The Watchers

Chapter 3: Fresh Air

The rest of Lunch was quiet. Me and Jana made small talk but we just couldn't get into a real conversation. I kept glancing back to their table, Morgan and Madison were telling a story that seemed to get everyone's attention. But I couldn't keep my eyes off of him for two reasons. One- he was gorgeous and Two- he seemed like the only antidote to my headache. Finally, the bell rang and everyone filled out of the Cafeteria. I stopped by my locker, got my books, then left for my next class- Biology. When I entered the classroom, I headed toward the back table. My partner got sick with some kind of disease over Thanksgiving Break, and now I was by myself. Which was a good thing. I sat down in my seat and pulled out my notebook. The bell rang and started her lecture. I wasn't paying attention; instead, I was doodling all over my paper. I was letting my hands do all the work, I wasn't thinking. I was day-dreaming again.

"Miss Creasenti?" Mrs. Varn's voice startled me and I jumped.

"Yes, ?" I asked.

"Is there something you would like to share with the class?" She said while nodding toward my notebook.

"Uh, no. I'm fine." I answered quietly. I could feel the heat rising to my checks. sighed impatiently.

"Then please pay attention."

I nodded. And her lesson went on. And so did my headache. It was getting far worse, it felt like a hammer was being pounded against my forehead. I wanted to scream. I was sweating, even though the room was fairly cool. instructed everyone to start working on their homework. I started taking big breaths of air, and that wasn't helping. So I decided to place my head against the cold, hard table. The table was cool and felt amazing against my temple, but I was still sweating and breathing deeply. I closed my eyes and hoped that it would end soon. I felt a soft hand against my forehead and I flinched.

"Raine? Do you need to go to the Nurse's office?" sounded concered. How come no more than ten minutes ago she was yelling at me and now she sounds like a worried mother?

I slowly nodded.

"Alright. You are excused. Can you walk?"

I nodded my head again. I got all my things together and walked out of the classroom. Once out in the hallway I headed toward the girl's bathroom. I felt sick. I walked down the empty corridor, listening to my own footsteps. I turned the corner, and that's where I saw them. The Twins. They were right outside the entrance of the bathroom talking and giggling. I froze. I didn't know what to do. That's when Madison (or Morgan) saw me and stopped talking. She met my eyes and smiled. Those eyes were exactly like her brothers'. I looked back at them and my headache stopped. I felt nothing. I looked down and quickly walked to the bathroom. When I passed them, one of them said, "Hello!" I walked into the bathroom and muttered a "Hello" back to them.

I closed the door behind me and rushed to the sink. I turned on the water and cupped my hands under it so that now I had a handful of water. I leaned down and threw the icy water over my face. The cold water rushed down my face and into my shirt. I groaned and got a paper towel, rubbing it everywhere where the water went. I then looked at myself in the mirror.

Ugh.

I looked horrible. My dark brown hair was a tangled mess, my whole body was drained of color, the bags under my eyes were dark purple, and my brown eyes looked so… far away. I wouldn't be surprised if someone mistaken me for a living corpse.

I sighed and stepped back outside into the hallway. The Twins have disappeared, and I was completely fine with that. I now headed toward to entrance of the school, listening to my footsteps again. There was no way I was going to the Nurse's office, the nurse relates to a doctor. So I just decided to go home. I walked outside in the windy, cold, typical New York weather. The coolness helped my headache-barely. But when I got goose bumps, I pulled my hood over my head and hugged my body for body-warmth. I lived 5 blocks away from Bayard High School, so it was a short walk.

My house looks like any other house in New York City: tall, thin, and attached to our neighbors. My house was gray with bricks, so it didn't stand out unlike some houses. I ran up the stairs to the door. I bent down and reached under my "Welcome" mat to get the key. I turned the key in the keyhole and pushed the door open. My house was warm and cozy- like it always is. I placed the key on the nearest table and sulked to my room. My room was simple. It was painted a green color with a queen sized bed. Random things were placed all over my wall. I threw my backpack on the ground and laid down on my bad, closing my eyes. With my headache still pounding harshly, I fell asleep.

Authors Note: I want to thank my friend, Paige for being such a wonderful Editor! :D LOVE YA PAIGE! :)

XOXO

Jamie :)