Lockdown

Chapter 12-Back To Normal

Hannah's P.O.V.

I stare at my mom, a look of disbelief on my face.

"It's the best thing for you right now, so you can live a normal life again," she says in a cheery tone. "Then everything will be ok, and get better! You'll see!" With that she walks out of the room.

Once she is gone I fall down onto my bed dramatically, not believing what my mom just told me. Apparently on Monday I will be starting school, so I can be "normal." Do I want to go to school? No. Do I need to go to school? Probably but that's not he point. All I'm going to be faced with is endless questions about why I don't talk and honestly I don't want to deal with it. I would rather go back to ignoring everything and everyone.

I stay in bed thinking about ways to get out of this, because we all know how well my plans work, and before I know it my mom is yelling at me to come downstairs for dinner.

I grumpily stomp down the stairs before slamming my self onto my chair and angrily cross my arms over my chest. My mom and dad continue talking as if nothing has happened, fueling my anger even more.

After barely eating anything at dinner to show that I am mad, since I can't exactly yell at them, and soon enough my parents clean off the table. I'm about to go up stairs to my room when my mom calls me back saying she has something to talk with me about.

Last time she said this I was informed I would be going back to school, so I was not looking forward to this conversation. As I sit back down in my chair, my dad comes into the room carrying something in a plastic Walmart bag.

He hastily hands the package to me before going to sit next to my mother. Afraid of what's inside, I just stare at the bag as if expecting something to jump out of it.

"Go on," my mom says impatiently. "Open it."

I hesitantly reach out and grab the bag before carefully opening it to see its contents. I am completely horrified at what I see. Inside it is none other than every public school girls worst night mare. A uniform.

Not even bothering to pull it out, I look at my mother who is grinning like a maniac. "Isn't it wonderful!" She exclaims. "You don't even have to worry about what you are going to where everyday, you get to just put on your uniform! Isn't that just wonderful!"

My only reply is the look of horror on my face which doesn't seem to phase my mother at all. I pull out the blue and white plaid skirt that has a thin line of green here and there,that along with the blue blazer and white undershirt. There are black flats and knee high socks to "complete" the look.

"It's so clever what the school has done!" My mom rambles on. "The freshmen arethe same outfit except there's is mostly green, the sophomores are in a gray and purple form of your outfit with mostly purple, and the seniors are in that outfit with mostly gray! Isn't that so clever! That way you know who is in your grade!"

All I can do is think about how much worse my school days will be now that I am going to be forced to wear this, this, this, thing! With one last look at my mom and dad sitting there all happy, I pick up the dreadful thing and go back up to my room.

Everyone knows how much I hate school uniforms so this must be there version of a sick joke. I believe they take away someone's identity and keeps people from being who they are! Like honestly if I want to be my own person, then why do I have to dress lie everyone else! Ugh!

More and more times passes as I rant to no one in my head, and before I know it I am asleep.

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Monday Morning

I awake to an annoying beeping sound that won't shut up. I throw my hand out trying to find the source of the obnoxious beeping and finally hit the snooze button. Sighing with relief, I roll over and try to go back asleep.