Chapter 2

A Chapter by craybeast

“Stephanie martin!” I was sitting in history class when I heard my teacher calling. I couldn't hear her, or anyone else because there was a familiar ringing in my ear that wouldn't leave.

“Yes Ms. Johnson?” I managed to get out.

“I would appreciate it if you pay more attention to me and less attention to whatever is outside, do you understand?” I stared at her with the most concentration I could muster and said I was sorry and that I would try to pay more attention. I could feel the whole class staring at me like I was a criminal. I tried to shake off the feeling but nothing worked.

I looked back at my text book and tried to focus. The ringing in my ear was getting louder. I knew what was coming. “Mrs. Johnson I need to go, may I be excused?” I asked her desperately. “Do you need to use the bathroom?” I nodded my head no, “then it can wait until after class!”

I started to rock back and forth and whisper things to make the voices go away but nothing worked. I could feel my classmate's stares that normally made my blood quiver but today I didn't care. This seemed even more important than whoever was out to get me. The voices got so loud that I couldn't control them anymore. The period was almost over when a mysterious girl from my childhood appeared. She stood in front of my desk.

“Hello Stevie” she said “I am back my friend. You will never be able to make me go away again. You can’t live without me. You need me.” No. I didn't want this! This wasn't supposed to happen. Not now, not ever!

“You can’t control me” I whispered. I kept on repeating those words and my voice got louder every time. “MY NAME IS NADIA! I AM THE GIRL OF YOUR FUTURE! I AM YOUR FUTURE!” she shrieked. I couldn't control myself anymore. I never wanted this to happen.

“SHUT UP!” I said as loud as possible; forgetting that I was still in class. I should have stopped right then but for some reason I kept going. I couldn't stop myself. For the first time in three years I was out of control.

“Go away!” I yelled. “I don’t want you here! Stop it! JUST STOP IT!”

“Stephanie Martin!” My teacher said in as loud of a voice that is allowed for a teacher, “Go to the principal’s office immediately!”

I knew that there was no hiding it now so I let go completely and let the voices control me once again. I reasoned with them out loud on my way out the door. “I never knew your name. Now did I not say that I needed to know?” Kids stared at me but I kept talking. “What was it like my dear friend, to be trapped all of these years! What a beautiful dress you have! It looks just like the one I used to wear!”

In the middle of my ramblings I forgot where I was supposed to go. Soon I found myself outside by the exit; by that time I was almost out of energy so I stopped talking. Slowly the voices got softer and only my crowded thoughts remained. The voices rambled on and on in a repetitive, derogatory tone. It felt like I had been through a hurricane and I was in the middle of the aftermath. I sat by the steps and huddled into a ball. I didn't know what was next for me. Suddenly I felt afraid. My whole world was about to change and all I could do was sit there and cry.

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“Mrs. Roberts, may I have a bathroom pass?” I asked. “Fine Mich, but I expect you back in five minutes. understand?”

I had to get out of here now. My brain was fried and I could tell she was about to give out a pop quiz. I wasn't about to waste my whole hour on civics when it was so nice outside and it was so... not inside. I made it to my locker without getting caught; I grabbed my skateboard and headed for the streets when I saw someone sitting by the door outside.

“Hey, what are you doing out here?” I asked.

The person I saw was a girl who looked to be about thirteen years old; only two years younger than me. I moved her hands away from her face but when I saw her I was scared. I am new to the school but I have heard rumors about a really smart, but crazy girl. I heard that she does calculus and trig with no problems! Someone told me that when she is alone she talks to herself and shivers like she is trying to brush off a spiderweb, but what I saw in her eyes was like nothing that could ever be described. mascara was streaming down her face and her eyes twitched like she was watching pages turn on a flip book. I stumbled back and started to go inside. When I fell back she gasped. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”. She started crying again and I couldn't help but stay with her. I wrapped my arm around her not knowing what to do. “Hello? My name is Mitch. What’s your name?” I asked cautiously. I didn't know what to expect. “You’re the new kid aren't you?” she seemed to brighten up so I smiled at her and said yes. “Wow! Cool! Nice to meet you new kid very very nice to meet you wouldn't you say,” she said happily. All of the sudden I felt very sorry for her. No one would ever know what it was like for her to go from sad to frantic to sad again. Hmm, I wonder if she is bipolar.

“What are you doing out here? What was your name again? Mitch? Oh that’s a nice name very very nice in deedy! You should be in class! However I don’t blame you for not being in class because the weather is nice so very very nice…. Just like you! I would say, VERY VERY NICE!” she exclaimed and threw her hands up in the air.

“OK I get you. You are right I should be in class and so should you.” I said. “No I shouldn't because the teacher said 'Ms. Stephanie Martin! Go to the office!' Uggh!" I laughed. “Well then would you, Ms. Stephanie, take my arm as I escort you to your doom?” “The name's STEVIE chap," She said as she shook my hand with strength, "But I guess if I must be executed then I could suffer to have a handsome executioner.” She laughed the craziest laugh I have ever heard.

“You are one crazy girl” I said.

“I know I am crazy but you my friend, Cutting class, skateboarding in the halls; I might just have to report you!” “Don’t worry, I am turning myself in”.

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I was sitting in the principal’s office awaiting my fate. I knew that when Mr. Harper found out that it was back my parents would be called, the whole community would be notified, and eventually it would turn out to be a public issue of weather to have such a kid in school. I would probably end up in an insane asylum far away from everything I have worked hard to build here, and more importantly, Mich Turner.

My parents walked in and immediately my mother started to cry. My dad hugged me and said everything would be alright but I didn't believe him. I knew it was only a matter of time before something drastic happened and I would be locked up forever in a cold white room with no windows. It would have to be surrounded by a special padding so I wouldn't try to hurt myself. I could just imagine being there with a team of paramedics and a psychiatrist with drugs and needles waiting on me hand and foot. All that I would see is that girl, Nadia, telling me that one day I would be just like her. Nadia’s words still rung in my ears,

“MY NAME IS NADIA! I AM THE GIRL OF YOUR FUTURE, I AM YOUR FUTURE!” Was she right? where would I be in the years to come? Would I come out of this or would I be just another "Imaginary friend" to a whole new generation of the tormented. I would have screamed my thoughts to the rooftops right then but I knew better. I didn't want to scare my parents any more.

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Author's Note

All feedback is appreciated. This is not a finished product. I am still working so any ideas about the story line are very helpful! Please let me know of grammar errors!