• Chapter 3

    As the day went on, things only got weirder.
    In second period pre-calculus, I could have
    sworn I had the answer wrong, but the teacher
    accepted it anyway.
    After that, in third period chemistry, I got to
    choose my lab partner while the rest of the class’
    partners were chosen for them. Of course, I
    picked the smartest kid in class.
    For P.E., the gym teacher let me sit out of my
    most hated sport, basketball. The whole class, I
    was able to sit on the sideline and watch all the
    students run back and forth. Nobody seemed to
    notice me, not even my best friend, Clarence (who
    would have probably glared at me the whole
    period in a situation like this) as if my incredible
    stroke of luck was an everyday occurrence.
    Finally, when lunch started, I was so
    overjoyed to see Peter again. We met up at the
    usual place and I told him the whole story of how
    the day had gone. Well, almost the whole story; I
    didn’t tell him about Chris.
    He laughed. “Well, you’re definitely having
    an awesome day today! Good for you!”
    I frowned. “Don’t you find it odd that so
    many good things happened to me lately?”
    “No, I don’t. Some days turn out better than
    others,” he said, smiling into his peanut butter and
    jelly sandwich.
    I watched him in frustration as he gobbled
    down his first sandwich. He took another and
    practically inhaled it, taking him only about 30
    seconds to finish. I looked down at his lunchbox
    and snorted. “ How do boys eat so much food?” I
    asked, staring at the overflowing food.
    Peter just laughed.
    Finally, when lunch was over, I left Peter to
    his senior friends. I quickly made my way to sixth
    period before I could have a second tardy in just
    that day alone. No doubt Peter would be late, but
    he never really cared much for school.
    Eighth period was English, the class I had
    been dreading practically the whole day. My final
    paper was due and I had to present my report in
    front of the whole class, not to mention my
    subject was terrible.
    The teacher had given each of us a character
    from the Odyssey and told us to make a report on
    how that character played a part in the main
    storyline.
    I got one of the worst characters. She gave
    me Odysseus’s old dog who died in the end. He
    probably did tie in somehow, but I couldn’t think
    of anything at the time, so I just put random
    nonsense and tried my best to make it sound
    remotely logical. I don’t think I succeeded,
    though.
    When the teacher called me up to present my
    project, I was shaking all over. My palms were
    sweaty and I felt the blood rush to my face.
    “Carmen…are you presenting today or not?”
    asked Mrs. Floude, staring at me with piercing
    eyes.
    I scooted my chair away from my desk and
    rushed to the front of the room. “Um…yes,
    Ma’am,” I said quietly.
    As the presentation went on, I watched in
    awe as the students stopped writing on their desks,
    looked away from the ceiling, and quite their
    discussions with one another and watched
    intently.
    Finally, when my presentation was over, the
    class cheered. The teacher laughed and said, “Well
    done, Carmen! Well done, indeed!”
    I just stared at them, totally and completely
    dumbfounded. I walked back to my seat and sat
    down. I think I had gone into shock.
    After a minute, the class stopped clapping
    and I sighed in relief. I had always hated attention.
    Then, the bell rang and I started to rush out
    the door in a hurry, but I heard Mrs. Floude call,
    “Hm, wait Ms. Black!” from behind me.
    I turned around slowly and sighed in
    frustration.
    Mrs. Floude smiled and said, “That
    presentation was brilliant! Just brilliant! I’ve
    never seen the likes before! I have to know; how
    did you do it?”
    I sighed again and said exasperatedly, “ I
    don’t know, Mrs. Floude. I don’t know.” I turned
    my back to her, walked out the door into the thick
    throng of people, and left Mrs. Floude beaming in
    her classroom.

    Chapter 4

    I went to the bathroom and sat there for a
    while. As the bell rang again, I stayed in the stall.
    No doubt the teacher would forgive me for my
    absence anyway. I cleared my head and allowed
    my mind to wander. As my thoughts became more
    and more like a fantasy story, I sighed and came
    back to reality. I had to leave; get away from this
    deluded place. I forged a plan of escape, and
    decided to let Peter in on my plot. I couldn’t just
    leave him while I take off without warning. I
    know he’d be incredibly worried, although most
    of the time he acts the way he acts makes it seem
    like he wouldn’t be worried at all in a situation
    like this.
