"Jordan?," A voice said. "Breakfasts ready! Get it while its hot!" It was clara, Jordan's mother.
"In a 'sec ok?" jordan replied from a once dark room that was hers.
It was the last day of summer, It was just like Autom. All the yellow and red leafs falling and dying. It had been eight months exactly sense he died.
"Wow that was Deee-licius!!!!" exclaimed Jordan just finishing her oat-meal at the kitchen table - it was wooden with a white table clothe, the floor was a marble cool tile and there was a vas of purple daisies in the middle of the clothed table.
"Thanks!" Clara said with a smile. "But you better hurry up! or your going to be late for your first day!" When Clara was done talking, she walked over to where Jordan was sitting, Picked up her plat and set it in a sink. Then turning on the water and she could berly be herd but was singing something to herself.
It was Jordan's first day of school At Grace High, the state of Northern California's most renowned school.
Clara, About Six months ago gave jordan two options to do with her life, she could ether go to a mental institution, or go to school. Jordan picked the mental institution but Clara didn't care. It seemed that ever sense her friends death in Menerrow, Cali, Jordan had lost her grip on life,... And had attempted suicide 2 times (one leaving her in a wheel chair for one month.)
"The bus is here!" Clara said exited.
"Do i really have to go?" Jordan started. "Why can't i just stay here? I don't think anyone can understand me, and if you think i am going to make any friends, then your wrong." Jordan seemed to be in total deniel, she was a lot more stable then she was at first, but she lost interest in all she used to like - every he liked-.
"Well," Clara started, "I think it would be unhealthy for anyone to under-stand you, But who knows, you might meet a nice guy... A cute guy." Clara let out a little smirk.
"humph" Jordan grouched.
Jordan started to walk out the door of a white with blue roofed house with green grass waiting for her right outside the porch.
The bus was parked in front of the grey drive-way with the engine running.
"Well," the bus driver began, "Are you coming or what?" Watching Jordan just stand there. She did not move, Even if she wanted too, every bone in body froze. The most terrifying thing had just happened to her, She was standing right in front of... Him.
The very person driving Jordan Insane for the last eight months.
"Your dead..." jordan said in shock.
"Hey kid," the bus driver started again, "Are you coming or what? Kid?"
Jordan just stud there, motionless. She was staring into the eyes she hoped to forget, or even more hoped that would have never left. She was just sixteen, it would be abnormal to be used to seeing people die at such a young age, you would flip out to.
"YOUR DEAD!!! WHY ARE YOU HERE!?!??! DEAD!!! DEAD!!!" Jordan started crying and chanting dead over and over again. All the students in the bus pilled up to the door-way to see what was wrong with this mentally screwed-up girl.
"Jordan!?!?" Clara came rushing from in side the house. Then Grabbed jordan hugging her and telling her its not real.
"Please..." Clara said, "please for me, you know he's not here, its not real, no stop it... Please? I want you to have a normal life!" Clara left a tear escape her eye.
The bus driver tilted his eyed brow, the students whispering among themselves.
"Is this not a good time? Should i just Leave her here?" the bus driver asked.
"No she will be fine." Clara announced helping Jordan into the bus.
"he...e...H... He's... Gone...?" Jordan was talking to herself again. The strange figure of the boy Jordan knew and loved was gone, like he flew away with the wind... She always thought he would become a angel when he died.
To be Continued
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