One Balloon At a Time

Chapter 2

The hot sun beaming through the window shines my face which woke me up in just a few seconds. I can tell without opening my eyes that today is most likely as hot as yesterday. The sun began burning my face into which I have no choice but to wake up and get out of bed. I check the time on my nightstand, six fifty-five. Then I suddenly remember, it's my first day of school. Luckily I woke up five minutes before the alarm went off but now I get an extra five minutes to lay in bed. But of course, the five minutes don't last long.

"Jennifer? Are you awake?" asks Lori knocking on the door softly, opening the door slowly.

"Why are you up so early?" I ask turning just my head to see her.

"I woke up a half hour ago, I thought I would wait to wake you up."

"Well I'm awake so go back to bed." I say getting out of bed, yawning.

Without another word she leaves and from what I assume, she left to her room. Although it's the first day, I'm not even mentally prepared for what's ahead of me. I can just imagine it; drama, druggies, rude teachers and the power of hate from the manipulating kids. I know it's not going be just like in the movies but I know some things will be. God please don't let there be the popular kids. I try to forget about it and think about the good things that might happen today.

I head to the window and open the blinds even further so my room can be completely lit. I was right, today will be really hot. I go over to the door and walk down the hallway to the bathroom and turn the shower on. I have only fifteen minutes since I don't have to wash my hair. Before I get in, I quickly check my phone that I took with me before I left my room.

iMessage
Blocked Number: Good luck, you'll need it.

I immediately think of the note that I got yesterday, assuming it could've been them. Being the paranoid person I am, I almost convinced myself it is that person even though it might not be. But I don't have time to bother with it now, at least it doesn't make me as worried. . . or does it? I undress my self quickly and step into the hot shower, washing away the nervous feeling in my stomach.

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It's seven thirty five when I come back from the shower. Needless to say, I need to be more aware of how long I take in the shower. As my eyes widened in shock, I immediately open my closet door and took the hanger with the uniform that my dad set up and ironed last night. Such a perfectionist. I quickly change not even worrying of someone watching me take off my towel through the window.

But it does feel like someone is watching me. I pull the white collar shirt on and step up to the window to close the blinds. Shivers go down my spine but I ignore it. As soon as I'm done, I hurry downstairs to find my dad making breakfast all dressed up.

"Is that french toast I smell?" I say walking into the kitchen.

Without a word, he hands me a plate with four french toasts fresh from the pan. The smell of the cinnamon is burning my nostrils and my stomach starts rumbling.

"Are you driving me to school or . . ." I ask trailing off.

"Well, I have to. I need to bring in some more papers and sign you in. I have to talk with your councillor too." he days as he dips the bread into the egg.

"My councillor? Why? Don't they just sign you with one from alphabetical order?" I ask ripping off the crust of the bread.

"Because, you're in an unstable condition now. You need extra care." my eyes drop onto my plate, my stomach feeling full from only eating about one toast. Now I know what he's talking about. He thinks since mom can't help me, I can't help myself. Well I will prove him wrong.