The morning came silently and calmly, like every other day, there wasn't much to do. Other than go to school and come back home, I had little to do.
I blew the smoke into the air and waited for the bus. Lately I wasn't smoking so much, I had promised myself not to smoke as often for my birthday. People asked me why I didn't quit completely, all I said was the only way I would quit is if guys started coming in cigarette flavor. Totally in love with Stevie Wonder, I had been listening to it all week and I wasn't planning on stopping. And finally the bus arrived. It went past my stop twice but catching it the first time it came was better since I was able to find a seat, not like waiting for the second passing. It went all over to pick up some other kids I knew I would never talk to, nor know the names of. Which always ticked me, but whatever. When the bus passed my spot again, some other kids got on and the bus started up the road to a friends' stop. He certainly stood out, black hair covering his blue eyes and almost neon blue outfit. I took out an ear bud. "Oi, what's up, you look tired." My voice just as bored as his face. "Whatever, I didn't get a smoke today and I'm really pissed. That asshole keeps talking to me, he is so annoying." I knew who he was talking about, some kid named Geovoni… or whatever. "Ah yeah. Just tell him to leave you alone. Der." He looked over to me, his face said, girl, don't you tell me what to do. "I've already done that but I feel bad." I rolled my eyes. "Jarrid… you are way too nice." Now he rolled his eyes. "Whatever." I put my ear bud back in.
As the bus pulled into the parking lot I gathered my bag and lunch. I had been brown bagging it all year. Before I could talk to anyone I went up the stairs to my locker. Every morning I put my lunch and bag into it before I did anything else. During class, I kept myself busy by writing. Most of the time in 5th period, I would fall asleep if we were doing something unimportant. But by the end of the day I was too tired and pissed to do much more than crawl home from the bus and lay down, play on my laptop and nap. The next day was pretty much the same, although everyone seemed more irritable than usual. By Friday, I couldn't say anything to anyone without them somehow lashing out at me physically. It was extremely odd. The only people not going insane were my sister, Rachael, and Jarrid. So, when I got home that day, my mother was sleeping and I decided it was a good idea. I had to finish my homework, knowing I would probably sleep the rest of the day, or something. So when I finished, I went up to my room, since it was cool enough outside to do so. Winter had just begun to set in and I was extremely relieved.
The morning came silently and calmly, like every other day, there wasn't much to do. Other than go to school and come back home, I had little to do.
This morning was silent and barren. Half the kids in the entire school were gone. Yet, none of the adults would say anything. In every class, a student would ask what was going on. Each day, it seemed one more student was gone, absent, sick, had moved. It didn't seem right. I conspired with my closest friends, most of which were still normal, and at school. We were to break into the school and look in the class rooms and office to see if we could find information. That never happened. A month went by, they were too scared, or busy. I couldn't go alone or just with two other people. So, I gave up. No one would talk about it after a few more days, like they were told to hush up. Though, I knew they still didn't know much more than I did.
The morning came silently and calmly, like every other day, there wasn't much to do. Other than go to school and come back home, I had little to do.
Except, something felt wrong…