Chapter 2
Three weeks later
It had officially been one month since the accident, and I was still a wreck. I hadn't gone to school, I rarely left my room. I shut down. Then on the anniversary of all days my mother comes in with a trunk, and my dad comes with like, three more. My mom opened my closet and began to pack my clothes.
" What are you doing?" I asked hoarsely.
" Alyssa, we are tired of you laying here feeling sorry for yourself. We are sending you to a boarding school. It's in France, so there won't be anyone, or anything to remind you of Stewart. The school is called Kadic middle school. You will go there, and at least pretend you're happy." Mom said.
" I don't want to go!"
" I don't want you laying in bed the rest of your life. Henry, take the girl to the ice rink so she can get her skating stuff."
" You can't make me go!"
" Like hell I can't" my dad actually picked me up and carried me to the car. I began screaming. He shoved me in the back seat and drove off. We got to the rink and he picked me back up. We must have been a sight. A full-grown man carrying a screaming and kicking teenage girl, who was still in her pajamas, into the ice rink. I kept screaming until we got to the changing room. Dad shoved me in there and told me to get my stuff. I considered just staying in there, but I was getting cold, I was wearing red pajama pants and a black tank top for crying out loud! I was also barefoot and use to the warm feel of blankets all around me. The girls in there were staring, I probably looked like I just woke from the dead, at least I didn't stink, the only time I left my room was to shower and brush my teeth. I had serious problems with being dirty, meaning, I couldn't stand it. Anyways, so I opened my locker, all that was in there were two other leotards, a brush and a hair tie, and… a picture of Stewart and me. I picked up the picture and held it close. I'll admit, I was ridiculously close to my brother, but he was my mentor, my skating teacher, and my director, he recorded everything. I wondered what happened to the recorder. By then I was freezing my skinny tail off, so I walked out the door and passed by my dad without saying a word, I opened the back door and plopped in, refusing to speak, or even look at him. We got home and mom grabbed my skating things and shoved them in one of the trunks then put them all in the trunk and they drove me too the airport, I couldn't take it, it was all happening too fast! My head was spinning, my dad dragged my in to the airport and I decided if I was going, I was going with a fight, so, I began to scream again. People turned to stare at the girl freaking out, namely, me. Some looked away, embarrassed for my parents and me, others continued to watch.
" Alyssa, stop screaming this instant, you are not four-years-old!"
" Exactly! And that means you can't tell me what to do!"
" Just because you're not four doesn't mean you're an adult!"
" Oh, and what exactly makes an adult?"
" Being able to except responsibilities, like going to boarding school?"
" Yeah! What about you? You don't want the responsibility of dealing with your own daughter!" I screamed. Then came the tears, I HATE tears! Mainly because I'm over-stalked on them. I turned away and sunk down, inadvertently making my parents feel bad (did I use that right?)
" Lissy, we aren't trying to get out of dealing with you, we just think it would be better for you to get out of here, where there are things to remind you of your brother." That didn't work; it just brought on more tears. My dad, again, picked me up and carried me onto the plane, while mom checked my stuff into baggage. I heard my dad talking to a stewardess.
" I want someone to stay with her until she's picked up."
" Oui, mister." I turned to her.
" Are you French or American?" she ignored me. Dad left and the plane took off. The stewardess walked off, I glared after her. She started tending to a cute, 20-year-old man. I just had to say something, she made me mad!
" He's too young for you!" I called down the isle. The lady glared daggers and the guy blushed and looked uncomfortable. I smirked, I was a crybaby, but man, I could make people mad. Someone started picking on Stewart and well, trust me, they never did it again. She's still picking pudding out of her ears. I smirked in memory. Then I remembered, I'm on a plane, she could throw me out, ouch. Well, she'd be fired, and I'd be with Stewart, hmm… nah, if I'm going to die, I don't want it to be painful. I'm a wimp. Besides, I'm over the thoughts of suicide.
Cry yourself to sleep Cry yourself to sleep Cry yourself to sleep Cry yourself to sleep
After what seemed like forever, we landed. True to her word, the evil stewardess had someone stay with me. Until this big guy with a band-aid came up to us.
" Are you Alyssa Hollyfeild?"
" Sadly."
" Come on." He drove me to the school, he said he'd take my stuff to my room and he gave me my schedule and sent me to class. I walked around confused, until I found a room with the door marked 'Health'.
" There we go." I walked in and handed the teacher a card that the guy had gave me.
" Okay, class, this is Lissa Hollyfeild." A felt myself pale; I don't know if that's possible, but I did. I bit my lip to keep from crying.
" It's Alyssa." I said my voice shaking.
" Oh, my thumb was covering the first part." The teacher said chuckling. I took a seat and began to slightly shake.
" Well' what were we talking about? OH! Drunk driving." I stiffened; the driver that hit us was drunk. She began to talk, then I raised me hand.
" Yes?"
" May I be excused for a moment?"
" No not right now."
" Please, may I be excused?" I said starting to shake again.
"I said-"
" PLEASE!" I shouted and began crying.
" O.k." she said. I ran to the door, opened it then closed it behind me. Then I sank to the floor and cried.
A/N I lied, this was angsty too, oh well. R&R, P&T!