Pushing and pushing, running and running.

Oh, no! She was slipping. Michaela was running in front of me and she was freaky me out, every time we'd turn a corner she'd almost fall. And with the high heels she had on, she probably would. 'Michaela!" I screamed when we turned the corner, she fell.

I woke-up from the dream in a sweat and I sat straight up, hitting my head on a bar that I hadn't know was placed there. "What in the world?" My head was hurting real bad, maybe there wasn't a bar there, and my head just hurt. Remembering what had happened last Christmas did that sometimes. I tried to clear my head by taking a shower and getting ready for school.

By the time, I had done my make-up, dressed in a pair of skinny dark blue jeans and a black long layered tank top, I felt a bit better. "Bailey!" 'That was my name, don't ware it out.' I thought, shaking my head, "I'm coming." I slipped on a pair of black wedges and a few necklace's; a black beaded one with a cross, pearls, and a super long (wrapped around twice) black pearls. Next to come was my pink and white checkered Dickies backpack from off my messy floor. "Coming!" I screamed down at my ride and best friend.

I skipped down the stairs two at a time, grabbed a Pop-Tart from my little brothers hand and head out with Matthew. "Finally," I heard him breathe out as we walked out the door. Giving him a small punch on the arm, he smiled. "Okay, so who is on the list today?" When he said that something besides a laugh hit me hard, but this was Matt, I had to give him something, so I smiled. Then turned and looked out the window as I got in the car and we began to drive.

As we passed the hospital on the hill, as I like to call it, I winced, remembering every thing that happened there and why. Well, really we still didn't know why it happened, just that it did. That was about it.

I felt Matt's hand on my shoulder, "Bailey, it'll be okay." I nodded slightly, smiling back at him.

We arrived at school, my eyes darting a crossed the campus, going from every student there. One thing I did when I went some where new was to question everyone around me in my head. Like I wondered if any of them new what it felt like to see your best friends murdered right before your eyes and then come out alive not a scratch on you, the only thing wrong was that you where sick? I wonder if they had ever been so close to death that you question what pulled you back? Yeah, I wondered those types of things all the time, and I wondered if they would be like everyone else, and say their sorry for what happened.

I then noticed that I was wondering to long and I might look like a freak. As soon as I felt something tug my hair, I jumped. "Hey, hey, it's okay." I turned around facing someone I didn't know, at all. 'He's kind of cute.'

"Oh, hi. Sorry, I just get freaked out easily." Really easily.

"I'm Jake and I didn't mean to freak you out, I was just wondering what you where thinking about? You seemed really into it." He shrugged his shoulders a bit, his blonde hair moving with him.

"Oh, just stuff." I bit back telling him about everything, and I mean everything. "I'm Bailey, by the way. I'm new." I added a bit shyly. I hated being new, I've been new a lot lately. Because it seems that every school I go to seems to feel sorry for me or think differently about me after they've heard my story or someone had recognized me from T.V.

I don't want people to feel sorry for me, I don't need it. At all.