A Dream Come True (Longer version), chapter 3
Back home, we all went upstairs, pretty worn out by now. I sat down on my computer chair and turned the monitor on. I opened a window and waited about five minutes for it to load before giving up. Our internet usually goes down very often. It gets pretty annoying.
I sighed and turned the monitor back off. I turned around on the chair and looked at the lame excuse for a bed. It was broken so that it wouldn't stay on the frame, so Dad put a wooden board across the frame to hold up the matress. Then the box matress thing always made a loud noice when ever you moved on it. Still, it looked pretty inviting...
On Monday in school, it was like any other day, until Language Arts..."Let's go eat," Mrs. Voss said. Everyone stood up and left, she had told me to stay behind. "Sit," she said, "Um....okay...?" I said uncertanitly. So, I sat down,"What's with the gothic eyeliner?" she said. Gothic? Gothic? She's got to be kidding. There was nothing gothic about how I wear my eyeliner. "You weren't wearing it this morning," she said. "Didn't have time to put it on at home," I said simply. It was parshily true, I did run out of time, but my dad still hates it. "Does your mom mind you wear it?" I shook my head. She sighed for some odd reason. "You can go," she said slowly. 'Bout time...
"Why'd she hold you back?" Ally asked as I walked in the lunh room. "'Cause I have Gothic eyeliner," I said, shrugging slightly. She laughed a little, then I walked off. All they had was meat. How nice. Oh well, not that hugry anyways. Sat down and turned to face the other way so I could talk to Rachael and Heather. After a bit, Katelyn tapped my shoulder,"You going to eat your chicken?" she asked. I shook my head,"Vegitarian," I said and turned back around.
*Two Days Later*
Back in Language Arts. About to fall asleep as the inercome turns on,"Mrs. Voss? Do you have Chelsea Marks? Please send her to the councilers office," Said the annoying voice. "Oh shit..." I whispered, not wanting to move. But, I had to go. I walked up to the door,"Do you know where to go?" Mrs. Voss asked. I thought for a minute, then shook my head,"Not a clue," I said. "It's just down the hall," she said. I nodded and walked out the door. "Lets see...who do I hate now?" I said to my self as I walked down the hall,"Mr. Feldstien...Mrs. Voss...Mrs. Flowers or whoever...and now Mrs. Myers. Lovely..." I found the office and walked in.
"Oh, Chelsea, have a seat," she said as I opened the door. Damn, I hate my name! "Mrs. Voss is really worried about you," she continued when I sat down. I looked up at her oddly,"She is?" I asked. She nodded, "She says your eyeliner gets darker everyday and that your mom doesn't know about it," she went on,"What? She knows about my eyeliner," I shot back, getting pissed. She turned to her computer,"And your grades arn't what they used to be," she said. What did my grades have to do with anything? I just shrugged, then she started talking on again for a good twenty minutes. Then I finally got to leave. I was alate for class now. I headed off to my locker to get my flute and Band binder. I over heard Mrs. Voss and Mrs. Myers in the Sicence room talking about me. How nice...
*Later in Social Studies class*
The intercom went off. I rolled my eyes, knowing what they wanted. "Mr. Feldstien? Do you have Chelsea Marks?" Knew it. "Saturn *fake coughing* Key *fake coughing*" Drumi looked over at me and smiled a bit. "Please send her down to Mrs. Myers office." I stood up and headed for the door. "Hey, you okay? That cough sounded awful," he said. A few people laughed, Mr. Felstien not quiet understanding what was so funny,"Yeah, I'll be fine," I said, forcing a smile, then rolled my eyes when he wasn't looking.
Passing the bathroom on my way to Myers' office again for the second time that day, someone was about to go in,"Hey, wanna fight?" she said, smiling. "Yeah, let's go!" I said, continuing to walk on. She went into the bathroom, then I hit my fist into my hand two times. Laughter echoed through the bathroom.
*At home*
So...all she wanted to know is if you wanted some jeans?" Dad asked. I nodded, pissed again. "Yeah she called me to ask if it would be okay to give them to you. She also asked if we needed a thanksgiving basket thing," Mom said, then imitated Myers,"We're doing this Thanksgiving food drive, and we're wondering if you needed us to do that for you...?" I shook my head whilst rolling eyes. I went upstairs to my room and turned on the monitor. I opened up Rhapsody and played SuperModel Robots for a few laughs.
