Of Bullies and Nerds

Waking Up

        "Come on Jen," I heard. Someone squeezed my hand and I tried to squeeze back. Come on work hand work! Finally with all of my strength I gently squeezed. I heard a gasp from most likely the same person and I opened my eyes.

        It was bright very bright, and might I add white. I used the remainder of my strength to look over to the person who first spoke. It was a really a teenager who looked oddly familiar. He was smiling so wide I thought his face would either crack or stay like that permanently.

        "She's awake!" He yelled. What since when was I not awake, and why was this random dude holding my hand. Suddenly nurses came in and my dad followed. Something about him changed. He had lines that weren't there yesterday and gray streaks in his hair. I opened my mouth to speak but something was in the way from me speaking.

        "Good morning Ms. Nealson, I see you're finally up." Wait what does he mean finally. "I am Doctor Par, and you missy are a very lucky lady." Seriously what is he talking about, I'm only seven... right? I felt an object from my throat be lifted and I could finally speak.

        "W-what happened?" I spoke. My face was probably a sight to see since the sound of my voice sounded so much more grown up.

        "Sweetheart you've been in a coma for six years." My eyes were probably as wide as saucers from what my dad informed me. If I was asleep for that long I was thirteen then!"

        "That means I'm thirteen?" I said out loud this time. The doctor nodded with surprise.

        "Well, to my surprise you significantly can speak fairly well and you seem to have retained many things from your friend's visits." Doctor Par said with a kind smile.

        "Yeah, Jen, tell me was three to the second power is, then add five." I looked at the boy who spoke then answered without hesitation.

        "Fourteen," and everyone in the room looked shocked.

        "It's remarkable how she listened and retained the information given." The doctor said. He turned to my dad and smiled. "She should be able to return home in a few days.

        "Thank you doctor, for everything." They shook hands and they left to do some paperwork. Meanwhile the boy who seemed to wake me up sat down next to me and smiled.

        "This may sound stupid but who in the world are you?" He only laughed and took his hand in mine.

        "I'm surprised you don't remember me. I may be your best friend Andrew." I furrowed my eyebrows to what the supposed Andrew said. The similarities were actually pretty close. He had the same dazzling smile and platinum blonde hair. He also had those hypnotizing hazel eyes.

        "Well you grew up." I said flatly. Those only made him laugh harder. He looked around and found a mirror. Why a mirror was there, I'll never know. Andrew held it up and I gasped.

        My kid-like face was now slimmer and had more freckles. My blue eyes seemed to have darkened and my dirty blonde hair darkened to an almost chocolate brown. I took the mirror from him and looked all around. I was pale but nothing the sun wouldn't do. Just then my father came back in. Andrew got up and kissed my forehead then left.

        "Dad, where's mom?" His smile faltered and turned to a scowl.

        "Sweetheart, you have been in a coma so long that she died of grief." I just sat there, not realizing that tears were flowing down like the Niagara Falls. How I knew about all of this, I'll, again, never know. It most likely had to do with Andrew telling me everything in my coma years.
        I just closed my eyes trying to go back into the coma. It was probably better. Anything was better than to know that you caused the death of your own mother.

A/N: Hey everyone! Just trying this out hope you enjoy it!