By: Hinamori Amu
Trish was in the car waiting for her parents to come back from the gas station when suddenly she heard a loud BANG sound. She looked out of the car window and saw her parents lying on the ground…with red blood on their faces. She wanted to go out of the car to help her parents, so she unlocked the car doors and stepped outside. She ran to her parents, with tears rapidly rolling down her cheeks. She knelt down next to her parents yelling out from the top of her lungs asking for help.
A man walked by and saw her desperately trying to call someone for help. He ran to her and called the ambulance right away. Soon, the ambulance car went to their place and place Trish’s parents onto a rolling bed. Trish was crying and sobbing loudly calling her parents back.
The man asked where her house was so he could take her there. He drove her to the house and dropped her off, where Trish’s relative were standing in the front living room with surprised faces. They all came out to hug her and they asked where her parents were. She told them what happened and all of them were shocked about what happened. Trish’s relatives decided to take care of her (pay for her to go to school, take her to after school classes, etc.)
From that day forward, Trish was scarred for life and was a lonely girl who always wanted revenge on the person who killed her parents…
“Friends” Is Not the Problem
I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. 6:22, which was the usual wake up. I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision and got out of bed. I looked in the mirror and saw that my eyes were puffy and red.
Maybe I have puffy eyes because of the incident last night…
It felt like a gloomy morning but then I had to get up. Why? The reason was school, that’s why. I really wanted to lie on my bed for at least a couple more hours and drink hot chocolate with mini marshmallows, watching TV with the heater on, since it was a gloomy and cold day.
“Oh God, please let it snow, REALLY, REALLY, HARD today!!!” I said.
Yup, that was me, the lazy person who doesn’t like school all that much but coincidently, one of the smartest kids in 6th grade. That’s weird huh? Anyway, I got out of bed, took a shower, and changed my clothes. My aunt made me a special breakfast, which was pancakes with blueberries and chocolate chip with extra syrup and whipped cream. I quickly ate my breakfast and dashed out the door to walk to school with my friend, Lillian.
Lillian was my best, best, best, best, best, best, best, best, best friend ever!!! She walks me to school and walks me home from school. Also, we live across the block from each other and go to the same school. How cool is that?
But today, I felt like I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I felt really excited going with Lillian, but I also feel like I don’t want to go with her, because I feel upset and scared.
When I walked with her, I kept silent. She kept asking me if I was ok and I either stayed quiet or nodded my head yes. Finally she stopped walking and stayed still.
She said, “What’s up Trish? Is there something wrong? You could tell me anything.”
“Actually, I don’t feel good to tell you now. Maybe I can tell you during lunch, ok?” I simply said.
“Sure. But tell me, like, right before we even start eating. I want to fix this problem of yours,” she said.
I said, “Ok, but I don’t think you can fix this problem…just saying. Also, this isn’t about you at all!”
Soon, we reached school and we ran to our lockers. Luckily, right after they got to they took out their necessities, the bell rang. She waved bye to me and I waved back. She ran to Science and I ran to Core (a three period class: English, Reading/Writing, and History). I still felt VERY gloomy, and I started to drop my smile…although I did not know why…
I went into Core class and my teacher greeted me. I forced my lips to smile. Yes, I literally had to FORCE my lips to smile. That’s how bad my feelings felt. You can clearly tell that I was having a REALLY bad day if you were there to see me.
I went to my desk and sat down to get my Do-Now book to (obviously) start my Do-Now. It was a Monday, the day of the week I hated the most. My classmate next to me, Primrose, was looking at me as if she was asking me, “Are you ok today? You look super down today!” I smiled back palely as if saying (back), “Don’t worry about me, I’m fine.” I turned back to my book to work on my Do-Now, and so did Primrose. Even during the pledge of allegiance, I didn’t say a single word of it. Soon, during Core, everyone including the teacher noticed that I was extra pale and a little bit green too. Everyone keeps asking if I was ok or not…which was really weird…my classmates had never ever been THAT nice to me. I wasn’t popular either.
My teacher said, “Trish, are you ok? You are looking extremely pale today. What’s wrong?”
“I’m feeling kind of queasy inside my stomach. Can I go to the restroom?” I said.
“Ok, sure. Just fill out your planner and bring it to me so I can sign ok?” my teacher simply said.
I went to my desk to get my planner and filled in the information needed. The reason that she let me go to the restroom that easily was because I was on her good side. A few other kids are also on her good side, but whoever isn’t on her good side has to wait until passing to go to the restroom.
Anyway, my teacher signed my planner and I quickly went to the restroom. I went to the sink and look at myself in the mirror. I washed my face a couple of times and took a few deep breaths.
“There’s nothing to worry about. Come on Trish. Just act natural and act as if nothing bad had happened. Please let me be myself, the humorous person that I know.” I said to myself. I put a smile on my face and I went out of the restroom. As soon as I went out of the bathroom, I looked up into the sky.
“Mom, dad, please help me. I need some encouragement.” I thought.
I entered into my Core class and heard something that made me still.
“OMG, have you heard the story about how the girl’s two parents died at the gas station yesterday? I don’t know who the girl was but my friend told me the story during our hangout yesterday. I want to find out who that girl was…” said one of my classmates.
“WHAT? HOW DID SHE KNOW ALREADY? IS SHE TRYING TO RUB IT IN MY FACE?” my brain screamed. I fell to my knees in front of my whole class and screamed!! I cried and sobbed as if it was the end of the world and that was the last day I could scream and cry. My teacher went up to me and said, “Why are you screaming so loudly? What happened?”
I kept crying and sobbing loudly. Everyone was quiet and shocked with wide open eyes. When my teacher tried to comfort me, I went crazy and pushed her away. I ran out of the classroom as fast as I could to get out of there. In the middle of the empty blacktop, I fell to my knees once again. I cried endlessly and desperately. Slowly, I felt like I was going to burst. Before I could even scream, I felt extremely dizzy. I stopped crying and gradually started to feel very weak. All of a sudden, everything started to blur and I closed my eyes. I had blacked out.