Odessa pulled her tape player out of her bag and tried to get lost in her music as she walked home. The death of her favorite teacher was hitting her harder than she thought it would. Tears streamed down her face as she approached the doors of her house. She climbed the steps and took a deep breath, trying to hide the fact that she had been crying. Stephanie was already home and greeted her at the door. Her mascara still streaking down her face, this was not what Odessa had wanted to happen.
What's wrong?" Stephanie said with a gasp and a very concerned and saddened look. Another thing Odessa was not planning for happened; she threw her backpack onto the couch and completely broke down.
"My music teacher is dead! He was all I had at that school! What the fuck am I going to do with myself now? They won't hire another teacher by the time I graduate! He was my closest friend!" Stephanie walked over to her slowly and cradled her head in the crook of Odessa's neck to comfort her. Stephanie's methods of comfort always worked, even when it was something tragic. Odessa's breathing slowed and her heart rate decreased. Stephanie never had to say anything, just held her on the couch.
Lunch was almost over but she was thinking about just ditching the rest of the day. But she didn't have the luxury to do that; she had way too much work to do. Her free periods were the time she used to get most of her homework done so she didn't have to do anything at home. However right now, she was swamped with college work and current high school assignments she needed to complete. Getting up off the couch and sauntering over to the fridge to grab some lemonade and a muffin, she wiped her mascara away and sighed.
"I'll be fine eventually. But for right now, I'm touchy So if I yell at you, I'm apologizing ahead of time." Suddenly angry, she grabbed her backpack and stormed out slamming the door.
When she got home, she would definitely take some time to evaluate this strange book she found. She had just carried it around with her this whole time and hasn't even bothered to look at it. . . She was excessively curious and she knew it would get the best of her eventually.