I sighed and turned the monitor back off. I turned around on the chair and looked at the lame excuse for a bed. It was broken so that it wouldn't stay on the frame, so Dad put a wooden board across the frame to hold up the matress. Then the box matress thing always made a loud noice when ever you moved on it. Still, it looked pretty inviting...
On Monday in school, it was like any other day, until Language Arts..."Let's go eat," Mrs. Voss said. Everyone stood up and left, she had told me to stay behind. "Sit," she said, "Um....okay...?" I said uncertanitly. So, I sat down,"What's with the gothic eyeliner?" she said. Gothic? Gothic? She's got to be kidding. There was nothing gothic about how I wear my eyeliner. "You weren't wearing it this morning," she said. "Didn't have time to put it on at home," I said simply. It was parshily true, I did run out of time, but my dad still hates it. "Does your mom mind you wear it?" I shook my head. She sighed for some odd reason. "You can go," she said slowly. 'Bout time...
"Why'd she hold you back?" Ally asked as I walked in the lunh room. "'Cause I have Gothic eyeliner," I said, shrugging slightly. She laughed a little, then I walked off. All they had was meat. How nice. Oh well, not that hugry anyways. Sat down and turned to face the other way so I could talk to Rachael and Heather. After a bit, Katelyn tapped my shoulder,"You going to eat your chicken?" she asked. I shook my head,"Vegitarian," I said and turned back around.
*Two Days Later*
Back in Language Arts. About to fall asleep as the inercome turns on,"Mrs. Voss? Do you have Chelsea Marks? Please send her to the councilers office," Said the annoying voice. "Oh shit..." I whispered, not wanting to move. But, I had to go. I walked up to the door,"Do you know where to go?" Mrs. Voss asked. I thought for a minute, then shook my head,"Not a clue," I said. "It's just down the hall," she said. I nodded and walked out the door. "Lets see...who do I hate now?" I said to my self as I walked down the hall,"Mr. Feldstien...Mrs. Voss...Mrs. Flowers or whoever...and now Mrs. Myers. Lovely..." I found the office and walked in.
"Oh, Chelsea, have a seat," she said as I opened the door. Damn, I hate my name! "Mrs. Voss is really worried about you," she continued when I sat down. I looked up at her oddly,"She is?" I asked. She nodded, "She says your eyeliner gets darker everyday and that your mom doesn't know about it," she went on,"What? She knows about my eyeliner," I shot back, getting pissed. She turned to her computer,"And your grades arn't what they used to be," she said. What did my grades have to do with anything? I just shrugged, then she started talking on again for a good twenty minutes. Then I finally got to leave. I was alate for class now. I headed off to my locker to get my flute and Band binder. I over heard Mrs. Voss and Mrs. Myers in the Sicence room talking about me. How nice...
*Later in Social Studies class*
The intercom went off. I rolled my eyes, knowing what they wanted. "Mr. Feldstien? Do you have Chelsea Marks?" Knew it. "Saturn *fake coughing* Key *fake coughing*" Drumi looked over at me and smiled a bit. "Please send her down to Mrs. Myers office." I stood up and headed for the door. "Hey, you okay? That cough sounded awful," he said. A few people laughed, Mr. Felstien not quiet understanding what was so funny,"Yeah, I'll be fine," I said, forcing a smile, then rolled my eyes when he wasn't looking.
Passing the bathroom on my way to Myers' office again for the second time that day, someone was about to go in,"Hey, wanna fight?" she said, smiling. "Yeah, let's go!" I said, continuing to walk on. She went into the bathroom, then I hit my fist into my hand two times. Laughter echoed through the bathroom.
*At home*
So...all she wanted to know is if you wanted some jeans?" Dad asked. I nodded, pissed again. "Yeah she called me to ask if it would be okay to give them to you. She also asked if we needed a thanksgiving basket thing," Mom said, then imitated Myers,"We're doing this Thanksgiving food drive, and we're wondering if you needed us to do that for you...?" I shook my head whilst rolling eyes. I went upstairs to my room and turned on the monitor. I opened up Rhapsody and played SuperModel Robots for a few laughs.