    So I left the stall and moped out of the
    bathroom. I walked down the hall slowly, taking
    as much time as possible.
    I climbed up to the second floor where the
    upperclassmen classrooms were and made my
    way to the end of the hall. As I walked by the
    classes, the teachers would look at me, but do
    nothing about my roaming the halls.
    Finally, I made it to Peter’s 9th period class,
    Government. Amazingly, Peter hadn’t skipped this
    period, like he usually did. He was sitting at his
    desk in the back of the room, talking to his friend,
    Alex. Mr. Garcia was at the front and was
    teaching something that I didn’t care to listen for.
    I was patiently waiting for him to notice me
    standing in the doorway. Some of seniors started
    to notice, but Mr. Garcia wouldn’t look my
    direction. I leaned against the doorway and
    cleared my throat.
    Mr. Garcia whipped around in surprise. For a
    second, I nearly laughed at his humorous
    expression.
    His eyes bugged out, high eyebrows creasing
    his forehead, and mouth forming the shape of and
    “O”. But he quickly contorted his face into his
    usual blank expression. “May I help you, Ms.
    Black?”
    I stepped into the room, looking around at the
    bland painted walls and annoyed stares of
    disapproval. I began to nervously twiddle my
    fingers. “Uh, y-yes, sir. Could I please see my
    brother for a moment?”
    I took a quick glance at Peter, who had
    stopped conversing with Alex, and was staring in
    confusion. I looked back to Mr. Garcia, and saw-
    with utter surprise- him smiling back.
    “Well, of course you can! Oh, and I might
    add, you look lovely today,” he said.
    I opened my mouth and said uncertainly,
    “O…kay?”
    He looked to the back of the room, where
    Peter was sitting openmouthed- apparently, I was
    right, and Mr. Garcia never did act like this- and
    frowned. “Peter! Come here this instant! Your
    sister,” looks over at me and smiles, “needs to talk
    to you.”
    At this, Peter looked more comfortable. He
    was more used to the teacher yelling than acting
    nicely. He looked at me questioningly, as if to as
    ‘What’s this about?’, but quickly looked back at
    Mr. Garcia and smiled. He said sarcastically, “Yes,
    sir!” and rose from his desk. He exchanged
    glances with Alex and shrugged. Peter hurried
    past Mr. Garcia and was out the door before he
    could say another word. I quickly walked out
    behind him, not waiting for any other
    compliments from the teacher.
    I followed Peter to the end of the hallway
    where nobody could hear our conversation,
    though when Peter finally spoke, his voice was so
    soft, it was barely audible.
    He asked, “Why are you not in class?”
    Then, he turned around and I saw an
    expression I had never seen him wear, even when
    he was a little kid. It was an expression of…pain?
    I looked down at my feet and said, “Well, I
    think we should leave. Like now.”
    From what I could see of him, he stiffened.
    “Why?”
    I frowned. “Because all these strange things
    that have been happening to me! Every single
    time I am seen by anybody, they give me
    compliments and every time I do anything wrong,
    they don’t care! I just got an A+ for a presentation
    on a dog, Peter! A dog! I think we should leave
    because it’s all starting to creep me out!”
    Peter chuckled and I looked at his face. To
    my relief, his features were completely relaxed
    once again. I frowned. Seeing my expression, he
    said, “Thank God! I thought you were turning into
    a good-for-nothing. I thought you were turning
    into a person just like me.”
    Although he kept a smile on his face, I could
    plainly see the pain inside his eyes.
    Before I could say anything, Peter raised his
    hand and stopped me from going on. “Don’t say
    anything.”
    Then he laughed again. “Back to the point.
    You really took me out of class just so we could
    leave because of some stroke of good luck?
    Seriously, Carmen!”
    Completely forgetting the discussions of the
    past few minutes, I frowned. “This is no random
    stroke of good luck, okay? There is something
    wrong here! Nobody-and I mean nobody- has this
    much good luck in one day! It’s unnatural! There
    is no way this can just be a coincidence! How do
    you suppose all these things that I never thought
    possible would happen all in one day? How did I
    not get in trouble when I was late? How’d I get to
    sit out of P.E.? Huh? Tell me! How’d I get an A+
    on the worst project and presentation of my life?
