Chapter 2: Dread

2nd chapter

     I woke up to the patting of my Uncle's hand on my shoulder. "April,you have school today. Do you think you can go?"  He says. I nod even though I probably can't. He looked up doubtfully, but I jumped up and gave a cheesy, fake smile.

 

     I get ready for school and grab a nutrigram bar just in case  I regain my appetite. I run down the street to the bus stop. I arrive and I am out of breath. Eyes look my way and I fidget uncomfortably. The bus pulles up and I walk up the stairs. As I walk past Mr.Melwew, the bus driver whispers "I'm sorry about your dad." I nod a quick thanks.  And he frowns at my blank face. I sit down in seat number nine,my assigned seat. Rose Sidfron, my best friend was already sitting there, which would usually be good, but today I was in the mood for crying not gossiping.

 

    Rose frowns and rubs my back. She was at the funeral yesterday, but I knew she would understand if I didn't talk at all at the celbration or funeral. I start sobbing and bury my head in the shoulder of her knit cardigan. Rose braids my hair while I cry and we ride to school.

 

    The bus stops and I stand up. " Oh no, is my face all red and puffy?" I ask. Rose hands me a compact mirror and a couple tissues. "Thanks." I give her back the compact mirror and walk down the aisle and down the stairs.

 

   I walk to my locker and fiddle with my lock before I open it. I grab my books and walk to science. We are doing some stupid physical motion experiment today. I sit through class and pretend to be interested. Math class is just as boring probability games. I roll the dice and pretend to be annoyed that I still haven't gotten two of the same numbers in a row yet.

 

    Social Studies was a little better we just had to make up an ABC poem thing for a teacher who is retiring. I buy my lunch and sit down with Rose and a couple of friends. Mrs.Farwick tells me I am supposed to take my lunch to the counselor, Mrs. Cabanoe.

 

     I walk to her office. "Hello? My name is April Brown I was told I was supposed to report here." Mrs. Cabanoe pats the desk to let me know I can set my lunch down and sit. I had been to the counselor before when my mother died. I hated Mrs. Cabanoe's guts.

 

     "So your dad died of cancer and your mom was hit by a car two years ago. Not very lucky huh?" She says. Is she trying to make my cry? I nod and hold back tears. "Are you still living with your Aunt Rebecca and Uncle Wyatt? Are you feeling guilt? Were you mad at him when he died? Are you being selfish wishing he were still alive?

 

    "Hey lady are you trying to make me cry. Yeah I am still living with my aunt and uncle. No I didn't even think about any of that until now." I storm out of the room and slam the door.

Reviews

[Kira]

I hate counselors.

Your writing style is...juvenile. Even if you didn't tell me you were this middle school kid, it'd be fairly obvious. Your writing is kind of stiff and metronome. You could try lengthening your sentences or putting some together, or working on your punctuation, because I think that would make it sound better. Still reading!

[bonbon7810]

Umm ok what do you mean by put some of the sentences together? Wouldn't that be like run-on sentences?

[bonbon7810]

well she didnt say that to anyone but ik who you are thinking of and the lady in real life isnt that bad actually she is pretty nice most of the time

[eccath]

Ha ha! I know exactly what evil lady this is! ;) And who she said that to. ;)x2. That's good! I can't wait to read more!!!

[bonbon7810]

oh yeah it was sort of! okay I'll change it

[mess of gorgeous chaos]

lol Bonnie this makes me think of so many things xD I know it's a sad, story, good job on the writing, but Mrs. Cabanoe I think is based off a certain elementary school teacher and the day is like exactly how it was like yesterday or Monday or whenever that was.
Oh and you said nutrigram - did you mean Nutri-grain? I used to think it was called that too lol. Until I saw the box :) well once again good job! :)