Immortal Creatures

My eye lids flopped open as I heard the thudding noises of my uncles knuckles tapping the inner-side of my bedroom doorway. "Hey bub, you're going to be late for your first day of school. I'll take you while I'm on my way to work."

I stretched my arms above my wild animal fur, which covered partially over my right side of my sight. I began to drag my body to the edge of the bed; still rubbing my eyes to get rid of the sleep debris. I looked at the dismantled numeric clock that spelled out lou. Trying to translate to unknown numeric language, I figured it was already 8:00 a.m. I shook my head while waving him on that he didn't have to take me. "I'll walk."

Pushing his back to the entry way with his arms crossed in front of his chest he glared humorously at me. "You serious think I'm going to let you go after all that has happened, yeah, right get dressed gillie."

I flopped back harshly onto the feathered mattress. As I rolled my eyes to aim my sight to the balcony window, I can hear my uncle stretch out comment as he walked down the stairway. "You got fifteen minutes, and I'll use it wisely if you want to get some girl work done on your face and hair."

A small grin was drawn onto the corners of my lips as I continued to stare in the sunlit background. I rose up and got up looking at my floor to notice that most of my belongings was back where it was when I moved everything in. One of my guardians must have came in the room while I was asleep to make sure I wake up to a positive environment. The same grin that was caused by my dear uncle was still glued as I looked around my back to normal room. As I turned around to grab my new backpack that lied lazily onto the nightstand, I saw my mother's diary hanging for dear life on the edge of the bed. I unzipped the smallest compartment of my bag and placed the old tattered book into the slot. Everything was already in the bag for my first day of school so I wouldn't have to rush or forget about anything. I went straight to my closest to search form my first day of school outfit. I decided to wear purposely bleached torn blue jeans, and a black tank top with a open buttoned blue and gray sweater. Almost close to my time limit of getting ready, I finally finish the rest of my hair as I struggled to put the small baby hairs in a pony tail with with rest. My feet trailed down the stairs to see my aunt and uncle talking as if they were problem-solving together over an issue.

"You ready Unc?"

My aunt quickly switched her expression from worried to amused as she played off like nothing was to be seen. "How are you feeling Mona?"

I shrugged my shoulders as I grabbed an apple in the fruit bowl. "Great I guess, why wouldn't I be?"

I guess I probably made her worry a lot more since I just acted like a robot in front of her. Of course I was traumatized from what happened last night to that girl, but my aunt did indeed worry too much when it came to my well-being. Mom was right to leave me with someone who cares a lot for me. I grasped my uncles keys while waking out the door without another word. My aunt kissed my uncle on the cheek before we both reached to the beginning of the house heading out to the car. I twirled the keys around my index finger as I bite into the mid of the apple. I can feel the juices drip from the corners of my mouth as I continuously took a bite. My uncle swiftly grabbed the
keys to see my blank expression.

"Oh come on, at least let me drive to my first day of school."

He chuckled hearty as he hopped into the drivers side, "maybe some other time squirt."

I rolled my eyes as I continued to eat my last visible skin of the blood red apple and hopped into the passenger side. It felt like my uncle was in a rush because usually he'll talk my hears off on the ride to anywhere. He was too focus on the road to hurry up and take me to my required destination to get to his. As he reached to the front of the school building, I hopped out of the car. We both waved goodbye to each other, then went our separate ways. As soon as I turned around to face the busy crowd, all I saw was mourning faces. I sighed to myself as I continued to reach to the giant educational doors. While I thought that walking to the entrance was bad, the hallways were even worse. Girls were crying on another girls or guys shoulder, while guys were punching lockers. For the sounds of what Wesley told me, she wasn't really a popular girl, but I guess you have to die to be a level higher than everyone. I felt like I was the only one not in mourning of the deceased girl, but why should I? I never even met the girl which doesn't make sense why most likely 50 percent of the students are. It was so bad in the school that even students had to go to the office to see a guidance counselor for some consoling.

