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"Honey?"
“Yes Mommy?” I answered
“It’s time for me to leave.”
“Again?”
“It’s part of my job baby.
“Okay.”
“Just behave and listen to your father.’
“All right.”
“Don’t forget, ‘There is no black nor white, and only shades of gray in between.’”
“Bye Mommy.”
“Bye darling.” she said hugging me.
My dad grinned. ” What? No good-bye speech for me?”
“oh, but I thought we did that earlier.” my mom countered jokingly.
“Really,” my dad said playfully grabbing my mom’s waist to pull her forward.
“Arri-”
“Karyn wake up!” my roommate yelled. She's a morning person.
“What the- Oh, it was just a dream “
“Again?’
“Huh?”
“Oh, you just seem to yell ‘Mommy! Mommy!’ in your sleep every night.”
“Dang, I forgot I talk in my sleep.”
“Come on, my mom’s gonna kill me if i’m late on the first day of school." Sara says that every year.
“I’ll catch up in a minute Sara.”
“Sure but if your mom-”
“Enough about mom’s.”
“God, what the hell is your problem?”
“Like you care.”
“karyn you know you can tell me anything.”
“My mom’s. . . my mom is. . .”
“Ya, what?” sara’s patience has always been low.
“My mom’s dead okay. You happy now?”
“Gosh Karyn, I’m sorry." Her attempt to tread lightly was futile
“I don’t need your sympathy.”
“A perfect summer day wasted with school.” Mike grumbled.
“Bright.” came my characteristic reply.
“Oh, get over it karyn we live in Southern Cali, it’s always bright." Mary complained.
“Home Oregon, dark, rainy. Here Cali, bright, sunny.” I explain.
“Karyn your in 10th grade English. Start talking coherently.” Ashely laughs.
“Tired!’ I moaned, but Ashely, Mary, Sara, Mike and Jared yell.
“Loud“ I grumble while everyone else laughes.
“What time is it?” Jared askes somewhat randomly.
“ 7:49. oh cra - great.” Mike said, almost cursing. He heads off towards the gyms.
“What do you have first period?” Jared askes me. We all knew he likes me and wondered when he would get the courage to ask me out.
“Um, math.”
“What math?” Sara asked me. It was no secret i was ahead of everyone, in math and English at least.
“Trig, I think.”
“What teacher?” it was Sshely’s turn to question me.
“Mr. Ramerez.”
“That’s calc - oh. Thatt is trig.” Mike realized.
“Way off beat Mike,” Mary teased. How weird is it that Mike and Mary are a couple?
“Well gotta go, bye guys.” I said heading off in some random direction.
“Wrong way.” Sara pointed out.
“Oh, um, right.” I said heading in the right direction. Every one was still laughing when I went out of earshot.
“Everybody sit down.” Mr. Ramerez boomed. He always talked loud, like it was his trademark. He taught both triginometery and calculus. “Welcome back every body and look forward to an exiting year studying triginometery.” Someone groaned, I think it was me.
“Um, Charna Alen?” Mr. Ramerez started calling out role.
“Here.” some weird girl in the back called out. She had raven black hair, flawless pale skin, and glowing green eyes.
“Cristy Brown?”
“Here.” Cristy was a popular blond cheerleader in the 11th grade.
Mr. Ramerez continued to call out names but I only heard “Karyn Smith?”
“Here.” I answered automaticly.
“Okay, on with our day. Here is an introdution to triginometery read it and then fill out this worksheet.
i was almost done with the worksheet to notice Charna Alen was sitting next to me. I didn’t get it, i mean no 10th grader would dare go near a freshman. Could she be a freshman too? They were other open seats, so that couldn’t be it. Why was some strange goth kid sitting next to me? I wondered as I mindlessly filled out the worksheet.
“Are you done yet?” Charna shatered my contemplations.
“Huh? Oh ya. Are you?”
“Ya it was pretty easy.
“Sure.”
“Wow usualy people think I’m cold, not visa-versa.”
“Realy shocker.”
“Hey, sorry I misjudged Miss Oregonian.”
“Wow, now I’m being stalked by a goth eavesdropper.”
“Cold, very cold”
“Get used to it.”
I’m not sure why I am so mean to her. There was something about her, and
a few other strange mostly goth kids that just puts me on edge.
“I just thought that Karo’s daughter-”
“You know nothing about me.” I say walking out of class.
Nothing exciting happens in science, well unless you count Paul Peterson having to go to the health room because he passed out after hearing the word blood. I mean, how lame?
Next I have gym, and am pleasantly suprised to find Jared in a pair of gym shorts and a spandex shirt.
“Ya, real way to impress the babes.” I tease, knowing the only ‘babe’ he wants to impress is me.
“Your in a good mood.”
“It comes with seeing Paul Petterson pass out in Science.”
“Seriously?” he is astonished.
“Totaly.”
He is laughing “Do you think he died?”
I start to laugh too. “No, Julie poured water on him and he woke up.”
“Hey, I heard there’s this new self-defense class after school. I’m thinking about checkin’ it out, ya wanna come?”
“You mean like a date or just as friends? ‘Cuz either way you’ve got some work to do.” Wow that sounded bitchy. “Sure I’ll come.”
Jared just shakes his head knowing how easily my emotions can shift.
“Okay, 10 laps around the gym! Now!” Mr. Wite yells “No walking! Run!”
Easily run the laps, just a bit slower than some people.
“Now 50 push-ups! No knees! 90 degrees! Up! Down!”
It takes me a while but I get these done too.
“100 sit-ups! Sit all the way up! No crunches!”
Now by the time i get these done I have a major head ache.
“150 squats! Hands behind your backs! Knees at about 100 degrees! No jumping!”
Okay, military school sounded much better before these.
“Splits! Go as far as you can! no talking. I want to see your lages shaking!”
I sware he has us holding that for atleast 20 minuets.
“If you truely finished everything go wash up!”
Finaly, lunch.
“Hey, Karyn!” Ashely yelled across the cafeteria.
“Hey guys.” I say when I get to the table we always sit at.
“Anything interesting happen so far?” Sara asks.
“Besides Paul Peterson passing out in science?”
“No way!”
“Totaly. Ms Herin said tomarrow we’re gonna test our blood types. He was out the second the work blood was in the air.” I told the story again. “What about you guys? Anything juicy?”
“Only that the new English teacher is totaly hot.” Mary says.
“I thought you already had a boyfriends Mike says ocming to the table.
“I know, but I just love jelous me.” Mary teases.
“So did anything interesting happen in any of your classes?”
“Not really, except theres this really weird girl in my history. Totaly goth, but like uber-smart and kinda hot.”
“What’s her name?” Jared askes sitting down next to me.
“Something like Karma Allen.”
“It’s Charna. She’s in my math. Seems kinda rude to me. What’s really weird is she knows my mom’s nickname.” I say.
“Wow, so weird.” Ashely says sarcasticaly.
“It’s only that the last time anyone called her that was like 11 1/2 years ago. It was the day before our birthday and the day before she died.”
“You mean she died on your birthday?” Sara askes, conserned.
My eyes were overflowing with tears but I somehow manage to mumble “Both of our birthdays. She was exactaly 20 years older than me.”
“Weird.” someone says, but I barely hear them. I barely feel the hand rubbing my back. I only feel my mom’s body cooling underneath me, only hear my screams, only see the words ‘I’m watching you Keara’ written in blood.
Then it’s oblivion. Sweet, black oblivion.
 Faey Master · Sun Apr 13, 2008 @ 02:46am · 0 Comments |
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