"OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOSH, EHMAGAWD!!!!!!!!" I repeat over and over like the dork that I am. Tabitha's mouth started gushing out blood on the linoleum floor. I screamed, then continued to hyperventilate. You see, blood and me, have never been "best friends". In fact, it scars the pee out of me.
"Okay, okay. Breathe Melody. In...out...In...out." What the hell do I do?!?! It never explained in the student handbook what to do when a student dies. I guess they will now.
"Okay. Well, I can't just leave her here, someone might walk in." I said out loud. Yes I talk to myself. Stop judging me! I hover my hands over Tabitha's body. "How am I supposed to do this?" I say. I pull her into the stall by her feet. I couldn't just lay her body on the floor though, someone would know something's up. So I...I picked her up and put her on the toilet. She was kind of falling in the toilet, but it won't hurt her. "Of course it won't," I mumble, "She's dead." Yeah, I also argue with myself. Stop judging me, again!
I run to the principle's office. I see the annoying, boring secretary. She sighs, "What is it this time Melody?" She says in an annoyed voice.
Now, this is what I thought I sounded like: I went to the restroom with Tabitha and when I got out, Tabitha was collapsed on the floor, and her mouth was gushing blood. To my conclusion, I think she's dead.
But, this is what I sounded like: "I...Restroom...Lip gloss...Duck...Tab...Pee...Blood...Toilet...-"
The secretary cut in, "So what I'm guessing is, you have a pretty bad bladder infection? Honey, I don't get paid THAT much. That's the nurse's job."
After that I practically screamed, "TABITHA'S DEAD!!!"
It was a bit awkward crawling underneath the stall and un locking it in front of principal, Mr.Simon.
It was even more awkward opening the door, and him seeing Tabitha sitting in the toilet, now filled with blood.
"Oh...gosh..." He said disgusted.
"Yeah I umm, thought people would freak out if they saw her laying on the floor so..." Yeah, Mr.Simmons was looking at me like I was insane. Now that I think about it, he's probably right.
"So you didn't hear anyone come in or hear her scream, or anything like that?" He asked skeptically.
"Nope. I just stepped out, and saw her dead on the floor." I didn't think he believed me, but he ignored it for now.
"Right. Well you can go back to class now. I'll let the police handle it, from here. Lawsuits, here I come..." With that I speed-walked away. He's worried about lawsuits when there could be dying students?
Yep, I answered myself. That's our loving principal for you.
Thank goodness that was last period. If it was first, or morning, I would probably hide in a corner. I don't like it when people ask me questions. Especially questions I don't know the answers too. So of course, I try to get out of there as soon as possible. Before I know it, I'm on my bike on the way home. I can be quick if I want to.
My bike was one of those bikes from the 80's. It had the faded color, the thin wheels, the old handle bars. My house was about, ten minutes away by bike.
When I get to the house I go straight to the fridge, get some food, and go to my room. I wouldn't say I live alone, but I spend most of my time alone. My mom is here in the mornings and nights though. My mom and dad split up when I was ten. It's not that my dad ran out on us or anything, but he lives in Portland, Oregon now so it's kind of hard to see him.
I lay on my twin bed and eat. My room is kind of small, so I can't get a queen sized bed. My bed had a big puzzle patterned quilt as a bedspreads. The room was painted bright ruby red, my favorite color. I had a small brown dresser, a small brown desk, and a small brown bed frame.
I think about Tabitha, how tall, and skinny she was, and her curly light brown hair, and hazel eyes, and her perfect sense of clothes. I think about how everyone will think the big nerd killed supermodel-like Tabitha. I was a nerd inside and out. I had shoulder length, loosely curled,dark brown hair. I was average height, only 5'5. But the dorkiest thing about me were my glasses. I wore thick red framed glasses, the biggest glasses you'd ever seen. I always wore T-shirts and skinny jeans. Today I was wearing a white "Seattle times" t-shirt. I was a klutz, to top it all off too.
I've always been this way though. You know how every little girl goes to build-a-bear? And how most of the girls would pick out a pink bear, and a cute outfit with matching shoes, and name it Isabella? When I went to build-a-bear, I picked out a rabbit, dressed him like Obi-wan-Kenobi, and named him "Bun-bun the Jedi".
It's in my blood. I don't know if I should be ashamed, or proud.
My thoughts get interrupted by a loud banging on my door. While I'm getting up from my bed, I hear it again. "Coming!" I shout, annoyed.
I open the door and see a pair of stern looking police and some guy. Looks like my day was only going to get worse.