I couldn't take more of the sickening theme so I rushed myself to put my things in my locker and gather the items for my first three classes. Surely as I thought I was going to make it there without interruptions, Wesley pops up behind me. I can see that her nose was redden from the rough tissues she had used over and over. Her eyes were puffy as well; so bad that it looked like she could barely see. The worst of the situation was that she was in my classes which means I was going to be the designated shoulder for her to cry on. As expected she planted her face onto my clean sweater and let out a baby like sob. I cautiously patted her back and led her to our first class. I might not
be into this fake mourning of someone I don't know, but no matter what I'm there for my friends through the worse to come. Even if my sweater is drenched in snot and tears. First class was suppose to be my sanctuary, but right in the middle of it, the announcements ordered all students to head to the gym for a memorial for the students who had died within the past year. I didn't know what to think when I heard ten students names on the intercom. Also all the dates of their deaths were withing two months. It didn't sound right to my ears as we all marched to the excessive gym space. Layton was near the entrance searching through the gyms doors. Rushing towards Wesley and me, I noticed who he was looking for was us.

He grabbed Wesley to give her a bear hug which didn't do nothing, but make her sobbing worse. Wesley went to look for us a place to sit when Layton came to me to give me a hug as well. "Don't, please for the sake
of all, don't." I placed my hand onto his muscular chest to send out a rejection.

"Too much?" He questioned the rejection.

"Yeah." I replied back.

We all sat down in the middle row of the bleachers and watched the memorial film that holograph onto the tan bricked wall. Sad music drifted throughout the gym, hitting each and every teen with emotions instead me. Another person I've noticed that didn't get affected by this mournful day was Layton. He sat still like as if he was a stone gargoyle. His eyes moved, but his body never shifted to the side. Even when Wesley lied her head onto his shoulder, he still never reacted. I look across the gym to look at the opposite side of students face us. Crying was a disease everywhere on that side and another person that wasn't affected by it was Alex. I noticed Alex in the middle of the crowd of sobbing teenagers. He was the only one that looked as still as Layton was. It made sense when I started to connect their eye sights together; sure enough they were glaring hatefully into each others souls. I shoved Layton enough to break him out of his staring contest. He looked at me with widen eyes to think that he missed important information that he had missed.

"I'm sorry Mona did you say something?"

"Will you stop it already?" I crossed my arms while puffing out smoke.

"What you mean?" He said as he fused his eyebrows together still looking at me with puppy dog eyes.

"That, that childish feud that you and Alex have against each other. It gets annoying watching you guys thrash at each others throats all the time. Why can't you two just get along"

He squinted at me with distaste of what I had to say. "Because our different ways of living doesn't exist in the category of being friends. We will be nothing more than enemies."

"What are you taking about?" I slowly reached closer to his face.

"Nothing Mona just stay away from him then you wouldn't have to deal with this problem."

The ceremony lasted for two periods and instead of continuing school, they had let all students go home to their families. A curfew was brought out to all residents that lived in this
town for our safety. Even police officers scheduled days to come to our homes which included me. Mines was two nights away which gives me more to think about the event I had to witness of the girls death. Layton walked Wesley and I out to the parking lot of the school grounds to make sure we had rides. Wesley of course had a car and Layton had a motorcycle. Wesley offered me a ride, but I rejected her claiming that my aunt or uncle will pick me up. Layton didn't want to believe that statement and offered me to hop on his bike with him.I still continued to refuse and watched him drive away leaving clouds of smoke. I knew he could see the lies inside my eyes which I noticed by the way he stalled before heading home. The truth was, I wanted to have some time to myself. I wanted to be alone to think, not to hear someone have something negative to say to bring down my day. Unfortunately, I'm going to have to relive that moment when the cops come by to interview me, but for now I want to forget about it. As I'm walking down to the ed of the open space of visibility, I see the cluttered greens of trees that has a path that leads to my house. Hesitantly I started to seep my way into the deep forestry.