to say, I missed my mother just as she missed me, despite all the things that made me hate her.
And now, it was time to see if I missed Medfield High, and if it missed me back.
"Ready?" Jerry asks as we reach the entrance. We preferred to walk to school, chatting in that five minutes.
"No." He throws me a glance. "Let's get this over with."
"That's the spirit," he says sarcastically.
I ignore him and take my first steps back into my old school. Unlike Thornton, the public building's paint was fading, the maroon lockers chipped and drawn on by past students. We had no uniform, and so every student became a blur of colour, vastly different from Thornton's constant dark blue.
People clumped together in their little huddles talking about their holidays. No one glanced towards me with recognition, with judgement. Just another teenager.
The bell rings as if snapping me to reality.
"Everything to your satisfaction?" Jerry comes up beside me.
"It's the same old place. I can't be more thankful to be honest."
He smiles, "Told you it would be fine. Let's get to class. We're already late because of your dramatic ass." I follow him with an exasperated look.
"Says the guy who spend 30 minutes combing his buzz cut!"
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The first half of the day goes fine. Jerry's presence in homeroom had been extremely helpful when my name was called out, and the turn of heads lead to chattering so loud the teacher had to yell at them.
The cafeteria is crowded when I make it in. By now there were glances, the gossip had travelled from homeroom and they knew I was here to stay. And they all thought they knew me.
I spot Jerry's waving arm, but as I hurry towards it, I bump into a girl. "Sorry." I look at her with apology.
"Ugh, can't-" She looks up and the girl's eyes flash with recognition, "Hey, aren't you-"
