Chapter Three

Author's Note: Well, when we last saw ya'll, Jenny, Nicky, and Alex were fighting over which superhero was the best, but that's a gay subject, so I'm skipping ahead to the good parts...

"Umm, Dad?" DJ said. "I'm not feeling well today, can I stay home?"
"Sure, sweetie." Danny said.
Jesse hugged DJ. "You just go up to your room and chill out, alright?"
Michelle walked in. "Daddy, I don't feel good. Can I stay home today?"
"Sure, sweetie." Danny smiled.
"You and your sister go upstairs and chill out, okay?" Jesse said.
"Okay, Uncle Jesse." Michelle said, following DJ upstairs and into her room. "DJ, can I sleep with you tonight?"
"Why?" DJ asked.
"Because, I'm scared."
"Don't be scared, Michelle. Dad won't let anything happen to you." DJ was rubbing Clearasil into her cheeks.
"But I'm still scared."
"Okay, Michelle, you win. You can sleep in my room. BUT ONLY TONIGHT!"
"Okay. Thanks, DJ."

"Good-bye, Daddy, I love you. Good-bye, Joey, I love you. Good-bye,
Uncle Jesse, I love you. Good-bye, Aunt Becky, I love you." Michelle
walked out the door.
"What's up with the long good-byes?" Becky asked.
"She's afraid she'll never see you all again." DJ said sadly.
"I've seen this kind of thing on TV, but I never thought it'd happen
to US."
"I'll walk her to school." DJ walked out the door to catch up to Michelle...

...DJ had walked Michelle to school, and dropped her off at the entrance. The fourth grade had just gotten a little harder for Michelle.
"How are you doing?" Miss Groker asked.
"I'm doing better." Michelle said.
"Well, if you ever need to talk, I'm here, honey."
"Thanks, Miss Groker." Michelle sat down next to Dorienne, one of her new best friends.
"Are you okay?" Dorienne asked.
"Fine." Michelle said.
"Good. I was getting tired of seeing you mope around all day."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? MY SISTER DIED!"
"Yeah, but you've got to get over it eventually."
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! DID ANYONE IN YOUR FAMILY EVER DIE?"
"N-n-no."
"SO YOU DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL! YOU DON'T KNOW! SHUT UP! SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!"
"MICHELLE!" Miss Groker shrieked.
"WHAT?"
"COME WITH ME." Miss Groker grabbed Michelle's arm and drug her down the hall. "Now I know I told you to talk to me, but now I see you need a professional."
"A professional?" Michelle felt her cheeks burning.
"You're going to the school counselor."
"NO! NO NO NO NO!"
"MICHELLE! BE QUIET! YOU ARE ACTING LIKE A FIVE-YEAR-OLD!"
Michelle kicked and screamed all the way to the counselor's office.
"Now, Michelle, I want you to tell me what's bothering you."
"NO! NO! I DON'T WANNA TALK TO YOU!"
"But I'm here to help."
"NO! NO! NOBODY CAN HELP! NOBODY!"
"Yes they can. If you let them."
"NO! NOBODY CAN! NOBODY KNOWS HOW I FEEL!"
"Just talk to me."
"I-I-I I I—"Michelle was so upset, she vomited on the counselor's desk. "I-I'm-sorry."
The counselor wiped up the mess and said, "Michelle, honey. What's bothering you?"
"My sister was k-kii.."
"What?"
"Killed."
"Oh, Michelle I'm so sorry. Do you want to talk about it?"
"NO! NO! NO NO NO! I WANT TO GO HOMMMMMEEEEE!" Michelle burst out of the office and ran down the halls, just in time to hear the sixth-graders talking.
"I heard that this girl went crazy in one of the fourth grade classes."
"Oh? Well I heard that she started punching kids and beating herself up."
"No! She threatened to jump off the school building."
Michelle started crying and bust out of the school. They don't understand me. Michelle thought. Nobody understands me...

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, all for today. Sorry, it's short, I know....