    It just can’t happen! I don’t know how or why this
    is happening, but I just can’t take it anymore! The
    next thing you know, I’ll be accidentally saving
    the world from a rouge space comet!”
    Peter looked off into the distance, as if in a
    train of thought and said, “I don’t know. That does
    sound pretty cool.”
    I punched him on the arm. “Peter!”
    Finally, after a minute of laughing, he stopped
    and asked, “Do you really find this to be such a
    big deal?”
    I sighed. “Has anything I said in the last five
    minutes reached your brain yet? Yes, I find this to
    be such a big deal! I’m guessing you don’t.” I
    looked down.
    Peter sighed and I looked up to see the lines
    of stress forming on his face. “Carmen, look.
    I’d like to believe you…I really would, but-”
    “Then why don’t you? Why won’t you
    believe in me?!” I nearly shouted. I looked into
    his eyes and with all the will I could muster, I
    forced him to hear out my last words.
    He stared into my eyes intently, and the stress
    on his face turned to pain again and then, finally-
    after what seemed like forever- he relaxed. He
    closed his eyes and covered his face with his
    hand. He sighed and said, “Fine.” He opened his
    eyes and I saw the usual flame of determination
    burning throughout; the will to protect me at all
    ]costs. “If this is really bothering you, then we’ll
    leave.”
    I smiled and hugged him until he begged for
    mercy.
    “Perfect! You having a family reunion?”
    asked a voice that everyone in the school feared.
    The voice that annoyed me so much because of
    her cruel antics.
    We turned around and saw Amanda Riles, the
    worst and cruelest bully in the whole school.
    I started forward, but Peter held me back.
    “I’ll handle this,” he said through clenched
    teeth.
    Peter was the kindest person I had ever
    known. He always loved to help anybody in
    trouble. He always wanted to help my mom
    around the house on the days when she was too
    sick to get out of bed. He made it a hobby to help
    the more unfortunate people.
    And he didn’t hate anybody or anything. Not
    when they made fun of him in the third grade for
    not being able to afford his own reading books for
    school. Not when his teachers gave him detention
    for something he didn’t do. Not even when he was
    rejected from every school club because of his
    social standing.
    But if there was something in the world that
    he despised, it was a person who hurt others for
    their own benefit.
    A person like Amanda Riles.
    With pure hatred gleaming in his eyes, he
    stepped up to Amanda and spat, “ What do you
    want?”
    She smiled, but her expression was odd. She
    said, “Hello, Carmen Black’s brother! You look
    very nice today!” and giggled.
    We both gasped and I finally realized what
    was so odd about her smile. It was a smile of joy
    and happiness, a genuine smile, a sign of the
    kindness deep, deep inside her soul. I had never
    seen anything like this before. The only time she
    was smiling was when she was wearing a sneer
    while watching other people’s distress.
    Now, Peter- nearly in shock- closed his
    mouth and asked, “Is this a joke? I’m not buying
    it, Riles.”
    Amanda frowned in sincere bewilderment. “A
    joke? Why would I ever do such a thing to
    Carmen Black’s brother?” she shuddered as if she
    found the very thought unthinkable.
    Peter frowned and glanced back at me with
    confusion. One question came to mind.
    Is she joking or is she just a complete lunatic?
    I shrugged, not caring less anymore as long
    as she continued being nice to us. I think Peter
    was finally starting to understand. As he opened
    his mouth to talk, Amanda swept past him and in
    an instant, was standing in front of me. I stepped
    back as she smiled and said, “Do you need any
    help, Carmen Black? Can I help you with
    anything? Say the word, and I’ll do it.”
    I just stared. Here she was, the meanest bully
    in all of Coren and she was asking me if I needed
    any help?
    Yes, I am definitely dreaming.
    I continued to stare as Amanda went on.
    “I know this may seem odd. I’ve treated you
    terribly for a long time now. I’d just like to make
    amends with you.” Then, she saw my face and
    must have taken my stunned expression for an
    expression of horror because she looked down and
    stuttered, “I-if that’s alright with you, that is.”
