Maya's Dead and I'm In Love

A Messed Up Day

As I stroll out of debate class I notice the stares being shot in my direction. Taking my advice from my favorite novel I keep my head down and my walk purposeful as I make my way to the bathroom. I take a seat on the counter and make sure that my makeup isn't somehow already smudged.

When I leave the restroom I run up the nearby staircase that takes me to public speaking class, my favorite. With a smile on my face I throw open both doors at once and hop into the room. "Hey guys!"

They look at me for a second before turning back to there conversations. I don't mind, I just simply walk up to the pulpit and start on my speech on I.C.E detention centers. Nobody is even looking my way except Ms. Barnsburrow, which makes my heart sink. But I put all my focus into my purpose at hand. When I'm done, I take a seat a few rows back from everybody else. I fear that if i sit next to them I'll hear too much about my poor friends who also got wrapped into this situation. I should've been here for them yesterday.

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I try to avoid every one until lunch where I take a seat next to Nya and Maxwell, then notice the blonde that I saw after... it happened is sitting alone. As much as I hate the thought of her possibly hating my guts, she still looks lonely, so I walk up to her.

"Hi! My names Emily, my friends and I were wondering if you'd like to come sit with us?"

"Uh, sure" she mumbles. I have a feeling she's shy, but that's okay. As an extrovert I will hereby adopt her into my own. 

I lead her over to the other's 

"Guys this is"

"Tia'

"This is Tia, is it ok if she sits with us?"

I pull out a chair next to mine before listening to there response.

"Duh"

We sit down and everyone starts talking. It almost feels like before all of this went down, us laughing and joking and recounting all the stupid stuff we've done in the past. Almost. Because even though we were trying to act like nothing ever happened, that's a form of acting like it did. Or at least it is to me. 

Everything was going grand until Fiona walked over to us, more specifically me.

 "Take this phyco" she dumped her lunch tray on me and I shivered when her napkin brushed over my face.

"Hey!" Nya yelled

"Oh what are you guys gonna do, kill me?"

I don't wanna fight. Not at all. Especially today. Max understands that clearly and runs over to grab some paper towels. Which upon his return I use to scrape as much of the spaghetti off of my face as I could. I felt bad.  I could feel the germs and saliva seeping into my skin to manifest there. Like maggots breeding inside of me . I shivered again. I hate this. I hate this. Oh gosh I need to get out of here.

"Are you okay" Maxwell asks. I can barely even here him over the feeling that I'm being sucked into a disgusting spiral of bacteria. I don't even notice Nya still screaming back and forth with Fiona, or Taylor still sitting mouth agape clearly confused to my left.

"I need to get out of here. Now." I manage before power-walking out of the cafeteria without even looking back. I flee to take refuge in the locker room grabbing a complementary bottle of hotel shampoo and body wash I had stored in a hole in the wall for such a time as this. Then I hit shuffle on my spottily and jump in.

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After showering three times and hyperventilating while my mind runs 900 miles an hour I hear the door creak open.

"Hey", somebody throws a towel over the top of the shower curtain, "I didn't see you grab one of these"

"Oh thank heaven I totally forgot about that" I grab it and quickly tie it around my waist before stepping out and coming face to face with Maddy.

I suppose she saw me during my mad food covered dash to the showers. Now that I think about it, a lot of people probably did.

I waltz over and stoop down to the hole in the wall to grab a bottle of Lysol and hand-san. I spray the shower knobs, the entire shower, my phone, speaker, the door handles and my face, being sure to get some in my eyes to painfully clean them out.

"Hey! You shouldn't be doing that, augh!"

I don't really care. I squirt three pumps of hand sanitizer onto my hands and rub them together viciously. Then work under my fingernails. Come to think of it. I don't even know how they could suspect me for this whole deal, If I cant handle some spaghetti and salad, how do they expect me to handle a literal dead corps. 

Maya's corpse. 

I feel my stomach sink into a bottomless pit. Remembering that she's gone, not on vacation, dead. I feel incredibly nauseous all of a sudden and force myself to go throw up.

"Sorry" I give her a little smile before heading back to me and Nya's dorm to get dressed.

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I throw on a t-shirt and a pair of Nike shorts and dash out of the door in an attempt to make it to my last class on time. I finally burst through the doors of the chapel and sit down to (halfheartedly) listen to a lecture on the life of Moses for the next hour and a half as I doodle in my notebook. My wet tangled hair flops onto my shoulders.

When that class is over I walk back to my dorm and sigh. Today wasn't the best, but it was okay. I'm sure tomorrow will be better.

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The week passes and surprisingly nobody else tries to come at me, which I found odd until I realized that everyone is probably afraid of me. My heart sinks. At least Taylor still hangs out with us. So as always, there's a positive.