.:.Monday.:.

When Cindy moves in with her Aunt, she makes new friens and new enimies...But there's one person in her life whom she can't stop whinking about...

 

love. ugh...what is its meaning? what is its point? my meaningless life is full of this thing called 'love' it's like everything I do reminds me of him...I’m on a dark road, leaves blow by and I see a figure in the distance. I squint my eyes, as if that will help me make out who it is. They’re walking towards me now, something in their hands…A…Pole…? No. A stick…? No, a dagger.
Thousands of thoughts circle my mind. Are they going to kill me? I urge my legs to move, but no matter how hard I try, they stay locked into place, a result of fear. The figure is closer now, so close that I can make out who it is.
“I should’ve known.” I snarl, my brain sending frantic messages to my legs, but my legs not responding. Paul smirks and stops a few inches in front of my face.
“Yes, you should’ve.” I open my mouth to say something, but Paul presses his lips against mine. His lips are cold, filled with dead love. Love that used to be for me… “Goodbye.” he whispers against my lips and I feel a sharp pain in my heart. I drop to my knees and grip the dagger in both hands, blood running down them. It soaks into my white dress…a red rose against a white background. I close my eyes and wait for my death, listening to Paul walk away.
“Goodbye…” I whisper and fall to the ground.
“CINDY! CINDY?! Are you OK?” a voice out of the darkness calls.
“F**k. Off.” I mumble and shove my head into my pillow, muffling all of the surrounding sounds. I feel my blankets being pulled off of me and shiver from the sudden coldness. “KATRINA!” I cry and hop up, my white night gown hugging my body.
“It’s time to go to school, Grumpy…” she smiles and walks out of my room, shutting the door behind her. I let out a small sigh and pull off my gown. My room is a complete mess, papers scattered all over the place, stuffed animals ripped to shreds. There are posters of simple plan and Linkin Park plastered all over my wall, along with various poems and drawing by me. And above my bead, there’s a large poster of ‘minutes to midnight’. I live with my rich aunt, Katrina. We’re like best buddies. When my parents died, she was the first to take me in.
“What to wear today?” I mumble to myself and pull open my drawer. The first thing I see is a black T-shirt, I pull it on and throw on a black skirt that goes to my knees. I have few friends at school, most of them are just people that I hang around with, people that could care less about my thoughts and feelings. Except for one person, and that’s Paul. We’re really good friends, and he doesn’t know this, but I’m in love with him. I hear the horn of the bus outside and run down stairs, grabbing by backpack along the way.

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 “No, I’m telling you, that’s not it.” I frown and pick at a hang nail.

“But if 5 squared equals 25 then…5 squared plus 6 squared equals…62.” Paul scribbles his work down onto his page.

“No, it’s sixty-one. You’re off by a number.” I show him the steps of how I got the answer.

“Ohhh! That makes sense…Thanks, Cindy.”

“No problem…” mumble and continue to do my math homework. Math is one of my best subjects, but only because it runs in the family. It just comes naturally to me. All of the kids in my class always ask me for help, but only because they weren’t paying attention. Math is really simple, once you think about it. You just have to use common sense. The bell rings and the class throws their stuff inside their book bags. Except for Susan…Who remains in her seat, staring at a guy in our class. What was his name again…? Oh yes, Eshaan. Susan is one of my good friends, one of the few whom I can trust. Paul throws his math book into his book bag and heads for the door.

“I’ll meet you at lunch!” he calls behind his shoulder.

“OK!” I shout back and chuck my math book and binder into my brand new book bag. I walk up to a dazed Susan and poke her in her shoulder blade.

“WHAT?!” she spins around and falls out of her chair. “Ow…”

“C’mon, stop daydreaming, it’s time for English.” I pick up her books off of the floor and set them into her tattered book bag.

“Thanks.” she gives me a little smile and throws her book bag onto her shoulder. “So what do we have for homework, Cindy?”

“You mean you weren’t listening…?” I asked.

“Well…It’s just that-”

“You’re in love….?”

“Well I never considered that…How can I be in love with-”

“Who are you in love with?” Eshaan asks, standing at the door.

“Uhhh….” Susan’s cheeks turn bright red. “Well-”

“It’s nothing…” I frown and drag her down the hall way, down into the English room.

“Thank you!” Susan lets out a relieved sigh and continues to walk down the hallway, Eshaan trailing behind us. I pass hundreds of faces along my way down the stairs, none of which I recognize. This school is like a mystery to me, unfamiliar faces…Unfamiliar personalities. Ever since I moved here, I’ve felt uncomfortable about not knowing anybody. But that was two months ago, in September. We reach Mr. Reid’s room and I throw my book bag beside my chair. English is my favourite subject, but only because I sit beside Susan and Paul sits behind me. It makes me have a sense of place in this world…but it’s pretty annoying having my worst enemy sit diagonal from me. She passes notes to Susan all of the time, Personally, I think it’s just to piss me off.

