A/N: Okay, so I decided to update again this morning to get it over with while I can. Thanks to the two people who reviewed earlier. They were great! This chapter is about all her classes and their descriptions and stuff. This is the chapter I don't like much. But my story will get more interesting after the first two chapters. Morgan and Cristy are in the next one!

Oh, and by the way, some of the name's of teachers are kind of weird. Blame my friend, Sarah, for that. She picked out teacher names.


How to Save a Life

Chapter 2: School

After that little 46 minute scene with the craziest teacher ever, I had Math, my third most hated class. I hate the class, not the teacher. Last period I hated both. I just really don't understand math.

Our teacher's named Mr. Grigori. He's young, just like 23, and he just started here in January, his first teaching job. He was hired after the old math teacher got fired for something like having an affair with one of the eight grade teachers. He's got dirty blond hair that's kind of longish and light blue eyes that remind me of Jumbi's eyes off The Unborn.

He's kind of not used to being around pre-teens. I mean, after how many years? Six? Well, he was the top of his University's class. After that many years of focusing on school and smart people things, what do you expect him to do around a bunch of 13-year-olds going through puberty?

He recently got computers in his classroom, so it's more like a computer lab than a classroom. There are computers because he had us do this tutor thing on-line and got consent for them so he didn't have to make us go to the computer lab everyday. And he also put us in groups of three. Sometimes he'd give us points for doing good stuff like reading, answering a question right, or getting A's on our test. And he'd award the group with the most with chocolate. It's for motivational reasons, I guess.

Well, I took my seat by my partners, Heather and Austin. Heather's this kinda fat girl with frizzy brown hair and she doesn't really care about school (or life in general as far as I can tell) so she's not much of a help. Her dad died a month ago. Austin's this funny guy most people think is really stupid, but he's really smart in math. He had wavy brown hair and brown eyes and teachers hate him. Austin cusses out technology and jokes a lot. I guess you can call him my friend. He's funny and stuff and he likes me, as in as a friend like.

"Hello, students," Mr. Grigori said all formal like. Hehe., "Today, because of upcoming finals, we are taking a review test on the Internet. This is for a daily grade. It will cover all you should have learned since the beginning of this school year." He wrote the website on the marker board.

Ugh, that sounds so boring. I really hate his pop quizzes.

Well, I had to lean over to ask Heather what the board said, because she knows I have dyslexia and Mr. Grigori has really small hand writing. And plus websites sometimes have random letters that don't spell anything, so I wouldn't trust myself to try and guess. So I typed it in and nothing happened until Austin screamed, "This computer's a piece of poop!"

"Like your face." I whispered.

"Oh, that's not cool, man. Not nice at all." He whispered back.

Heather laughed and said, "Good one, Auden."

And then nothing much happened the rest of the period. Until the end when I screamed, "Oh, my gosh!"

"What?" Austin said.

"I got a sixty two. That's passing!"

"Oh, wow." Heather said.

Third period was science class. Believe it or not, I actually like this class. Sure, I don't like doing work out of the science book every other day, but I did like concepts and stuff. The astronomy part is my favorite, then the genealogy part. I think those are cool.

I want to be a doctor. Yeah, I probably won't be able to do that professionally but still. I used to want to be a singer, but the Grayson's happened and now all I want to do is be a doctor and help heal people because no one innocent should go through it, like Cristy for example.

The Science teacher's name is Mrs. Shoester. Yeah, I know it's a really weird name. I think maybe her ancestors made up that name to be funny. And ironically enough, she hates shoes. She says they make her feel restricted and claustrophobic. She comes to class barefoot everyday. I wonder if the principal knows.

She's pretty young, too, like 35-ish. She has frizzy brown curls that she keeps up in a high ponytail to keep out of her face. She's pretty, too, with sparkly green eyes. She's not strict, but the students do what she says because, like, almost everyone likes her. Including me, except that one time I called her Mrs. Shoe to see what she'd do. Yeah, she got mad.

Just then Nico walks in and sits in the back corner table. The tables in this class are two people to a table with out the little desk/chair things. I sit in the exact middle of the classroom. It feels weird sometimes, like everyone is watching me, because there's like an equal amount of people all around me and they could all attack me and I couldn't fight them all off from every side like that.

Then Mrs. Shoester says that we need to get in two people groups. Everyone quickly got up and rushed to sit with their friend. And that basically left me, Nico, and this really weird boy named Francis. He's really weird and will talk to everyone about stuff like boogers and his how weirdly shaped his dog's poop have gotten over the last two weeks. Ah, you really don't want to experience that.

