Chapter 4: Journal Entry on 2.15.10
Today was a great day, until I walked through the bloody gates of hell. Math class. Or as I like to call it, METH CLASS. You walk in and it's exactly how you'd picture it in a cheesy 1980 ghetto film. People smoking, throwing around trash, the nerds getting pushed around. It was horrible. The only good part? The substitute. Well, he's very... how would you say it... weird for lack of a better term. He started off class saying, "I do not like to be called a sub, because i am not nor have I ever been a food item of choice of an underwater machine that caries scientists. I am strictly a guest teacher." So with that being said, I took out my book and started taking notes while he gave his life long story about how he "made it" in the world and how our generation is nothing but the scum on the feet of this country. blah blah blah... The only good part was that Mr. Dilo wasn't here.
Next I was off to history, I was surprised I didn't see Johnny, so I raised my hand and asked and what do I get? "Aww poor Liiiillyyy! Do you miss your never to be boyfriend! Boo hoo." From yours truely, Carley that bitch. Mr. Gulerry rolls his eyes and gives a slight smirk and says, "Quiet down Carley. Lilly, Johnny had to get some important stuff taken care of, he'll be back wednesday." My heart began to race. What if he isnt ok? What is he got in a horrible accident and had to sign medical release forms, health forms, surgery OK grants. And then it all went blank and I fell to the floor. I didn't move, because I couldn't. All I could heard was the faint sound of laughing and someone calling my name. And soon, it was black.
I woke up the sound of a beeping noise. It was blurry when I had opened my eyes, and I could hear the doctor talking over my statistics with a tall figure. I knew it wasn't either of my parents because neither of them would give a fuck if I died the day I was born or not. Both are alcoholics and don't give a shit about what goes on. No, this figure was indeed a male, with flippy black hair, and tan skin. As my brain raced through my memories all it came to was a blank. And a blank. And another blank. My vision started to clear as the figure walked closer to me and sat down on my bed. He leaned in front of my face and said," Lilly, are you okay?" I gave a faint "mhmm" and a nod. He replied,"Good, the doctor said you had a slight heat stroke. No surprise considering its almost 100 degrees outside and your dress, well, were dressed in a jacket and super tight black skinny jeans. But he said you'd be alright." I asked the person who he was, and he replied,"You don't remember me?" I shook my head and he got up and talked to the doctor. All I heard was the Doctor say," Her memory might be a little fuzzy, as she not only had a heat stroke but hit the floor pretty hard and had a major concussion." The man walked back into the room and said," It's me, Johnny." And he bent over and kissed my forehead.