“Okay, Class, open up your scribblers, it’s time for reading minute.” Mr. Reid instructs. I pull my scribbler out of my backpack and set in onto my desk. For the first time ever, Paul drops a note onto my desk. I let out a sigh and open it, hoping Mr. Reid didn’t see him pass it, sadly, he did.

“Ahem.” Mr. Reid crosses his arms in front of his chest and looks down at me. “What is that, Cindy?”

“Um…If I tell you it’s nothing, you’re not going to believe me, are you…?”

“Nope. Come up here and read the note to the class, I’m sure they would like to know why I’ve stopped their learning time. I would also like to know too.” I gulp and get up out of my seat, gripping the small piece of paper tightly in my hands. Paul looks at me as if to say sorry and I glare at him.Walking up to the front of the room, I feel my hands getting sweaty. I close my eyes and bring the tiny piece of paper to my face so that I can read it, then open my eyes. “Go ahead.” Mr. Reid nods.

“Umm….it says: ‘Don’t you think Mr. Reid is a dick? I hate this class so much…he totally ruins it…’” my eyes widen as I read the tiny little piece of TNT over and over again. But each time my eyes skimmed the words, it still said the same thing.

“Who. Wrote. This. Note?” Mr. Reid asks through clenched teeth. Paul slowly raises his hand in the air. Mr. Reid nods his head and motions for Paul to stand up. I can tell Mr. Reid is trying to hold in his anger. “Will you two please go to the principal’s office?” Mr. Reid asks calmly. You know, I hate it when angry people ask questions in such a calm voice, it sounds so stupid…. But however stupid Mr. Reid sounded, we still had to go to the principal’s office.

 

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“So why has Mr. Reid sent you two to the office? Or should I ask?” Principal Harkin takes a sip of her water and sits it back down on her desk. I look at Paul, who is staring out the window, deep in thought. Of course he wasn’t going to answer…

“Well…My friend, Paul, here sent me a note during class. Mr. Reid seen it and made me read it out loud…and I’m afraid it was very inappropriate.” I hold the note tightly in my hands, hoping that she doesn’t make me read it out loud.

“Well…Do you have the note with you?” she asks.

“Yes…” I mumble and hold open my hand so that she can take it from me and read it. She stands there reading for a moment and then sets the note carefully onto her desk..

“Well…I don’t know why he sent you here, but I think the only person who is in trouble is Paul, since you had no part in it.” Mrs. Harkin decides.

“Okay.” I give her a little smile before looking at Paul and walk out the door.

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Walking down the empty hallway feels like I’m in a horror movie. The eerie silence is frightening, yet relaxing. I can hear my own footsteps echoing through the long hallway as I walk back to Mr. Reid’s class. When I finally make it, the door is open and Mr. Reid is reading something, Susan is flirting with Eshaan, and Holly is picking at her nails. I quietly find my way to my seat and sit down.

“So miss Blenkhorn…I see you’ve returned.” Mr. Reid says, not looking away from what he is reading. “Why are you back so early?”

“Because Mrs. Harkin said that it wasn’t my fault and that I had nothing to do with the note.”

“Oh. So she’s taking care of Paul?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Very well. Get out your scribbler. We’re doing reading minute.” I nod my head and open up my scribbler.

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“Oh my god, Cindy! I’m glad that you didn’t get in trouble for the note. After all, you didn’t partake in it.” Susan smiles and takes a sip of her chocolate milk.

“Why didn’t you just get a piece of pizza or something, instead of a large chocolate milk, you know that too much chocolate milk makes you sick.” I frown.

“Yeah but…Hey! Don’t get me off topic!”

“Fine…I wonder when Paul’s going to come back.” I frown and turn to look at the opening to the cafeteria, and standing there, talking to Holly, is Paul. “Why the hell is he talking to Holly?” I ask, disgust in my voice.

“I dunno…I can’t understand why you don’t like her…” Susan frowns. She wouldn’t get it, of course, her and Holly are practically best friends.

“She called me trailer trash.”

“Oh.”

“I’m going to see what the hell Paul’s doing.”

“But aren’t you angry at him?”

“No. he got himself in trouble.”

“OK.” I get up out of my chair and walk over to Paul and Holly to see what they are talking about. The only piece of information I get from the conversation is;

“Okay, I’ll call you on Wednesday.” Paul ends the conversation with that. Holly glares at me before walking away.

“What was that about?” I ask politely as I can.

“Oh. Holly wants me to call her on Wednesday so that we can go on a date of Friday.” Well, at least he answered my question.

 

 

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I find it interesting, having been around the block a few times, that you could place this chapter in a corporate office setting and get the exact same results. It's like nothing changes. For most, life *is* high school, forever.

That said, this was an enjoyable read, one that kept me throughout. Well done, well paced.

Hope this finds you well--

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