So I glanced at Nico, who glanced at Francis, made a funny looking disgusted face, then glanced back at me and nodded me over.

"Hi." I said, sitting down. He nodded. "Thanks for not making me be with Francis, over there."

"You know I did it for me, not you."

"Yeah, well, still."

Then Mrs. Shoester said, "Alright, guys do Chapter Review on page 257. It's due tomorrow. Work together as a group." She doesn't talk much, but she's still nice.

This chapter was about animal behaviors and instincts, stuff like that. I didn't notice we'd gotten to the end of the chapter already. Crap, that means there's a test soon, probably Friday.

"So, uh, where're you from?" I said in attempted small talk.

"Um, I guess you could say Los Angelus."

"You guess?" I asked, raising one eyebrow. Why'd he say um before answering?

"That or New York City. Take your pick."

"Umm, alright. That's not confusing at all." Sarcasm there, folks.

"It's not, really."

"O…Kay? Well, I'm from Kentucky. No, I take that back. They say I'm from Kentucky, they guess I am. I don't guess any one really knows, though."

"Now, that's not confusing."

I smile a little and say, "It's not, really."

Nico mutters, "Copy cat."

"Real mature there."

"Yep, I know."

"Well, okay, so no one knows where I was born because both of my parents are dead and the orphanage in Kentucky found me."

"Are you sure about that?"

"About what?"

"Your parents both are dead."

"Well, no. It can't easily be proven, now, can it? I'm not sure of much, anymore." I said that last part quietly. I'm not sure Nico even heard it. That or he ignored it.

"You don't have their names, do you?"

"Nope."

"Well, that sure makes it harder." His voice had a weird tone, like he meant something other than the obvious.

"No way, Nico!" I said in fake disbelief. Sarcasm's a big part of my live, people. Deal with it.

"Oh, never mind."

I turn to page 257. Oh, man there's like forty questions.

"Hey, Nico, is that first word migration or gramition?" I whispered. I don't know why I whispered, I just did. And I'm pretty sure the answer to that's migration. God, I hate big words.

"Gramition? Is that even a word?"

"Not that I remember." Hmm. It could be the mixture of grammar and addition. Like the addition of grammar or something.

"Well, then, I guess it's migration."

"You guess?"

"It's not like I can read it. I'm dyslexic."

"Well, so am I!"

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"That sucks."

"I know, and I was kinda relying on you to help me read this right."

"Me too."

"This sucks for us." I said. Then I added under my breadth, "Since when doesn't my life suck."

After that I had technology class with Mr. Woodson. He's old and fat with dark brown eyes and only around five strands of white hair left on his balding head that he keeps combed over to the side. His whole attitude shows he doesn't really give much about the world around him and would much rather be asleep in some recliner in a dark room far away from us, but he can't because he has to get money somehow so he won't have to live as a hobo without a nice soft bed to sleep in and die of starvation. He basically lets everyone get away with anything and has been caught asleep in his chair more than ten times.

So basically, I had a free period to do nothing.

Okay, so, four of my classes are shorted than the others: technology, art, P.E., and music, the related arts classes. Now, we have nine class periods, two more than most schools, but we go to school for the same amount of time as normal schools.

Yes, I realize my school is really weird.

Then, for fifth period, I had Art with Mrs. Lanson. She's pretty cool, and an awesome artist. Her short blond hair has purple and green highlights. And yes, they look really cool. She wears skirts a lot and makes sure her clothes are opposite colors, you know, like purple to yellow, red to green, and blue to orange.

And the thing about her is she has a lot of screwed up mental problems (like I should talk). It's pretty obvious she has ADHD (like me) and she seems minor-ly (if possible) schizophrenic. But I don't think teachers are allowed to be, so she's probably not. She's quiet and shy and she talks to herself a lot.

To bad for me, I'm crappy at drawing people (I prefer abstract or landscapes if its like a sunset over an ocean type thing) and I have a B average in here because every time I try to draw pictures of people (which is often), it turns out looking like nothing nature could ever (probably) event. Like that time we had to draw a person and it looked like some man-eating blob that was destroying the world, eating one innocent citizen at a time.

And that's what I left the room walking to lunch thinking of. What if the world's population was destroyed by some alien blob from a planet called Pikaffe who eats people's internal organs and this was me predicting the apocalypse by my suckish drawing? Well, I would use my predicament to my advantage and get to a place really steep and high that the blob couldn't climb to. Or if that deemed impossible I could gather an army and surprise attack the blob, killing it, and being forced to re-populate the Earth with said army because everyone else had been digested by the Pikaffe Blob. Oh, that could make a good horror movie.

