Broken Walls

C. 3

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We soon pulled up to to the red bricked prison and Cassie found a parking space close enough to the front.
As I reached for my door handle I felt a gentle tug from my hood and turned around to see my sister looking at me with worried eyes.

Cassie put a hand on my shoulder, forcing me to look at her as she look a deep breath.

"Are you going to be ok today?"

No.

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

I shrugged her hand off and tried to get out of the car again, only for Cassie to pull me back.

"If you need me you can text me. I'll come meet you somewhere in the back."

Filled with hurt at the reminder of my own sister not wanting to be seen with me, I agreed and pulled myself out of the car, not sparing her another glance.

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I trudged down the halls, still a bit dizzy from this morning, and waltzed right into writing.

In my right, shy mind, I would of waited for class to be over, maybe hid in a bathroom stall till the bell rang.

But I wasn't here on time because this morning set a bit of lag on our schedule, and I still walked in and didn't look up to see Ms. Whiter glaring at me for interrupting her.

"Do you have a reason for being late Mr. Dale?"

I walked to my seat in a slightly drunken way, causing my classmates to laugh.

"Mr. Dale are you alright?"

I quietly said I was fine and had a stare off with my desk.

She finally signed and went back to her desk to get a sheet of paper for me.

I realized everyone else had a worksheet when the paper was placed on the wood in front of me.

"You with write short story in the subject of romance."

I inwardly groaned, knowing I never had and never will have a romantic relationship showing that there was nothing to base it off of.

As I basically tried to toast pop-tarts with a blow dryer, I thought about how lazy this teacher is; giving us meaningless assignments and all. But it was a fairly easy class so my brain allowed itself not to explode over the subject.

I finished my piece of crap and stood to turn it in, only to find quite a few black specs blocking my vision and awkwardly say back down, waiting for it to pass.

"Mr. Dale, is there something you would like to tell us?"

"No ma'am." I mumbled into folded arms.

"Is everything ok? Do you need to see the nurse?"

"No ma'am."

It soon passed and I stood again to hand in my shit excuse for a short story.

After awkwardly walking back to my desk, I doodled in a notebook and looked up to see Ms. Whiter reading my paper with a confused expression.

The bell rang five minutes later and after my things were crammed forcefully into my bag, I walked to the door only to hear a voice calling me back.

"Mr. Dale can you stay behind please." I heard Ms. Whiter call out.

I turned around to be met with a rough push in the shoulder and a snicker as the shoulder bearer walked down the hall.

After the last of the students left, my teacher spoke up.

"What's your story about Jamie?"

"Romance."

"Yes, but can you explain it?"

"It's romance."

She sighed and skimmed over my story quickly, as if looking for something.

"They spent their weekends in a red lake. What does that mean?"

"It means what it sounds like."

Ms. Whiter shot me a look and glanced back down at my equivalent of dog shit smeared on a page.

" 'They lived a happy 7 years, only to fall asleep together in the crimson lake.
On their last day, drops raced down his limbs, all pointing to his parter, who had fallen from his palm.' "

I stayed quiet as I heard my teacher read it aloud.

Never should of written that...

It's far to personal...

Ms. Whiter's next words caused my breath to catch in my throat.

I couldn't breathe.

I was frozen.

"Jamie is your story about suicide?"

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dun, Dun, DUN!

cliffhanger! kinda, maybe, sorta, nvm Idefk.

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