"Why don't you come see me at lunch! You can eat your lunch in here with me!"
"Ok! I'll see you at lunch. Bye Mrs. Rimouski!"
"Bye dear!"
I quickly ran to History and Mr. Panders didn't look pleased. This was actually the one teacher that I hate.
"Miss Darnell, you're late."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Rimouski wanted to talk to me about something, at the end of class."
"Fair enough. Take a seat and have Miss Lancer catch you up."
I took a seat next to her, and she quickly caught me up. Then we had to copy notes. Which I hated doing, it killed my hand. I had carpal tunnel for years. But never got surgery done to correct it. Why? Because one, I don't have a job and two I've been trying to put it off and just deal with it. But it kept getting worse.
Come lunch time, Scarlett and I walked together. "Would you look at that, my hand's swollen. Nothing new there."
"Seriously Christy, you should get the surgery done to correct it."
"No Scarlett, I don't have the money." I waved my hand as it throbbed, in agony pain. "Damn it, it really hurts."
"Christy…talk to my parents about it! I'm sure they'd love to help you out! I mean they consider you their daughter!"
I was touched. "Which is very nice of your parents, but this is too much to ask for." We then went to the lunchroom and all the Cullen's looked at us. "Oh Scarlet, I just remembered. Mrs. Rimouski wanted to see me."
"Ooh, what did you do!"
"Nothing, honestly!"
"Sure!" We both laughed as we went in line to get our lunch. And they continued to watch us. Watch our every move. I got my tray of food and only kept my chocolate milk, as I threw out the rest of the stuff.
"Why'd you do that?"
"I don't really have an appetite."
"Then we are splitting my pizza missy!" She cut her pizza slice in half laughing.
"Scarlett please…"
"I know why you're not eating! And it's ridiculous! Now eat!"
"Fine, can you at least put it on a napkin?"
"Deal!" She put it on a napkin and handed it to me.
"Thank you Scarlett." I hugged her.
"What are sisters for!" She winked and I laughed. The Cullen's watched me, as I grabbed my stuff and left the lunchroom.
I walked to the music room, and knocked.
"Come in, come in!"
I walked in and sat next to her.
"That's all you have?"
"Yea; my friend or sister, which is how I think of her, cut her pizza slice in half and gave me half. Telling me that I have to eat something. I mean, I didn't really have an appetite."
"What's wrong?"
I shrugged. "Stuff on my mind. It's hard, I mean, it distracts me. A lot, from everything."
"What's bothering you dear?"