Seriously, my dad found a way every time to wake me up earlier then I had planned. It was 5:30 A.M my dad had dropped something and it woke me up... In shock. I couldn't fall asleep. I dragged myself out of bed, I really had nothing to look forward to just another dull day at the worst high school. Ever.
Everytime when I left home, and got back from school my mom would always tell me to make friends. I should let you k or I have no friends at all. I wouldn't refer myself as a wallflower. But much like one. I was the girl that nobody talked too. And the girl that talked to nobody. You saw her in the hallways and you didn't think much. Just a girl you didn't know.
I walked to school considering i lived literally 2 minutes away from it. It was a normal boring day, I was 4 months into high school and haven't made any friends. I did have a few friends in elementary school but in grade 9... i just cut them out and started eating in the washroom... So we just never talked.. Every project I was alone and it kind of sucked. .. I wondered what it would be like having some friends in high school.
Probably fun, but I'm not all about that life having fun. It's just not my taste. The last period was history. We had to make something that was big back in the 1900s it had to be accepted obviously. It was a asigned project that we would have to work in groups with. Once history was over I rushed out of school to home. I really wanted to get home.
Our house was kind of creepy... It was more of an old house. It was in a old neighbourhood but the houses were very big. They had lots of property and antique in a way. It was pretty having a house with class... Haha.
My dad was rarely home. He was an author and always travelling, visiting friends or writing books. Sometimes mom would go with him. She's gone a lot lately, a lot like almost every weekend I'm alone. And my parents don't think much of it.
My dad started to pursue in the writing career shortly after my sisters death. I guess i should mention my sister passed away a year ago. Her name was Jay, short for jaidyn. She was a happy girl. Popular, pretty, and so perky. She was well known and loved by lots. Being her younger sister I had a reputation. People from the high school knew my name when I was in grade 7. One night, last year when I was in grade 8. I made the biggest mistake of my life. She asked me to cover for her. That she was going to sneak out to a party. I told her I would.
I get shakes just talking about it. She left that night and never came back. My parents freaked out and asked me where she was, I told them about the party. The police found her body a mile away from the house she had been partying at. Her death was a mystery. It still remains one. I just remember my whole family being devestated. The looks on there face we all looked dead. Lost. Depressed. My mom was diagnosed with depression, my dad needed something to get his mind of things he started taking his writing career seriously. He made a books about coping with depression. My mom helped with them. He went away a lot. It made him think is something else then Jay. My mom went ocasinaly. And she goes a lot now. They're getting lots of money so I'm just left here.
I was proud of my parents for being so brave. Even if they were dieng, drowning inside. I started failing school. And cut out everyone didn't talk to anyone. I deleted all social media and dropped my phone in a pond. I just wanted to... I don't know. I wanted my romodel back.
My parents were leaving this weekend to go to a conference in Los Angeles. It was Friday and I didn't want to go to school, I never did my mom convinced my doctors I had depression but they didn't have any diagnosis. I decided to go. I looked at my self image. I was medium size. I had long brunette hair down to my butt. I had sort of small eyes but they were a dark brown. I had dark brown eyebrows and tiny lips. I had clear tan skin and really I only wore eye shadow and mascara.
I wasn't trying to impress anyone. I just, didn't want to be talked about. I braided my hair and threw on a cardigan and some skinny jeans. I did the morning routine and walked to school. We lived in Montana a small town. Windsor. It was quite rainy here and always dark... I liked it. The day was like any other. Boring. At history I was so mad Mrs. danie put me in a group with these kids I was usually alone but this time.. no.
They all seemed like good friends. They completely ignored my exsistance. Until Mrs. Danie told them to include me. They asked me my name. I don't know why, but it made me mad. Like of J was more open these people would no my name. "Jade" There was a red head "Heather" another girl "Stacey" And "Amanda" Then three boys "Keaton" "Kyle" and "Riely" They all were popular. Amanda was kind of rude. Too me. But it wa s okay cause its not like I'm ever going to talk to her again it was a big group but that's what out teacher wanted.
They were all throwing idea's around. Most being lame. Amanda declined everyone and called them all "Creative if your stupid" finally Heather suggested "Ouija board" I didn't know much about I but they all agreed and Amanda thought it was "Rad" she laughed and nodded he'd head at me. Mrs. Danie approved and said it would be tricky but "Interesting" Heather pulled up a photo of what it looked like. It looked easy. She said it was due 2 weeks from now. Which is a fair amount of time for something that doesn't need to look PERFECT. They all claimed they were so busy and they would never have time to do it.
"This weekend!" Stacey suggested. Then they all said it couldn't be there house. So being so socially awkward and not wanting to say no I said yes. They said they would come over at 8 on Saturday. Like no warning or anything just Saturday at 8.
I went home. And called to tell my mom about the project. I didn't tell her what we were doing cause I forgot the name but she said it would be a good idea to buy it so we could get a idea of how it worked and everything. Listening to mom I did. I looked all over the place for a ouija board but nobody sold it. This antique shop sold it in the mall near my house. I guess they weren't kidding about "antique" I headed over there and looked in the store. I finally found one "Ouija" it was getting dark ed antiqued I hated the dark so I paid without even looking at it. "Be safe" she said as I headed out. Okay? it's not like I'm going to get raped out there like okay...?
I got home and took a look at it. It didn't say much about it. It was old and the box had obviously seen better days. There was instructions that were faded and a little quote below the big bold letters "OUIJA" "It's just a game, isn't it?" creepy. .. I told myself I'd do some research in the morning so I made some dinner and fell asleep.
