A Haven 2: Cedric

Before I knew it people were leaving the cafeteria on their way to their next class and I was still sitting at my empty table, dazed. The five totally awesome people were slowly making their way to wherever they were headed.

In my mind a million things were going on. Who are they? What are they? Where do they live? What grade are they in? One of those guys is really handsome. Are they related to Dracula? I still haven't done my science homework! Oh crap, I still haven't done my science homework and my next class is science!! I ran out of the cafeteria and ran into the metal thing between the doors and flew to the floor with a loud crack. It felt like the wind was knocked out of me and I could feel my head throbbing. My blood was splattered on the floor and I could feel it dripping its way down my face from my head. I just knew that I would run into that thing at some point!

"Oh my God, are you okay?" I heard someone say.

I looked up to see the most gorgeous guy ever. This must be heaven! "Am I dead?" I asked.

"No, I think you just cracked your head open. Don't worry one of the teachers is calling the ambulance.

Oh great I'm in hell. I then recognized the guy as one of the five awesome people. "What's your name?" I asked sort of mumbling from the loss of blood.

"It's Cedric."

"I'm Sophie." I slurred. I was then carried into the ambulance truck with Cedric by my side. His presence was making my heart flutter uncontrollably.

I woke to the sound of monitors beeping. I looked around the white room; there were a vase of pretty flowers on my night table and a maroon chair that was sitting by my side. There was also a phone with numbers written on it and a blue curtain separating the room.

"Oh, she's awake Richard," my mother said.

My parents didn't really care about my sister and me. They acted like we didn't exist and that all we were, were two more mouths to feed. My question was why did they have us if they treated us like they did or why didn't they just give us up for adoption? I saw my little sister, Rachel, standing with my dad. She was only four years old, which was a big ten years between us. She had dark brown hair, instead of my dirty blond hair. We both had the same brown eyes and bruises on our face.

Rachel came into the room with a big smile on her face.
"Sophie's okay, Sophie's okay," she chanted.

"Yeah, I'm okay, kiddo," I said.

She smiled and reached up to me to give me a kiss on my cheek.

"Did you get me the pretty flowers?" I asked.

"No, some guy did," she answered.

"Cedric!" I said to loudly.

"Who's Cedric?"