My feet rhythmically thumped against the tiles as I focused on nothing in particular. I glanced up at the ceiling, when a sharp pain rang through my tooth. I glanced down and realized that I had went and bitten through my pencil eraser. Excellent, just excellent, I thought. I started to scrape my fingernails along my painted nails, chipping away the excess red paint, and watched as it rained down into my lap and along my completed assignment.
"Excuse me, eeeeeeexcuse me!" My teacher bitterly slurred the "e" in excuse.
"Yes, ma'am?" I replied.
"So I see you think you can afford not to pay attention to my lectures, so please, tell me what the answer was?" She spat at me, like I am some kind of filth. I am not filth.
"Ma'am, could you repeat the question?" I inquired. The class giggled absent mindedly at my so called incompetence. Sorry I have better things to think about.
"Fine. What is the word mostly repeated in the famous Edgar Allan Poe story, The Raven?" hardly held back her own laughter as she waited for me to answer. Too bad for you then.
"Nonsense is often repeated in Edgar Allan Poe's poem, NOT story." I replied nonchalantly. She got a pinched look and sharply jerked her neck wrinkles into a nod of approval. Nobody knows that I am more intelligent than they let me express… nobody knows that I basically live in an old library filled with poetry and memorable tales… that I am an avid reader of the famous Edgar Allan Poe, nobody cares that he is my favorite. Nobody cares. I glanced around my classroom of artificial classmates. From orange colored bodies to bleach blonde hair, their minds were almost all equally alike. I sighed and flopped my arm to the desk. I took out my black pen and began to write some powerful lines and words onto my wrist. After I ran out of ideas, I slid my own personally designed notebook in front of my face. I flipped it open to the back and began to draw spirally clouds and some more quotes. Bing Ding Bing Bong…
I jerked up my head to the door, and scooped my things into my arms. I began to glide outside the classroom and down the hall to math. I rolled my eyes and took my usual seat. I grabbed at my wrist filled with hair binders, and tied my hair into a tight blonde tail. I couldn't focus as well with my hair down. I began to scribble my name when I heard the classroom phone ring, I didn't think much of anything as picked up the phone and started listening, I eavesdropped not knowingly, and was surprised as he muffled an, "Oh no.." into his palm. I turned around in my seat to try to read his face for signs of what he was being told. Family emergency or something?
"Yes. Yes, I understand. I'll send her straight down right away." Her? He hung up the phone and surveyed the classroom, as if he was taking in this last scene of everything being the same. He finally reached my eyes, and began walking towards me. What? Did I get caught for cutting school last week? Helping Katelyn cheat off my test?
"I'm sorry, Sophia Marie, there has been an accident." In records or attendance? And I told him before to call me Sophie.
"Excuse me?" I replied.
"They will explain in the office, go right away." He added, not being able to look me in the eyes. Fine, if he won't tell me anything, I'll go get the truth right now. I nodded and as soon as I shut the classroom door, I bolted to the office.
"I was told something happened?" I breathlessly told the secretary.
"I am so sorry to tell you this… Sophie… your mother, she was in an accident. She was killed instantly. Your father is on his way to come get you from school right now." What is up with this school? I realize I am new, but really, getting everyone in on this rumor to what? Make me mad?
"Mhmmm. And let me know when the president gets here too." I haven't seen my fucking father in years, and he would come back for what, no reason at all?
"As I said, you have to stay here until he comes to get you, she is really gone Soph, she is really dead. Her body was launched through the windshield, and smashed into the nearby telephone pole. Her head was decapitated instantly. I am so sorry. He should be here in a few moments, please sit down. Is there anything I can get you?" she kept rambling like she actually thought I gave a damn.
"Prove it."
"Excuse me?"
"You think you can tell me my mother, my care taker, my armor to my heart, is dead, with no proof?"
"This is the report that came in through the school's email this morning, take a look." I grasped the article, reading detail to detail. My mother's name was scrawled along the article, along with her car. I was sure of it. No. There is no way. But here was the article, the honesty, resting in my hands- explaining my mother's death like it was the next big story.
"I have to go. Good-bye." I muttered as I slammed the door of the office, and hurried towards the doors. A muffled, "But your father," sounded through the windows. Before I bolted down the street I screamed, "THAT PIECE OF SHIT?" And then I started sprinting. I ran until my heart hurt, my lungs hurt, my legs hurt. My emotions hurt. I crawled into my hiding place from the world, a covered shed hidden in a secluded area in front of a never used bridge. Once I reached the opening, I collapsed.
"There is no way; she wouldn't have left me here alone. With, him, searching for me. She wouldn't ever do that to me, she loved me! HOW COULD SHE LEAVE ME ALONE! HOW COULD SHE CRADLE ME IN HER LYING ARMS, AND TELL ME SHE WAS HERE FOR ME FOREVER!" I dug my fingernails along my face, letting the tears freely race down my cheeks down to the dirt. "HOW COULD SHE DO THIS TO ME? I LOVED HER! SHE MEANT EVERYTHING TO ME!" I started to punch the walls of my sanctuary.
"CAN'T I SEE? THERE IS NO POINT ANYMORE! ALL THIS RUNNING AND HIDING, FROM HIM, FOR NOTHING! ALL LIES! ALL LIES!" I dug my face into the ground and sobbed, sobbed until everything was numb, screamed, cussed, and thrashed until the pain was gone. I had to keep doing something until the hole in my heart filled. I clutched my heart with my hands, feeling the invisible bullet of agony dig through it. Can't I just die now? Is it really worth living now? He'll find me… I can't run forever. I can't keep moving. I am paralyzed now, my nerves, they run cold with fear and pain. My muscles pump with hatred and revenge. I brain tells me to end it all, while my heart tells me to keep going until my last breath. What can I do? I cradled my head in my pale arms and fell asleep thinking of her.
One shot? What do you think? Honest reviews please and thank you! Forever and Always- Melody