The Fault In Our Schools.
Hello this is our first chapter of our collaborated story. This chapter is written by SlightlyStrangeGirl and TwilightMortal. ShadowedSkyLord only suggested what to put in. Chapter two should be up ASAP. We wanted to post the first two chapters right after each other. We hope you like it. JReviews and views are welcomed and appreciated! :)
Chapter 1:
"I don't want to go to school" I whine
It has been 3 weeks since Augustus died. My mother thinks I have depression. She makes me do stuff so I never think about him and the days we had together. For example, just last week, I planned on staying home, having a lazy day, but before I could even turn on the telly, Mum came into the room grinning madly and exclaimed: "Hazel! We're going shopping!" I appreciate the effort, but this is just too much. Every day, she has something new to do, where does she get her ideas from?
Naturally, I shouldn't have been surprised and horrified when she approached the daunting subject of school. Ever since he died I wanted to grieve but she had protested that my education was falling. When he was alive I didn't care about school, I didn't care about anything. Just him. Now though, things have changed. I have to face the fact that I'm going to need an education if my lungs, which will always suck at being lungs, decide to carry on. Mine and Mums conversation went something like this:
Me: I refuse to go to school
Mum: you need education
Me: I will die one day
Mum: Great. Me too. But in the meantime, you need a life. It won't be that bad.
Me: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Mum: you are going. No butts
Me: Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
In the end I went to school, she said to look happy. Fat chance! So, on Tuesday in September, I pulled on some jeans and a T-Shirt, brushed my 'boy' hair for the first time in months, and smiled through the early morning to make my parents happy. The school was 2 miles away. I couldn't be bothered to drive. I can't walk for obvious reasons. So the bus is the only choice.
At 7:45 I stood by a tiny bus stop. It had a broken shelter of plastic glass, covering me as I stood by the rust sign that was un-readable. Unfornately I wasn't alone. There were other kids going to school. When I arrived they stared at me and my oxygen tank. To my right stood a geeky guy, with round Harry Potter-style glasses, covering most of his face, except his nose which stuck out like a snout on a dog, covered with acne. Ew. Next to him was an elderly couple. They looked around 70. They looked their age, grey hair, big smile and wrinkles covering their ancient skin.
"Hello lovie" the old woman said smiling "what is your name?"
"Ummm.. Hhh-haze-lll…" I said stuttering.
"That's a sweet name! Isn't it Charlie?" She turned to prod the day-dreaming old man with her index finger. He quickly swivelled around.
"Yes Julia it is it?" he exclaimed
The couple talked and talked on about names. While I fiddled with the handle of my oxygen tank, waiting for the bus to come. It eventually the bus came. And the elderly couple hadn't stopped talking. I wondered if they would miss their bus if they carried on talking or die because they forgot to breathe. How ironic! I added in my head as I glanced at the oxygen.
The bus was the exact opposite of what I'd expected. It was small, cramped and downright ugly. On its side hung a poster, advising you against smoking. In the corner was a cigarette. Gus… tears had formed in my eyes. I missed him.
I paid my fare to the bus driver. Turned around and saw what my jaw drop. No seats….
Well, you will not have to wait long to find out about Hazel's Journey to her new school. Will it be the best thing that happened to her after Augustus or the worst thing that ever happened? Read on to find out…..