Seven: Mom?

I sighed, and laid my head on my desk. It was almost the end of the day. I watched the clock, begging it to move faster. It refused.

I looked down at my finished worksheet. It was math. Full of measuring and all of that stuff I'll never use again. Ever heard of Pythagoreans Theorem? It's boring. Lots of triangles.

I pulled out my phone to check if all of my calculations were correct. Most of them were, except for one. How did I get 300? Why did I even think that would work? I dunno.

I began doodling on the edge of my paper. Lots of squiggles and weird monsters. They were tiny, but still, why a five legged whale?

Kids chatted, working out answers and discussing their after school activities and what not. I wasn't interested in what anyone had to say. I was drained completely of energy.

I had to do that stupid thing every new kid had to do, and stand in front of the class and talk about myself. It was aggravating. I was here to get in, get an education, get out, and go on my merry way. Not make a classroom full of people my new buddies. I had to repeat this to like, ninety million different teachers.

Okay, not ninety million, but you know what I mean.

The teacher had caught me up on what everyone else was doing. It sounded boring, with an extra side of pain and tears. I didn't want to be here. I wanted to go home and...

I pushed the memories away. I told this to myself almost every day. It didn't help.

I glanced out the window. It was grey, and rainy. I didn't mind. I wasn't going to melt, but it was still slightly inconvenient. I had to get home without any protection other than an old hoodie. And a bag of books. Yes. So helpful.

Tripp had slept through the entire day. I would occasionally hear him mutter complaints about how loud it was, but he grew silent eventually, and thankfully. His whining had been really getting on my nerves.

I saw a small murder of crows. Yes, that's actually what you call a group of crows. I don't know who called it that, but apparently they were into homicide.

I watched them peck at the ground, picking up twigs and dropping them. The droplets of water slid down from their dark feathers. Their eyes were almost as dark.

I saw that one of them had found an old pen. It nibbled and clawed at it. I watching in slight fascination. They were strange animals, but I was also a strange animal, so I wasn't really one to judge.

I jumped when my phone gave off a small ring. The room fell silent, and everyone looked at me.

I flushed slightly at the amount of attention I had. The teacher had left the room, to probably go take care of some business.

... I thought to myself.

My thoughts were cut off when I saw the caller. It was the police. 

I slowly picked it up, seeing everyone tense around me. If the teacher saw, I was dead meat, but it was the actual authorities. Who pick up.

"Bonjour, is this (Y/n) (L/n)?" The voice asked. It was male.

"Oui." I said.

"I have some bad news." He said. I froze. My pencil fell from my hand.

"Are... Are you sure that you've got the right '(Y/n)'?" I asked, weakly. The kids all stared. They looked mildly concerned.

"Yes, miss, I am sure." He said. There was no trace of a smile in his voice. I cringed internally.

"What's wrong?" I asked him. This is it. Dead meat? No. I'm rotted flesh. What did I do? I don't remember anything-

"It's your mom." The man said slowly.

My mind seemed to blank. I stared down at my paper, with wide eyes.

"What is it about her?" I murmured softly.

"She's in the hospital. She just made it out of a severe car crash." He gave me the address, then said, "She says that she needs to see you now. Can you make it?"

I nodded, but realized that he couldn't see me. "Yes."

"We'll call if there's any new arrangements."

"Merci." I muttered.

"Au rivoir."

He hung up.

I sat there for a long second. The flushed colour of my face was gone, replaced with a sickly pale colour. I looked up to the rest of the room.

My eyes met Adrien's for a split second, then I stood up, gathered my things, and swept out of the room, leaving a small note behind.