Just then the lights went out, causing me to freak out for a second. I mean, I really hate the darkness, and I'd just been thinking about getting eaten by a giant blob, and I have high imagination problems. If you were me, you would freak out a little, too.

Well, the sudden change in light surprised me and I ended up running into a wall. And it was the corner of a wall, too, so it hurt worse than running into a flat wall. And so this surprised me more and I dropped my notebook and stuff. The rebound caught me off guard, too, and I plummeted backwards into someone knocking them down with me.

Oh. My. Gosh. I feel so stupid, like a total dweeb. Ugh.

I immediately rolled off whomever and got up on my knees. I was about to start rambling off 'sorry' until I embarrassed myself further, but then I saw who it was.

I had rear ended Jenna Dumbkin. And all the lights were off, so she couldn't see, either. She'll think I totally jump attacked her.

I was about ready to start telling her off because no way in heck was I gonna say sorry to her, but she bet me to it.

"What the hell was that for!"

"Please." I said, sarcastically, "Like I would purposely touch you!"

"Grr!" Oh, wow she actually growled. I snickered.

"You are so stupid."

"Grr!" Oh, haha. She growled at me again. I'm so intimidating. Hehe.

"What are you? A freakin' rabid Chihuahua?"

"Shut your damn mouth, you idiotic retard."

"Like you should talk, Dumbkin."

Oh, and that infuriated her to the max. She totally attacked me, swinging back her fist toward my face, but I dodged easily, seeing that coming.

That embarrassing her, she tried to ignore the whole of this and walk away there. But I didn't let her.

"Next time, watch the heck where you're going!" She shouted, and shoved past me, her two followers, Chelsea and Brianna, well, following her, like normal.

I grabbed her arm and jerked her back. She stumbled on the way.

And just to clear some things up here, I'm not normally this violent. I'm normally a calm and laid back person but I've wanted to tell this girl off for a really long time. And when I do yell at people, it would be for how wrong they are, not what they say about me, 'cause, honestly, I don't care about what they say. But this girl had got me all fired up, and I'm really irritable for some reason lately. I'm the type of girl who holds in all her problems and anger because there's no one to talk it out to, and it just explodes out on random people who make me mad enough. And that's kind of hard to do. Well, for the exception of Morgan and stuck ups like Jenna.

But I am also the type of girl who hates close range attacks; therefore, is not very good at fighting. Well, fighting as in fist fighting or fencing. I've never really tried any other type; sure I want to, but I've never really had a chance. I have punched three people before, though.

Therefore, because I have no other means, I normally fight with words (as in telling them off) or throw random things at their heads. The latter's pretty funny, too.

"You think I'm done with you? Man, you're even dumber than I thought you. You think you can shove your way through people like you own them, like you own the world. Well, you don't! Your mind is too clouded up with the most stupid things that you can't see you're not that popular hot girl you want to be. Can't you see everyone hates your guts? Those so-called friends, Brianna and Chelsea, they aren't your friends. They probably only follow you around because you paid them or out of fear." I practically screamed. Brianna and Chelsea looked horrified at being mentioned. Brianna was looking everywhere but at me and Jenna and she was blushing with wide eyes. Chelsea was pale and staring at Jenna with wide, kinda guilty eyes, shaking her head very fast.

"Stuck up, bitchy wanna-bes, like yourself, cannot survive this world, much to your surprise. It'll kill you before you know it. You must be brave, strong, and a bunch of other things I'm not. If I were, I'd have found some way to escape this life scenario and go to some other one, safely, with Cristy. One that's happier and doesn't evolve so much pain and loss. One where you're not forced to watch your little sister get almost beaten to death every weekend. Where you can change that." The lights had came on somewhere in the middle of that.

Of course, I'd find some way to show my depressed side in a rant to some girl who'd just pissed me off. My feelings go from angry to sad so quickly nowadays. No, I'm not bipolar.

Jenna was standing there with a glare full of rage pointed strait at me. I bet my little speech didn't affect her at all. And I was standing there my gaze pointed at the ground so no one could see how upset I was, so no one could see the tears in my eyes, threatening to flow. I bet Jenna feels proud; she made the girl she was fighting with cry without doing anything. Technically, I made myself cry, but her arrogant brain would think she did.

