The Key Of Living

Meeting Them

The not so distant time

Helen's POV

I'm Helen Medhane, 16 years old and a normal teenage girl with a normal life, attending a normal school until a certain day.
It came so suddenly that I feared I would die of a heart attack.

That certain day

I was in school and like every school day, the famous girl group lead by Annabelle had to be mean bullies again.
Lucky for me that the school bell rang. I headed for my first class.
It was math.

Seriously.

Who the heck needs functions and parables in his life.
I didn't get it.
Well my next subject lightened my mood a bit.

Art class.

It was the only class in school I had in which I could feel free.
That sounded weird.
Well I meant with feeling free that I could let my inspirations run free.
It made me happy when the results would be something emotional and reflecting to my life.
Since I could think I was a fan of art, it didn't matter if it was art music or dances.
I must admit that I'm not a sporty person.

My stamina was really really bad.
I had failed many times with running.

Yeah ...

like I said ...

not the sporty type.
The teacher didn't understood.
I mean I wasn't the only one.

Rebbie was in a bad shape too.
And she got the understanding.
In my sport class were just sporty jerks.

I was an outsider, an outcast, a misfit. And you may have guessed I have no friends.
I had one best friend in elementary school and we went to the same high school after that and she was still in most of my classes.
But guess who her new best friend is.

Yep ...

Annabelle and her girly group.
Or Barbie group.
I was in deep thoughts as the bell rang again and it was lunch time.
Math, sports and art are already done, so that just leaves science.
I hated that subject too.
The teacher was like a pervert.
But not so worse like the sport teacher. He really is worse.

I jerked out of my thoughts again, but this time it was Annabelle's stupid and high crinched laughing.
I mean how can someone laugh like this?
And this loud?
Come on my ears are exploding any second.
And there they were.
The glaring daggers of death and disgust.
From the whole group: Annabelle, her disgusting pervert boyfriend and of course my old best friend from elementary school.

You can't imagine how I feel right now. Actually I feel like this every day even during the weekend.
And it didn't change in science.
30 minutes were already over when suddenly I felt a piercing pain on my back like it was burning.
And not only on my back.
My abdomen and my throat.
The ground beneath us started to shake.
Everyone screamed, I was still screaming.
But I didn't do it just because it was an earthquake.

No.

The pain was a factor too.

No one's POV

The ground started to shake and everyone screamed.
It last until the end.

"Ok everyone calm down now, it's over", the calming voice of a man in a wheelchair kids were running in hectic even if the man said to calm down.

"Charles?" Another man came around the corner.

"What is it Hank?"

"I have a strange feeling with the earthquake.
You should check out what was responsible for it."