Harvelle Supernatural

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Chapter 15: After School Special

Skylar's POV

Cheryl was undoubtedly enjoying the spotlight with Amber. It was challenging to keep a straight face as I took pictures of them for my assignment. My photography professor told the class to take a picture of friends in a comforting environment. When I said this to my roommates, they went all at it. So now we were in our living room fooling around with accessories while listening to Cyndi Lauper's song, Girls, just wanna have fun.

I bet our neighbors are probably going insane with this entire ruckus. Amber grabbed a feather boa with a beret and drew a French mustache. Unable to hold it anymore, I started laughing like crazy. It's been a while since I laughed like this. With all the college and supernatural drama, there was no room for real laughter.

It has been nine days since helping the Winchesters on the Carter case. Had to be careful around my friends, having bruises and cuts all over my body from The Girl in the Wall. I manage to suffice and wear conservative clothing. Cheryl, who was into fashion, wasn't pleased with the layers hanging out at frat parties.

"So Sky, what are ya doing for Christmas?" Amber asked.

"I'm heading to South Dakota, meeting up with my family," I answered.

"That must stink," Cheryl said.

"Yeah, but we have a friend there, and he's offering us to stay over and celebrate with him," I explained.

"You know, you can always come with me," Cheryl offered. "My family and I are going to Vancouver for a ski trip. You should come."

"I'm fine. It's rare to see my mom and sister," I assured her.

"Yeah, but you spend so much time at college. I mean, you hardly go out of state or anywhere." Amber noted.

"Guys, my family . . . They have high hopes for me to succeed. And they travel a lot, cross country." I defended.

My Spidey-senses tingled as I grabbed my phone and turned it on before it rang. Cheryl and Amber looked at me, amazed, wondering how I do it. Anyway, caller I.D. said Sam, seeing it was late in the night, I told the girls I had enough photos for the day and went to my room to talk with Sam. Amber realizing my behavior to be critical of the call, started making a kissy face. I flicked my middle finger at her, entering my room.

"Hey, Sam," I greeted, while shutting the door.

"Hey Skylar," Sam replied sadly.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I just burned the bones of my friend," Sam answered.

"What?" I replied, confused.

Sam told his story that in November of 1997, he and Dean were students of Truman High. Therefore, that one month, he became friends with a boy named Barry Cook. Miserably, Barry and Sam were bullied by another boy name Dirk McGregor. They looked out for each other in that short time. Trying to live the freshmen year of high school.

There was a case at Truman High of a spirit possessing the victims of a bully to injure or kill the abuser. The first victim is an obese girl killing an once cheerleader in the first-floor girls' bathroom. Then the next being a smart boy shoving a jock's hand into a blender. The school's only death was Barry Cook, who died two years later after the Winchesters left, committing suicide in the girl's bathroom on the first floor.

And right now, Sam is feeling guilty for abandoning Barry in a shark tank of bullies. From what the guys found on the mortician reported, Barry was on every anxiety drug and antidepressant of the '90s. Let alone his parents divorcing, and add bulling…life was hell for him.

"If my dad had let us stay just a little while longer, maybe I could have helped the kid, you know?" Sam said.

"Sam, it's not your fault," I said. "Things happen, and what Barry went through is complicated. I mean, back then, there wasn't much support against bullying. It's was about fight or flight . . . And Barry took the final option. If you were there, would you have still been able to save him?"

Sam paused, thinking about the question. Would he have been able to save Barry if he stayed longer? The unknown is something we ponder. The problem of "What if?" Nearly everyone asks that vital question throughout their life. "What if?" What if I stayed? What if I did something? It is those two words that we only question if we had known what the future bestowed.

Sam sighed, "I don't know."

"Life's hard, Sam," I said. "Not everyone can be saved."

"I know . . . but-"

"The world is cruel, and high school is crueler," I murmured. "The best you can do is keeping his memory going. Remember the good times. Never the bad."

"Thanks, Sky," Sam said. "I needed that."

"You're welcome," I said with a small smile.

We talk for a moment until hearing Dean's voice in the background, telling Sam to shut up and get some shut-eye. I chuckled, checking the time to see it was midnight. So not wanting to make the bull frustrated, Sam and I said goodbye before hanging up.

When I put down my phone, I thought about high school. I know what it was like to be victimized by bullying. Being the girl who lived in a bar, not wearing the top fashion, wearing hand-me-downs, and knowing the media. Jo knew how to blend in, keeping to the average group. But for me, and my learning disability of ADHD, I was slow, not able to catch up. Girls would try to rile me up to a point I would get upset over nothing.

One time a girl picked on me because I got injured on P. E's track field, scraping my hands, knees, and face. She called me a klutz over and over again. Using any reference to the event, let alone calling me a mummy when I came to school in bandages. It got out of hand; I hid in the bathroom sobbing. Jo found me completely upset she search for the girl and shoved her against the wall, threatening her to leave me alone or else. Of course, it stops the bullying temporally. Although, when Jo started showing her hunter side, many people avoided her until graduation.

Meanwhile, I got looks and murmurs now and then. But no one bothered me.

It's not easy being a hunter's child. There are some traits you can barely understand.

I sighed, deciding it was time to go to bed.


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