I walked down the hall to the office. My teacher said that it was important. Last time someone said that I got the worse news ever. My life sucks that way. I don't remember ever getting any good news. Aside from, well, getting advanced classes.
Stepping into the office I saw the principal standing there with a sad look on her face. Yep, I knew it, more bad news.
"Allyson," she said, "I'm sorry to say this but, your mother, she, well, she died.
"What?!" I shouted.
"You know she has been fighting to live but the cancer has spread to her lungs."
"NO!" I screamed, "She Promised! She promised she wouldn't leave me! She said she was going to get better!" I sat down on one of the blue chairs nearby trying not to cry.
"I'll let you sit here and give you time to calm down." She said.
Then she walked away leaving me alone. Tears were threatening to spill, but I held them back. I promised that I'd never cry again since I first found out my mom had cancer, when I was 9. I took out my IPod and turned on "I'm Not Okay" by My Chemical Romance. This song always calmed me down.
Awhile later, I didn't keep track of the time, the principal came back through. This time, though, the school counselor and a strange man was with her.
The man spoke first, "I've heard that your mother has died. I'm sorry for this. But, now that she's gone it has come to our attention you need a guardian. Before your mother died she gave us the name of your father and said that he is to take care of you. We have already called him. He will come here tomorrow to pick you up."
"Where do I go tonight?" I asked.
"Tonight you can go home and pack your stuff." The man replied.
"Tomorrow you will come here for the school day until your father arrives to pick you up." The counselor, , added.
"Okay." I responded without emotion and walked back to class. Well, almost.
A teacher was leading me back, but I turned and ran out the front doors of the school my blonde hair, with streaks of black and red visible, flying out behind me. I heard shouts and an announcement, but I didn't stop. I kept running, but I looked back for a moment and saw Mr. Pierce (my band teacher) and Mr. Santanello (my algebra 1 teacher) chasing me and because they were young they could keep up. I ran through the woods behind the school hoping to lose them. Being thirteen I had a bit of an advantage over them but, they were still young teachers.
I ran hard and fast only stopping a moment to catch my breath before going again. I came up to a fairly tall metal fence and started to climb over it. When I got to the top I turned back to see the two teachers running up to the fence. I faced forward about to jump but stopped when I saw how high the fence was. Shit. In my time of panic (curse my fear of heights) Mr. Santanello was able to climb and pull me down. Then they practically pulled me back to the school.
"I'm seriously not okay" I whimpered looking up at them.