    I blinked and asked quietly, “What did you
    just say?”
    She frowned and started, “I know this may
    seem-”
    “I know what you said. But…why?”
    “Like I said before. I’ve been so mean for
    you for this many years, so I’d like to
    apologized.”
    I considered this for a moment and thought of
    all the evil things I could tell her to do, and based
    off her expression, I believed she would do them.
    I could have told her to jump off a bridge, if I
    really wanted to. But I didn’t.
    I sighed. “Here is what you can do. You can
    never be mean to another person again and…you
    can leave us alone.
    She nodded, then scampered off in the other
    direction. We watched her back until she turned
    the corner.
    Then, I sighed a big sigh of relief and turned
    to face Peter.
    He was staring at me in confusion. In his
    eyes, I could see a slight glimmer of pain, but it
    disappeared as he asked, “How did you do that?”
    I shrugged.
    Finally, he frowned and said, “Can we leave
    now? I’m starting to think that you really are
    unnaturally lucky.”
    I laughed and said, “Told you so!” as I turned
    away and started walking towards the front of the
    building.
    Finally, we reached the front doors and
    walked outside.
    I stared in awe.
    At first, I thought it was raining, but as I
    looked at the ground, I saw some white fluff
    accumulating.
    Snow.
    In South Wyoming.
    At the beginning of Summer.
    I looked at Peter and smiled as he rolled his
    eyes.
    I absolutely love snow. It’s my favorite object
    in the world. I never really minded the cold that
    much.
    I ran into it and watched as the flakes drifted
    down from the brilliant, white sky. I fell back into
    a pile of it and lay there breathing in the sweet air
    and felt the cool specks accumulate on my face.
    When I finally opened my eyes, Peter was
    standing over me. Speckles of snow glistened in
    his hair and on his eyelashes. He said quietly, as if
    to not disturb the tranquility of the snow, “Come
    on, Carmen. We better get going.”
    I rolled over. “Go where? If we go home,
    mom will yell at us and we can’t stress her out
    more than she already is. So where would we
    go?”
    Peter smiled. “The diner, of course!”
    I laughed. “Fine, fine! You win, I’m coming.”
    I followed him as we walked a couple of
    miles to the Red Wagon Diner. It took us about 45
    minutes to get there. We stepped through the large
    double doors and walked up to the desk. At the
    counter, Grace was greeting a young couple. She
    had dark brown hair and eyes. Her smile revealed
    brilliant white teeth.
    After the couple were seated, Grace finally
    noticed us and said, “Hey, guys!”
    I smiled. “Hi, Grace. You think you could
    find us a seat?”
    She smiled. “Sure thing, Carmen! Table for
    two comin’ up!”
    She led us to a small room with a few people.
    On one side, there was an old man drinking some
    coffee and a family of three eating dinner. On the
    other side, there was the couple from before and
    Derek.
    …Derek?
    Derek was sitting in a booth, with his jeans,
    favorite blue shirt, and his old converse. He had
    shining, long blond hair and emerald green eyes.
    He was slightly short for his age of 17. I’ve
    known him only for a couple years and he’s been
    my boyfriend for only a couple of weeks.
    Peter said, “I think I’ll leave you two alone.
    Don’t be home too late, okay?”
    I nodded and walked over to Derek. He didn’t
    notice me until I tapped his shoulder.
    He turned around and smiled. “Hey, Carmen!
    You’re early.”
    I blinked. “Early? Early for what?”
    He frowned.
    Finally, I remember. I sighed.
    “Sorry, Derek. I forgot about our date again.
    Well, at least I’m here!”
    He frowned, but signaled for me to sit with
    him.
    I sat across from him and said, “I really am
    sorry about forgetting. You know I am. Please
    don’t take it personally. I love you.”
    He smiled and that was enough to reassure
    me that it was fine with him, but he said anyway,
    “That’s okay, Carmen. I will never be angry at
    you! I love you, too.”
    I tried to hide my smile by holding the menu
    in front of my face, but when I looked at him, he
    was also looking at the menu.
    “So what are you thinking of getting?” I
    asked.
    He shrugged. “I don’t know… I guess I’ll get
    a cheeseburger. You?”
