Nowhere

Teenage girl Rachel Carters has to deal with a new home, and new school, and today, being her first day, she has to manage through the day. Dispute the haunting memories that follow her every move.

Now that I think about it, I am nowhere. I never had a family to start with. When I was only four, my family was talking, and we hit a patch of hidden ice, and crashed. I was the only survivor. And the worst part, I can revisit the memory. So it's always fresh in my mind. Every night I get a nightmare. We're in the car, Beethoven's fifth is playing. I am humming along to it, and then, the music that is often heard in horror movies tales it's place. I ask my mother what it is, she smiles and just says it's fine, and I love you. I want to tell them to slow down, but instead, I cough, and cannot speak. I cannot warn my parents of their painful death. And my horrid memory.

I shake my head, not wanting to dwell on the past. Which is pointless, because I would end up with nightmares about it anyways. I walked through the long dull hallway, feeling dejected. I was all ways kind of sad. And my old 'friends' used to say I could never smile. And then they used my brokenness to betray me. Mote bad memories come into my mind, temporarily blinding my vision.

**MEMORY**
"What, are you gonna, talk to us?" Jessica laughs. I wanted to disappear into a hole and die.
"Yeah, I bet you wouldn't even be able to take a punch." Stephanie snarls.
I felt a sharp pain on my left temple, and my mind registered it as a punch.
*MEMORY OVER**

You could probably guess where that went. Those girls got caught, and were expelled and even shunned by a few students. It was the one and only victory I had ever gotten. I sigh, and continue my walk down the school hallway. I needed to get to room thirty-six. I remember it's exact location from open house. I have an eidetic memory. I chose not to use it to any advantage over others or anything like that. I wasn't that kind of person. And I intended on keeping it like that.

I finally reached the room when the second bell rang. Two more minutes until class starts. I continue forward, and take a seat in the back. It was my first day here, I had just been transfered from Cross-Lex to Central high school. It was bad already. The kids seemed nice, at first. Because it was still summer when I visited. And now, well, it was white outside. And other students were cold, tired, and mean. I had no intention whatsoever of getting near them. But sometimes, paths cross. And I just hoped that didn't happen.

"Alright class, welcome back from winter break, and open up your history books." Mrs. Hanelet says groggily. I look around the room, memorizing posters, and profiling students. The one next to me, for instance, was emo. I could tell by the way she represented herself. Black wristband with REBEL printed in bright red, and the cuts on her wrist. She sitting in a manner that most would overpass as a tired and annoyed look, bit it was a mixture of tiredness, distress, and anxiety. The boy on my left however, was a total football jock. Converse shoes, top-brand jeans, and a flannel t-shirt that said "I'M AWESOME" in bright yellow. "Class," the teacher said, gaining my attention. And so, I sat rough the long endless class with nothingness for the rest of the hour. Not to mention, I hated every second of it.