I woke up in a dead still. I was in my room. But it almost felt wrong. It felt as if something had happened in my dream that had shaken my whole body.
I looked to my left and realized I had left my window wide open. In the middle of winter. Stupid. That was probably why I was shaking. It wouldn't have been as bad had I had a blanket on, but alas, someone had stolen it from me. I looked to my right to see the thief.
Regis. Stupid boy. I'd get him back for that.
I brushed off my annoyance for the time being and checked my clock. 7:00. The number was delightful to my eyes. I still had thirty minutes before the morning alarm was supposed to go off. At this point, though, I was too wired to go back to sleep.
The feeling I'd had when I woke up had freaked me out a bit. I shook my uneasiness away and got out of bed, careful not to disturb my well-resting bestie. I slipped into the bathroom and jumped into the shower, using my extra time to scheme my revenge on Sir Blanket Thief.
Twenty minutes later, I hopped out, satisfied with my plan. It was simple but definitely effective. I went into my room and unplugged my clock. I didn't want my alarm to beat me to the punch. With a sneaky grin, I walked to my closet to get dressed. The room was small, but it was easy to maneuver my body after years of practice.
After successfully pulling up my skirt, I was ready to come out. I closed the door behind me and spared a glance at my bed. My victim was still there, sound asleep. Good. The stairs creaked lightly as I made my way toward the kitchen.
The pots in my hand were at the ready. I easily snuck back into my room and looked at my bed, but much to my dismay, it was empty. I huffed in disappointment.
Caught, like always.
"What woke you up this time?"
A smug voice behind me replied with, "By the way you practically stomped down the stairs, anyone would be wide awake and at the ready you dork."
Shoot.
"And here I thought I was being quiet."
"Gotta get up earlier in the morning to get me, hon."
I turned to see my best friend looking down at me with a pitiful expression. The jerk was even ready already! The blondie was dressed in a plain blue t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans.
"Regis no! I can see your dick in those pants!"
Regis snickered, "Exactly, I want the masses to know what they're missing out on."
"Disgusting. I hope you know I won't be looking at you for the rest of the day."
"Oh, how will I manage? Woe is me! Oh, Cassie how will I live on without your beautiful eyes gracing my mega hot bod? Please, just end me now!"
I freed one hand and slapped him on the back of his head, receiving a satisfying ow in response.
"Now come, on or we'll be late."
The drive to school was familiar and boring. The only thing keeping me remotely entertained was the radio, which was being hogged by the driver, Regis. I didn't dare change it from the lame classical music that was playing though; last time I even attempted to have my way, he intentionally almost crashed and killed us. It put the thought of having my way out the window ever again.
It wasn't always like that though, which was good. The two of us usually listened to our local indie station. Regis only listened to classical when he needed focus, which was every trip to school. He always completely zoned out on our way to school every day, but I didn't mind much; I just used the time to get some extra rest.
I opened my eyes as I felt the familiarity of the car parking. Regis looked over to me, smiled and said, "Get 'outta my car you whorizontal lion!"
I rolled my eyes and smiled. My bestie was back to reality. I hopped out of the car and picked up my bag, slinging it over my shoulder. Regis met me at the front of the car and put his arm around me guiding me toward the door.
As we made our way to the senior class locker bay, I felt something. It was odd and caused a dull thumping ache in my head. I felt Regis tense up slightly against me. Looking up, I saw his expression darken slightly.
"Let's just get to class today, Cas."
I was confused, but at that moment I heard the warning bell. It was 8:17. We only had three minutes before class. I grabbed Regis's hand, unwrapping it from around my body and dragged him to our first class. As we left the lockers, the aching in my head quickly faded.
Normally, I wouldn't be so much of a stickler for punctuality- especially for gym class- but this was a special day. We were doing archery. I loved archery.
I was a fantastic archer, or, so I told myself. That wasn't really true though. I was average at best, but I didn't mind, as long as I got to shoot an arrow. Ten points or two, I was having fun. Regis, on the other hand, didn't like archery at all. His sport of choice was wrestling, which I didn't really ever understand.
After hearing Regis complain for an hour straight, gym class was over. With that came my his and my parting of ways. We had an unfortunate two classes throughout the day, not even lunch together. It was like the school was trying to separate us.
"Bye Sweetie! Hide your kids!" I called out.
"See you later, Babe! Don't talk to strangers!" he yelled before turning into his classroom. I turned as well and started on to my class. I nagged myself about walking Regis all the way to his own class; now I was going to be late to math. I was already failing, too. I ran the rest of the way, narrowly avoiding dropping all of my stuff.
My foot passed the classroom threshold as the bell went off. I glanced up to catch my teacher giving me a disapproving look. I shrugged and walked over to the seat next to my friend Ramona. She extended her right hand and dropped a piece of paper onto my desk.
"Did you do the homework?" Shoot. I'd completely forgotten about that. I gave Ramona a panicked look, and she gestured to turn the paper around.
"Page 327, numbers 3-15 odd. Good luck". I gave her a small look of frustration and put the paper into my pocket. I heard the teacher as he told us to pass our papers up to the front. Thankfully, that meant I wouldn't have to come up with any excuses.
After homework was turned in, Mr. Walson started with his lecture sounding like a suicidal Muppet. I almost immediately dozed off.
The ringing of the bell was the next thing I remembered. I got up from my desk and picked up my untouched bookbag, looking away from the teacher's direction. It didn't stop the burn of disappointment I felt being glared into my back. I shook that off and scurried on to my third class.
English was fun that day. The bell rang, and the teacher, Knutson, arose from her seat and dove straight into a project announcement, handing out papers as she meandered through the class.
"Alright, kiddos! Starting today we start a new project! For the entire month of December, you will be recreating works of literature.
"'How will I do that', you ask? Well, you'll be working with partners to make a short film! I will assign you and three other people from the entire grade together tomorrow. For now, brainstorm ideas of what piece of literature you would like to act out. Remember, it can be anything on this list! Now, get going!"
After Knutson's explanation was over, I plugged in my headphones and spent the last twenty minutes of class considering the list of stories, mulling over what piece my group could potentially do. The possibilities all had so much potential. We could do a project on The Iliad, Beowulf, The Aneid, even Journey to the West would be fun too. I sat in deep thought until we were summoned to change classes.
As I walked into my chemistry class, the pounding in my head from the morning had started coming back. It was obnoxious and I didn't understand it. I didn't get headaches. At least, not anymore. When I was a child they'd run rampant in my head. It would happen whenever I tried to remember my past, almost mocking me to a degree. But that had stopped when I started taking my meds.
So what was making this headache sensation pop up?
I shook it off and trudged into my final class for the day. But the pain got worse. And it got worse after that. It had gotten so bad that I almost didn't hear it when the teacher mentioned a new student that would be joining the class.
At one point, the pain had become so excruciating that I just got up and left the room. I didn't care that I could hear the teacher yelling for me to come back. I had to go lay down.
As I started heading to my Nap Nook, as I called it, the ice pic feeling simmered back down to a minor thumping. That, I could deal with for the time being. I sent Regis a quick message letting him know where I was.
He arrived not even a minute later, my backpack and his slung over each shoulder.
"Hey girl, let's head outtie." A stunning idea. I got up and started walking, letting him continue to carry my stuff. He gave me a look, but let it go, knowing that today had been a stressful one, since I'd had to make an escape mid-class.
Once out of the school, we hopped back into his car and started heading home.