Chapter 2- Breathe

"Tears are the silent language of grief." -Voltaire

"Flynn get up!" I yelled through his door. Today was my turn to drop off Flynn at school because my mom thinks I don't help out enough. This doesn't happen very often which i'm glad about because then I would be late to school and bump into Rocky which I absolutely dreaded.

I heard Flynn groan in annoyance. "It's 6 o' clock in the morning! Why'd you wake me up?" He whined.

"Because I don't like being late and I need to speak with a teacher." He groaned again, "Where's the benefit for me in this?" Okay now I was getting really annoyed with him. Does he always have to complain about everything?

I opened his door to see him still under the covers trying to go back to sleep. I sighed, "If you don't get out of that bed in 5 minutes, I will be getting the bucket. That's your warning."

In the five minutes I gave Flynn I brushed my teeth. After rinsing out the last bit of toothpaste in my mouth I heard the shower turn on in the other bathroom. A smirk of satisfaction appeared on my face.

I sauntered over to the fridge and searched for the frozen morning biscuits to heat up for Flynn and I. Moments later I found it and popped two in the microwave for 5 minutes.

An hour later we were both ready to go and got on the train to his school. We said our goodbyes and I hopped right back on the train on my way to school.

Today was the earliest I have gotten to school dropping Flynn off. I made it into the building at eight forty.

I dashed over too my locker and gathered all of my first and second period stuff and walked into Mrs. Jackson's room. Luckily she was there otherwise I would've been screwed.

"Hi Mrs. J-" She cut me off.

"Cece I graded the tests yesterday." She paused and looked at me for a moment before going back to what she was saying. I gulped thinking of the worst. "I was very disappointed in your grade. You only answered five out of forty questions."

I inhaled, "what was my grade?"

"You got a zero- an F." Once she said that my day was completely ruined.

Just what I needed.

"Is there anything- can I retake it?" And she nodded her head as a no.

I was now upset that there was nothing I can do about it, and now I have a low grade in this bell rang signaling that first period was starting and I stomped over to my desk.

Mrs. Jackson greeted us while students were still coming in. "I have graded your tests yesterday." She picked up the pile of tests. "Most of you did a wonderful job." She paused and stared at me. "Some of you I was very disappointed. "

Everyone followed her gaze and stared at me. Pretty sure they now know that I had gotten a low grade.

Not only did I get a low grade but I wasn't paying attention in class. I'm not helping myself in this situation at all. My mom is not gonna be pleased with this grade. Sure she understands how hard it is for me to focus and to read sometimes with my dyslexia, but yet it seems like she doesn't. All she does is push me to work harder and when I fail to do so she connects it to shake it up chicago somehow and threatens to pull my grades up otherwise im off the show. Hopefully she won't take it seriously like last time.

After third period it was time for lunch. Normally I don't really care about how I look but today I did. I had this feeling that my bun was loosening up so I travelled down to the bathroom. By the time I got there the hallways were empty and quiet. As I was walking in I heard voices. I decided to stay behind the wall and listen just because I was very nosy and I was scared it could've been Rocky.

"She dyed her hair red. Her natural hair color is blonde." Someone said.

That was a lie.

"Like everyone didn't already know that." Another one laughed.

"The girl is a dumb ass." I now knew who they were.

That one hurt.

It was Rocky, Tinka, and Dina.

The three continued to make jokes and laugh. I couldn't stand to hear them talk about me and walked down the hall to my locker. I opened it grabbing my lunch. Just before I closed the door my eyes wandered over to a picture behind my books.

In the picture it was Rocky and I at 5 years old. The day we met at Miss Nancy's Fancy Dance Academy. I put my lunch down and slowly picked up the picture. I stared down at it.

Since we were in Miss Nancy's ballet class we were in our leotards and matching tutus and tights hugging each other. That moment we had hugged was when the both of us had promised to always be best friends forever. That promise was broken.

My eyes began to sting.

"Why do I still have this?" I quietly ask myself although I knew the answer.

Deep down inside I still missed Rocky. Well the Rocky I once knew. The caring, supportive, innocent girl everyone loved.

All I ask is to know what had happened to her and why she treats me this way? What had made her become this mean bully?

I slid down my locker with tears spilling out of my eyes. I could no longer keep control of them. Calming down was something I wanted to do but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't and more tears escaped.

That was before a soft warming voice spoke to me.

Breathe.

And I did just that.

A/N: Miss me? I am so so so so so sorry for leaving you guys hanging like that. I'm now getting the opportunity to get back to what I love most. Writing. Summer break is about almost halfway over for me and for a month I've been at home helping my mom recover from surgery.

I'm also sorry if this chapter was terrible. I've been writing this all day and just when I was about to save it, my computer restarts without any notification! So I had to start all over. |(-_-)/

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Chapter 3 will be up soon :)