Deleted Scene 12
Ch. 16
Abby tells a story
A little later, everybody came back with food, water, and some other things.
We had a nice little get together while we ate.
Abraham made a little speech about going to Washington D.C to save the world. With a little convincing, my dad finally agreed. So it was settled, tomorrow morning we would head to D.C.
Everyone was just kind of sitting around and talking. I was sitting over by Glenn, Maggie, Tara, Rosita, Abraham and Eugene. The rest were kind of away from us, out of earshot.
"Hey, Abby." Glenn said. "Why don't you tell us all a story? We haven't heard one in a while."
"Aw, get out." I waved. "These people don't want to hear a story."
"Why not?" Tara asked.
I hesitated. "You guys really want me to?"
I heard a few yeahs throughout the room.
"All right." I shrugged. "Gimme a minute to think of something."
"You're gonna love this. She tells the best stories." I heard Glenn say to Tara and Rosita. "Especially the WAY she tells them."
I smiled. I better think of a good one! I've got a big job to fulfill.
"Did I ever tell the story about when we had a substitute teacher and we were all real bad?"
"No." Glenn shook his head.
"It's not very long." I cleared my throat. "Okay, so, when I was in eighth grade, we had a substitute named Mr. Vogel and he was like emotionally unstable to teach a class or something. He hated my friends and I. We turned our desks in like a circle and he called us 'the circle of hell.' Well anyway, this one day, my friend, Damien, he was really bad like he had no respect for any teachers or anything. Well, Mr. Vogel was trying to get us to do our work and listen and Damien kept yelling stuff at him and making him yell back and that." I sighed. "Finally, Mr. Vogel had enough and he flipped out! Like he screamed, 'GET OUT!' like four times at the top of his lungs and he swung the door open so hard that it hit the glass wall and it shattered. We were all wide-eyed and like couldn't believe what just happened, he told us to get out again so by that time we were scurrying out of the room. So, were walking down the hall and we're laughing and stuff because at the time we were all immature assholes." I paused for a minute and laughed. "And then…we run into Mr. King, the principal."
"You're principal's name was Mr. King?" Glenn laughed.
"Yeah, I know." I giggled. "So, we run into the principal and he's all like, 'why aren't you kids in class? What are you doing in the hallway?' We said our teacher kicked us out then he asked who the teacher was and he was looking pretty angry right about then, like there was a vain popping out of his head. We told him it was Mr. Vogel and the room number. So, Mr. King walks upstairs and…no one ever saw Mr. Vogel again."
"What? You got him fired?" Glenn asked.
"Yup. Well…I really didn't do anything. It was mainly Damien and like one other kid."
"The story is funny but that's horrible if you think about it." Maggie said.
"Oh, I know. We were the bad ones but he was the one who paid for it." I stretched. "But…I did say we were immature assholes at the time."
We all laughed.
"Reminds me of me and my friends." Abraham said. Rosita hit his arm.
Suddenly, I looked up and saw Carol making her way to the door. I was a little confused and wondered what she was doing.
Someone said something that made the others laugh so I pretended to laugh so no one seemed suspicious. I looked back over and I watched Carol slip outside when no one was looking. She looked a little uncomfortable while we were eating. I was a little concerned for her.
"Oh, Abby, you gotta tell these new guys the butterfingers story." Glenn said. "I know they'll get a kick out of it."
"Okay. I will in a minute." I got up and looked around to make sure no one saw me. Then, I followed her outside.
Deleted Scene 13
Ch. 20
Abby misses Tyreese, Rick comforts her
I decided to go to bed early that night. I didn't realize how tired I was. I should sleep well tonight.
I woke up from a bad dream that I had. It was about the day we got Beth back from that hospital, but we lost Tyreese. It happened different though in my dream. I checked my iPod and it was just passed three. I tried to go back to sleep after that but I just couldn't. That dream really upset me, it made me think of Tyreese. I realized then that I really never mourned him before, I guess I didn't have time. Well, I could not stop thinking about him now, and I started to feel like I was going to have panic attack so I went outside and sat on the porch for some fresh air.
I sat there and stared at the moon. I suddenly had a flashback of when we first met Tyreese. I liked him immediately, he never seemed like a bad guy to me. I thought about our trip here and how he didn't make it all the way. I remember when we were traveling to Terminus and we were talking about cold weather and he being my bodyguard. I smiled as I replayed the whole conversation in my mind. Then I became very sad and before I knew it, I was sobbing uncontrollably. I missed Tyreese so much. He did not deserve what happened to him.
"Abby?" I heard a voice say. I tried to straighten up and wipe my tears away. I always hated crying in front of others. "Abby." It was my dad. "What are you doing out here?"
I took a minute to answer to try and hold back a sob. "Couldn't sleep."
"Are you all right? You sound like you were crying?"
"I'm fine." I couldn't hold back anymore, I started crying again.
"Sweetheart, what is it?" He came and sat down next to me.
"I had a bad dream." I sobbed.
"What was it about?"
"When we were at that hospital and T—Tyreese died."
"Oh, baby, it's okay."
"I'm not c—crying because of the d—dream."
My dad was quiet for a minute. "You just miss Tyreese?"
I nodded and cried harder. We were quiet again. "I didn't even g-get to say goodbye to him. Or that I was sorry. I was mad at him for changing your-your plan."
"He knew." My dad knelt down in front of me. "He knows you didn't mean that, and he knows you cared about him. Just like he cared for you."
I nodded and sniffled. I tried to calm down. "I just can't believe it h-happened. He didn't deserve that. He was a good person."
"Yeah." My dad nodded. "Yes, he was." He sat down next to me again and made me lay my head on his shoulder. He just held me until I calmed down. I almost fell asleep out there like that.