    “I’ll get the same.”
    He smiled and we looked into each others’
    eyes. I was soaring through a see of dark green. It
    felt like I was floating on nothingness.
    For a minute or so, there were no worries in my
    life. No difficult family. No dysfunctional high
    school. No anything. Just Derek and me. Only
    Derek and me. I wanted to stay. I wanted to have
    no worries. I wanted to stay in my own fortress of
    solitude. I wanted to keep on floating forever into
    the depths of Derek’s soul.
    But, suddenly, my fantasy was ripped to
    shreds by Jordan, one of the waiters.
    “Hello? Earth to Carmen,” he said.
    I frowned. “What?!”
    He seemed taken aback. “What do you want
    to eat?”
    I smiled. “Uh, what he had.”
    Jordan bustled away, still clearly infuriated
    with my response.
    “Are you okay, Carmen?” asked Derek with a
    look of concern.
    I frowned. “Yeah. Why?”
    He looked down. “Oh, no reason, really. You
    just seem a little out of it today.”
    I also looked down. “Oh.”
    When I looked up again, I saw him staring at
    me.
    “What ?” I asked.
    He smiled. “Your eyes are really beautiful. I
    don’t like it when I can’t see them.”
    I smiled. “Aw, Derek! Thanks! I lover you so
    much.”
    He laughed. “I know.”
    I frowned and punched his shoulder.
    We laughed together until our food came out
    and I found I had ordered a cheeseburger with
    everything on it and french fries. “Ew!” I said as I
    separated the burger from the fries and put it on a
    napkin. I hated anything other than just cheese,
    meat, and bread on my burgers.
    Derek laughed. “I probably should have told
    you that you had ordered such a ‘nasty’ dinner.”
    I scowled.
    For a couple of minutes, we ate in silence.
    Then, Derek asked, “So, how has your day been?”
    I frowned. “Don’t ask. It was really confusing
    and messed up.”
    “How so?” he asked and leaned forward so
    his face was mere inches away from mine.
    I gave him a warning look, but said,
    “Everything went my way today. And I mean
    everything. It was like the luckiest day anyone has
    ever had.”
    He blinked in confusion. “What’s so terrible
    about that?”
    I sighed and looked down. “You don’t
    understand. It was just weird. Overly weird. Kind
    of scary, actually.”
    He leaned back and started eating again. He
    was nearly finished. “Nonsense.”
    I looked up and narrowed my eyes.
    “Nonsense?”
    He stared. “Yes, nonsense. Complete and
    utter nonsense. If I were you, I’d call that a very
    awesome day.”
    I stood up. Everyone in the room was staring,
    but I didn’t care. “Well, if you don’t believe me, I
    might as well leave!”
    He stood quickly and said, “Sorry, baby! I
    believe you! Please come back!”
    I sighed and sat back down again.
    He closed his eyes. “Come on, Carmen, let’s
    go take a walk.”
    I frowned, but followed as he paid, then
    walked out the diner and into the snow. I followed
    him all the way to the park. Finally, he said, “Do
    you remember our first date?”
    We walked through the thin snow and down a
    scenic path surrounded by beautiful, glistening,
    snow covered trees. I thought. “Yes. You brought
    me here. On that bench was the first time you said
    that you loved me.”
    I smiled.
    He was smiling ,too, as he asked. “So you
    said that you were getting your way all day,
    right?”
    I frowned. “Yes. Why?”
    He said, “Well, I should give you your way,
    too.”
    And he kissed me.
    He bent down as I looked up into his eyes and
    kissed me.
    It seemed to last for years and it was the
    greatest thing I had ever felt in my life. A spark of
    electricity illuminated my soul with life and spirit.
    The spark ran down my spine and through my
    body as were being shocked with electricity.
    A connection formed between he and I and
    for the first time in my life, I felt a strong
    interconnection within me.
    What seemed like hours turned to days and
    what seemed like days turned to weeks as we
    finally released and the connection was lost. It left
    me grasping for the light that had just
    disappeared.
    My body was shaking all over, but it wasn’t
    from the cold. As I opened my eyes, I saw a
    brilliant light and happiness fade from Derek’s
    eyes.