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Chapter Five |
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| By Gaia333 | 2011-10-05 20:54:03 |
| Allison had been right about it being impossible to pretend no time had passed; her English class had moved through a few different books and had presented several projects. In her science class she had to make it through the awkward moment when the teacher needs to assign a lab partner because everyone else had chosen theirs last week. She was placed with two girls that were not interested in the assignment at all. As she struggled with the packet of lab material in a pathetic attempt to understand where the class was at and what she should be doing, the girls just leaned on the lab counter and spoke in low whispers about who went behind whose back. Every few minutes they would turn to look at her and watch her work with the equipment, offering no help or explanation on what she should be doing. The worst part was the teacher accepting her half completed packet with a look of pity. “Don’t worry about it,” he said as she shouldered her backpack and shuffled out the door with the rest of the class. At lunch her and Allison ate their sandwiches and drank their sodas on the lawn in the court yard as they had done a thousand times before. Dalia took notice of the silence and kept stealing glances at Allison. Her brows were slightly furrowed and her eyes were not looking at anything in this world, she seemed miles away. Her heart sank; Allison had good reasons not to feel like moving forward. Allison lived with her grandparents, she had looked to Dalia’s as if they were her own and when they died, Dalia had asked her to stay away. “Allison.” “Hm?” Allison’s eyes did not move. They stayed wherever they were, looking at something much better than what was left for her here. “I am sorry.” There was a long period of silence. Allison kept staring absently off into space and Dalia sat poised, ready for tears, shouting, anything. “For what Dalia?” Dalia took a deep breath. “For asking you to stay away. I was hurting, and I didn’t even think about how much you were hurting too.” Allison finally turned to look at Dalia, “I was hurt because I lost your parents too. But what hurt the most was that for two months it felt like my best friend died in that accident too.” Tears sprang up to Dalia’s eyes, “I can’t ever make that up to you can I?” “You can share your Cheetos,” Allison looked at her and smiled. Dalia felt laughter bubble up as she handed Allison the bag of Cheetos. ------- The rest of the day went by in a blur until her 4th class. The teacher put in DVD of a documentary on natural disasters. The class began slipping into a slumber as the lights were dimmed and the screen flashed dramatic images of volcanos and tornados. The narrator was an older man with shock white hair with a voice that could have sold thousands of hypnosis tapes. One by one the students began resting their heads on their desks. Some still watched the DVD, others closed their eyes and napped until the teacher swooped by and tapped their shoulders. Dalia watched as the documentary moved from scene to scene, her eyes began to get heavy and she could feel herself beginning to yawn. Then the images on the screen changed. As she opened her eyes to meet the screen, videos and pictures of tsunami’s roiling over villages flashed across the T.V. She could feel the panic begin to rise in her throat. There was so much water on the screen. So much water. Her breathing became difficult and she could no longer see her classmates. All she could see was the massive amounts of water churning over what used to be homes and bridges and roads. Her heart was racing, she tried to move her arms but she couldn’t. She was frozen in place, watching the water move swirl over the villages. She couldn’t even see the people running on the screen anymore, the water was all over. All over. Suddenly she could feel the water again. She could hear the sick metallic crunch and could feel the car rolling, and then she could feel the fall. The water was there again, she could feel her arms moving now, trying to unbuckle her seat belt. She the water was up to her chin in seconds. She was terrified. She couldn’t get out. There was so much water. There was a voice, it was very fuzzy, but she could just make out her name. “…..Dalia……Dalia…..” Her vision began to clear again; she could see the outline of shapes, of people. When she took in a breath, it was air. The water was not around her face anymore. The voices were becoming clearer. It sounded like Allison. “Dalia, oh my god Dalia are you ok?!” she could see more clearly now, she could see the students now. Some were standing and craning their necks to see her, others were sitting in their seats too shocked to do anything. She could see the teacher motioning and yelling for them to sit down, to back away and get back in their seats. She could see Allison’s face in front of hers; her eyes were wild with fear. She could feel a stinging sensation on her cheek. “Allison?” Her voice came out dry and cracked. She was so quiet she could barely hear herself. She could hear Allison breathe a sigh of relief. “yeah?” “…did you slap me?” Dalia touched her cheek tenderly. It stung to her touch. “You weren’t responding, I didn’t know what else to do…I’m sorry Dalia. Are you ok, do you know where you are?” Dalia could feel arms around her, moving her out of the room. “Allison?” “I’m right here Dalia, they are just moving you to the nurses office.” Dalia was becoming more aware of her surroundings. She was soaked. Her shirt clung to her, there was moisture running down her arms. She could hear some of the classmates as she was being guided out of the classroom. “—what even happened” “---that’s gross” “Is that sweat?!” “---what’s wrong with her?” “---why did she come back” “---what a freak” The voices were silenced as she the door shut behind them and she was guided to the nurse’s office. ----- After two hours of sitting in the nurses office resting and trying to pretend she was asleep while her aunt stormed around the school trying to find out what happened, Dalia actually began to feel a bit more revived. When her aunt was satisfied upon the schools statement on the incident, she “woke” Dalia up and told her it was time for them to go home. Dalia tried to ignore the stares, school was getting out and everyone was in the halls and outside. Her aunt refused to let go of her, she worried she would fall and have another “episode.” When they got to the truck Dalia buckled her seat belt across her lap and sunk down low in her seat so she didn’t have to look at all the faces they drove by. When they pulled into the driveway, her aunt helped guide her into the house. “I feel fine you know. I can walk.” Dalia snarled. “And I am sure you felt just fine before your episode too.” Dalia was silent. Lena had a point. After she was seated on the couch, Lena moved through the house like a mad-person, asking if she needed anything, and getting them anyway when she said no. Three hours later, two of which she spent on the phone with Allison convincing her she was not going to die soon, Lena finally took a break and sat next to Dalia. Dalia studied her aunt’s nervous posture that she was beginning to get very familiar with. “Oh you did not.” “Didn’t want Dalia?” Dalia narrowed her eyes with scrutiny at Lena. “You called grandmother.” Lena looked at Dalia with an odd expression on her face. Almost like she was considering lying to avoid this confrontation. After a short moment, Lena sighed. “Yes, I called your grandmother.” “She wants me to go to that school.” There was another long pause. “Yes. And after today darling, I do too.” Dalia sat for a moment, mulling things over in her head. If her aunt agreed with grandmother, there was no changing her fate. She fought the instinctual feeling of burning anger. She would have to leave Allison, leave this house, and live in a creepy school that nobody knows anything about except that it is for “gifted youth.” She hated the idea of being such a cliché. She looked at Lena. The dark circles under her eyes, the clothes she didn’t have time to be sure that matched. Her hair was in all sorts of odd angles and it had lost its shine. She couldn’t help but feel that she was causing stress in Lena’s life. “Why?” Lena scooted closer to Dalia and draped her arm across her shoulders. “I just think that this school will help you get a fresh start. Also, school is only a week into the session there; you won’t have to struggle as much to keep up. Your grades have always been great with this year being an exception. They will accept you in no time. Trust me, this school will help you.” “So because I had an episode of some sort, a different school is supposed to help? Don’t you want to just call a doctor or something?” Lena’s face went serious all of a sudden; she removed her arm from Dalia’s shoulder and stood to leave. Dalia looked up at her curiously. Lena began to walk towards the kitchen, when she reached the doorway; she stopped and turned to face Dalia. “Honey, you don’t need a doctor for this.” |
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