The Forgotten Forest

Chapter One- The News Told

"Kira, you're going to be late for school!" Mom shouted. I rolled my eyes. I didn't want to go to school. Its not like anyone would miss me, anyway. What was the point of going to school if there was no one to talk to? I mean, I was fine with that, I didn't like people, but it was no fun. I've been here eight months already, but no one seemed to care about me. Anyways, eight months was a record for not moving. My family moved a lot, but I'm used to it. I kept brushing my teeth at the same slow pace.

"KIRANA TAMLEROY! COME DOWN THIS INSTANT!"

Mom was losing her patience. "COMING!" I shouted back, my mouth full of toothpaste. I spit it out, and rushed to finish getting ready. What should I wear today? Did it matter? It's not like anyone would notice anyway. I threw on a blue t-shirt and jeans, and zipped up my gray jacket, then ran down the stairs, almost tripping as she did.

"I'M IN THE CAR!" mom screamed once more. I grabbed my bag hanging over the chair and raced out the door and into the car.

"Finally! What took you so long? School starts in ten minutes!" mom scolded me, but I ignored her and stared out the window. I didn't want her to know about whats going on in school.

"I know you're having problems in school," -so much for not telling her- "but that doesn't give you the right to be depressed. Come on Kira. Please actually try to be positive today."
I grunted her response and her mom sighed. No way would I let mom change how I'm feeling. Why can't I be depressed? Why did I always have to be happy?

The car ride was only six minutes, but to me, it felt like six hours. I counted every tree that went by, hoping it would pass time. As I counted the seventy third tree, we pulled into the school parking lot. I was about to jump out of the car as mom tugged me back in. She looked deeply into my eyes and said,

"Kira, there are five days left of school. Thank you for putting up with this school year. It's not that often we stay in one place for an entire school year." I nodded. We had these talks a lot. "You are fourteen. Please have a great day." I felt like mom had more to say, but she dismissed me. I hopped out of the car and ran to the school doors, hoping I would make it to first period before the bell rang.

I sprinted to my locker, grabbed the supplies I needed, and slammed the door just as the bell rang. Groaning, I trudged down the hall towards Mrs. Nugler's class. When I pushed open the door, I hoped that the teacher hadn't noticed I had been late. Fortunately, the teacher was still writing on the board.

I slid into my seat at the back of the classroom. Every student was staring at me, and I hated it. Couldn't they just leave me alone? Mrs. Nugler turned around, saving me once again, but good fortune wasn't entirely helpful that day.

Mrs. Nugler's clapped her hands as she announced in her high-pitched, squeaky voice, "Okay class, since it is the end of the year, I have decided to do a pop quiz to see what you know. Doesn't that sound fun?"

The class groaned, but no one was quite as loud as me. If there was one thing in the world that would torture me the most, it would be taking pop quizzes. It's no fun taking a test by surprise! Neither is taking a test that you've studied for, but pop quizzes are ten times worse.

Mrs. Nugler handed out the pop quizzes and sat back down.

"You may begin!" she squeaked. I flew through the first page, writing down the answers. I might not like pop quizzes, but that doesn't mean I wasn't good at them. After four minutes, I was done. It wasn't a very long quiz. I jumped up and planted the paper on Mrs. Nugler's desk. She jumped in surprise, but took the paper anyway.

I could now read her book that's I've been waiting to read. I was flying through the pages, caught up in the book, when the bell rang.

I fell out of my seat, and realized that I too focused in the book to realize that everyone left. Mrs. Nugler was shaking her head, apparently trying to get my attention for the past five minutes. I grabbed all her stuff and ran out the door to my next class. The rest of the day crept by slowly, until the bell rang, indicating it was lunch time. Finally! Something that I was looking forward to!

I was one of the first people to get to the lunch room. I sat down at the table where I always sat, near the back by the window. There, no one bothered me. My parents don't let me eat the lunch the school provides, so I pack every day.

My parents were always worried sick about me. They always needed to know what I'm doing, and they've kept me safe as possible. When I started to ride in a booster seat in the car, they always made sure I was wearing a helmet. A helmet in the car. It was ridiculous.

I unpacked my lunch, ready to eat. I wished that I could get out of the loud, busy lunch room, but I didn't have a choice.

Suddenly, the lunch room went silent. That never happened. I looked up, and realized that everyone was silent because the principal was walking in. I shrugged, thinking it would probably be for a kid who was bullying. Good thing I don't get noticed much, or else I would be the one getting bullied. As I kept eating, I realized that everyone was focused on me. The principal was right in front of me.

My cheeks flushed red. I hated the attention I was getting. Why did the principal want to talk to me? Did Mrs. Nugler really know that I was late to class? Was I in trouble? My heart started pounding loudly.

"Kira," the principals deep voice rumbled, " your parents are here to pick you up outside."

I nodded, gaining my voice back to ask him quietly, "Why are they picking me up?"

"Your mother signed you out of the school system. She told me that you were moving."

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Hey guys! So, how do you like it? It's sort of boring right now, but it will get better! Please leave your thoughts on the comments. I will try to update before Christmas, I have plenty of time. Thank you so much!

Also, I'm in the middle of switching to first perspective, so if you some changes between "I" and "Kira" don't worry about it. Thanks!

-20jkelly