Johnathan

The Girl Who Killed Me

Have you ever had a change that made it impossible to go back to your real self?...if so does it feel like a part of you died?...or did that part come to life?

Well I don't know either way my life changed and either way it goes I can't revert back to my past self even if I wanted to... and I don't want to...let me start off at the beginning when a certain girl killed me.

It was on a Monday and I was just coming to school. It was my first day being a softmore and I... wasn't very 'excited'. It was a big school I'd say about 4 to 5 stories 6 at the most. It was built like a college because of the multiple programs we have. Despite how clean it is outside its very dirty inside if you know what I mean. If you don't then I'll explain. Cheerleaders having sex in the bathrooms, Jocks beating the crap out of local geeks and nerds, teachers constantly molesting or flirting with students. This is my school and yet this school is top of the line in book smarts...they just need common sense.

I walked into the school. It was my first day so I wanted to dress nice. I wore a hoodless jacket it was black and with a green shirt under it. My shirt had no logo and I wore some black jeans with a chain hanging from the side. I had black book bag as well.

I went to my first class because we weren't assigned any lockers yet. When I walked in there were 20 seats. Almost all of them were filled with jocks and cheerleaders and a small fraction of geeks and nerds with some regular people. I was nervous but not enough to put my head down while walking to my seat. I sat down and on my left a cheerleader, on my right a Jock, in front of me was a nerd, but behind me was a regular girl. It was strange how the ones whom I should really pay attention to are on my right and left, but for some reason I couldn't ignore her.

This class was very loud and the teacher kept making failed attempts to calm the class. The teacher gave up and left the class and almost immediately got quiet when the guy on my left side got up.

"So...its alot of people's first day here at the great East Highschool. Let's teach them the rounds and for that I'll need a volunteer."

"Howa bout this guy!"

The girl in class pointed at a boy with glasses and a plad dress shirt. The boy gave a surprised but clueless expression as he didn't pay attention to what was going on.

"No no I need someone better mhmm..."

At that time I could see the future. I guess that's what I get for being next to a Jock huh.

"How about you guy?...you up for it?"

I know what I'm supposed to do at this moment witch is to kick his ass and show my field of dominance, but I should just try to talk to him and respectfully say...

"No"

The class was filled with reactions as if it was an insult. Almost immediately the teacher walked in with the principal whom seemed relaxed he had a five o clock shadow with a brown dress suit on. He was holding coffee and he looked at the class.

"I know why you guys are here and acting this way...you guys want your last homeroom teacher right?"

The class immediately made noise following what he said Miss Marilyn Mason. she was dress in a red women's suit with a red purse and matching high heels. She seemed like a good teacher for us or so I thought but that story is for later.

After my first day of school I felt completely drained but I know what'll get me back some energy... sweets. Yea I'm a junk food junkie. Everyday I go to this certain store it's called Kinney's. It sells all kinds of sweets and I've went there ever since I was 10 so the owner knows me. Once I got out of my sugar high I headed home. I felt dumb because by the time I left it was already nighttime. I walked down the sidewalk and strangely enough no one seemed to be in sight. All the stores where closed except for Kenny's? I looked back and Kenny's store was closed as well. I didn't know what was going on and I felt a little nervous but I kept walking. I heard the wind blow, it wasn't cold yet it gave me chills. I picked up the pace of my footsteps but stopped quickly. Something told me that if I turned around I would be dead. So I kept walking then stopped, i kept walking then stopped. The pace was faster each time until i noticed a difference. I walked an before taking my next step I stopped short of the ground an hear a footstep. I quickly ran as fast as I could. I only went went straight a turn could have killed me. "Keep moving" was all I could tell myself. I front of me was a neighborhood, but to my side were alleys with extremely climbable gates that restricted trespassers. I could easily climb them but the problem was getting there all I had to do was run. I bolted to the gate and as quickly as I got there I was cut off by one of my chasers.

"A girl?"

That day was the day I died.