Dear, Teddy

Chapter one- pen pal

Tired, wanting to go home. But we just got here. Why did my mom do this to me? Put me in public school. I want to stay home. Everyone has looked at me weird. I hate being looked at. Being talked about. I just want to go home. I wanted to text my moms but last hour the teacher took my phone. I have to wait five more hours to get it back. Ela isn't the worst, even though I had to go to the front of the class and talk about myself. We aren't in kindergarten, why do we still do this? We are getting paired up with a random kid in out grade, 'Pen Pal' is was the teacher said it was. We won't even know the person? Why should I just email a random person I don't even know? I hate this, I really don't want to do it but it's for a grade. Then the bell rungs and I see some girls laughing at me. Great, just great. This is the reason I went into homeschooling. People would just look and laugh. Even though I haven't done anything that made them laugh about it. There just wanna be's that won't work and have a rich husband.
    "Watch out." I hear someone say behind me.
    My head hits the ground, "Owww, sorry are you okay?" She says.
    I look at her, confused, "y-yeah, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, but I don't care about that. Is your head okay? That doesn't matter, I'm gonna take you to the nurse," She says, pulling my arm up and to the nurse.
I don't say anything, She's really pretty. 'Alex stop thinking like that. She isn't like you she just wanted to help.' As a second passes I'm already in the nurses. She tells the nurses what happened and I hear her start crying. I try to move back up, but I black out. It is not after a few hours I wake back up. I'm in a hospital room. It's bright as hell. I look to the side and see my moms and they look like they are gonna cry. I move my hand to show I'm awake and they look at me. I look at my phone and I see around three emails? It's from my pen pal? Why did they email a few times? Maybe they were in the hallway when I fell, or it could be that they wanna make fun of me. Wait, they don't know who I am. I need to think straight. Then the door opens, and the same girl walks in.
Her mom was a doctor at the hospital. And she knows how to help around with easy things. Her cheeks turn pink and hand me a cup of water and some pills. She said that it would help. I thank her for them and she leaves. I look at my emails from the pen pal.

Dear, Pen Pal (12:56)
This might be weird for the both of us but hi.

Dear, Pen Pal (2:37)
Are you okay you haven't answered?

Dear, Pen Pal (3: 45)
Also one more thing so we can make a game out of this we should call each other by our childhood nickname. Mine was Teddy, I used to walk around with one all the time.

    Damn okay, that's a lot. But I think I should answer? I looked at my phone and then at the blacket I was wearing. Ha, it is my favorite one since I was little. I back at my phone and type.

Dear, Teddy? (4:03)
Sorry, I have been doing something. But hello? I don't know how to talk to people I have no friends (lol). That's not funny, sorry. I'm okay, just hurting you could say that. Also you can call me button. When I was a kid I had (still have it, laying with it right now) this blanket with a button that I would talk to. I really never had friends if you can't tell. But I hate talking about myself, so how are you?

    She walks back in and my moms leave? What is going on? But then her phone goes off. I look at her and then back at my phone. The pen pal had read it? Already dang. That was fast. Maybe I might have a friend. I probably will never find out who they are but it's fine. Then the girl put her phone down, then smiled at me. Me? Of all people, me. The person knocked her over, when she ran into me. I feel bad. I look away and she moves to where I was looking. Then she smiles again. She reaches for my arm and I let her take it. She was looking at my heart rate.
    "How are you feeling?" She says but then people walk in my room.
    "Girl what are you doing here? I thought we are gonna go shopping?" A blond says.
    "Yeah, well maybe look at your I texted you that I can't today, I have to help my mom around," She says to her with sassy and they walk out mad.
    "I'm fine, why are you helping me?" I say, and look away again.
    "I help my mom, not the people. I just check little things for her and bring food. I mean say I can choose who but there is no reason," She says, as she starts to leave.
    I grab her arm and look at her, "Would you like to come over for dinner after it gets out to make it up to you?"
    Why did I say that? Oh my goodness! Why did I do that? She's gonna say no, I know it. She nodded and gave me a piece of paper with her number. As she walked out the room, she smiled at me. Pink on her cheeks again. My dad walks in and I look away. Why is he here? I don't want him to be here! I want him to go. I wish he was gone already. Why did they let him in here? I hate seeing him and they let him in. My moms come back in and look at him, then me. They tried to get him out but they couldn't.
One of the nurses came in and saw the whole thing. She looked at me and then at my moms. She looked at my dad and tried to take him out. But he wasn't listening, he looked at her and then back at me. Then I think my doctor walked into the room. She looked at me and walked over to my dad. She grabs his arm and pulls him out of the room. I looked at my moms and my bio mom had a bruise on her arm. I look back at the door. My phone goes off again.
Dear, Button (4:25)
Okay, I never heard that one before. (lol) I'm not being rude I promise. I'm fine, I also hate talking about myself. That one thing we have in common. I hope you're doing well. What were you doing if I didn't mind asking?

Dear, Teddy (4:30)
I'm just at the doctor. That's it. I'm fine. (lol)

I put my phone down and she walked back in. She looked happy but also upset. She looked at my moms and then at me. She had a smile on her face, as she walked over.  She handed my moms a piece of paper, and they smiled. They started to get their things and sat me up. I read the paper, I'm out. I have to go home, to school. I really don't want to but I will if I have to. I look at her then at the paper. Will I ever get to talk to her again? Probably not. She is friends with those types of girls. But she isn't like them. I know that. She is nice, sweet and really pretty. Anything I could never be.
We leave without a word, my moms happy I can go home. I am too tired to talk to anyone except her. Don't even know her name. Then my phone goes off again. It's a text from an old friend from my last school.

Her: Hi this is Alexandra? Right? Are you doing any better? Oh yeah you don't really know me, so my name but it's Amber. But are you doing any better?
Me: Yeah this is her, Alexandra. I'm doing fine, but please for the love of god could you please call me Alex. The only person that calls me is my dad, and I never talk to him bc of things.
Then nothing back for the rest of the night.