I shoved my way past the people watching this. Most had been chanting, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" but had shut up after those last few sentences. I continued my way to lunch, though I wasn't hungry. I didn't feel like eating.

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I was singing on my way to English class, my second most hated class. Why, you ask, if I'm in a very sad mood and going to a class I hate? Well, it's not like it was loud and cheerful; it just randomly popped in my mind. I was singing Turn It Off by Paramore under my breath and I doubt anyone heard me.

"And the worst part is, before it gets any better we're headed for a cliff, and on the freefall I will realize I'm better off when I hit the bottom." That's the chorus and the only part I feel like remembering. Can you see where I get depression outta that? I don't think that's the real meaning of this song, though. I think it was something to do with God or something.

Mr. Lobb's sixth period Language Arts class is horrible, he's horrible, and I'm totally flunking it. He's really strict and doesn't allow anything at all to pass, especially by me, whom he hates with a passion. No talking, whispering, passing notes, touching, running, gum, candy, phones, iPods, coughing to loudly, etc. He's really an evil person whom should never exist in this world so much I really feel very sorry for any family he might have (if he hasn't killed them for laughing yet. Well, really, I don't see how they could ever laugh being related to him. I think the misery would be too painful.).

It's rumored he keeps a whip in the third drawer on the right side of his desk (The one that's always been locked). I think Austin (You know. The guy in my group in Mr. Grigori's class) started that rumor, but I'm willing to believe in that with my full extent.

Then, for seventh period, I had my favorite class ever with my favorite teacher in the whole world. Mrs. Sarah teaches music class. She's awesomely awesome and nice with deep brown eyes and long dark brown hair. Most guys think she's hot. We both wanted me to be in band (which she conducts, too), but there's no way in heck Morgan's gonna let me go to all the afterschool stuff. The only bad thing about her class is that it's shorter, even though it should be way longer.

And another thing about me is that I can play the guitar (WHOO) and Mrs. Sarah thinks I'm awesome at it (WHOO^2) but the only place I can practice and stuff is in her music class. At my old school, they let me play either the piano, flute, or guitar and I picked the guitar.

I'm kinda athletic, you know, like good at sports and stuff. Let's just say, I'd be participating in a lot more things than I am now if Morgan would let me out of the house.

Okay, so, I have P.E. for eighth period. I'd actually like this class a little bit if it weren't for the teacher, Mr. Piles (AKA: Mr. Piles of Poop.). He's a big pervert, has girls wear really short shorts for our uniform, and stares at their butts for the whole class. I seriously think he's a pedophile who moved from a different state in disguise as an innocent P.E. teacher.

Well, our class has boys and girls playing together, and includes Austin, Heather, Jenna, Chelsea, Katie, Nico Something-I-Have-Never-Bothered-To-Figure-Out, a lot of other people, and me. Today we went outside to play volleyball, and our team (that had Austin and Nico) were winning, even though the other team had the volleyball players on it.

Once, during that, I spiked it and the ball hit Heather on the top of the head, and I started snickering and she starts tearing up. That was funny; she's such a cry baby. I said, "Oh, get over yourself; it didn't hurt that bad. That wasn't even hard enough for a concussion. You'll be okay, so shut up so we can beat you already." That made her cry. Actually cry. She annoys me, so much. She's used to being spoiled. She's used to so many people pitying her because her dad died, that she breaks down we someone doesn't.

Then the last period was Social Studies with Mrs. Price. She's tall with short black hair and nice to all the preps and stuck-ups, and people like Jenna. And her class is really boring, but she shows lots of pictures and videos on the projector.

And that's really all to say about that class, other than it sucks that it's the last class of the day. Personally, I think Mrs. Sarah's class should be last, so it can calm me and get me happier before I start my night.

The last bell rung. I hate that bell. It symbolizes the end of school, something most kids look forward to, but that I hate. It means I have to once again force myself into Morgan's car, knowing what will come.

And I hate it so much knowing what will happen when we get 'home' but not being able to do anything with the foreknowledge. I can't do anything. It makes me feel so useless, like I shouldn't be alive. But I have to be, because someone has to stay and love and protect Cristy. She doesn't have anyone else; she's reliant on me.

And I get into that car once again, hoping that I can protect her, hoping somehow we'll find a way out of this, hoping, in the least, I'll find a way to get Cristy out of this.

Though most of the clues I've found lead to that hope being non-existent.


Okay, end chapter author's note: If there's any spelling mistakes or facts wrong about the books or something, correct me, okay? And please review! Like always.