Do You Want Me Or Do You You Want Me Dead

Monday morning and I’m sitting in the back of a classroom I haven’t been in since the ninth grade. I moved away at the beginning of grade 10, so I had spent a full year here at Dulaney. I know the teachers and 95 percent of the students yet I'm still nervous about my first day back; I'm coming in the middle of a semester after all. “Noelle Flyzik? I’m assuming you must be related to that goof Matthew” I looked to the front of the classroom where Mr. Boynton, the English teacher was standing.

“Here,” I raised my hand. I had never had him as a teacher but I had only heard negative things, he started to make his way over to my desk and I let out a groan.

“Everyone this will be a work period for your essays so get to work and keep the noise to a minimum,” he turned and knelt down beside my desk, “Noelle, I taught your…”

“Brother.”

“Brother last semester, twins?” I only nodded my head in response, “he was a handful.” I nodded again, this time to agree.

“I can assure you that just because were twins that doesn’t mean I’m anything like him, we are far from the same person.” Sometimes being a twin is hard, you’re constantly asked dumb questions like if I punch one of you can the other one feel it or can we talk with our minds and I was always being compared to Matthew, that’s why New York was so refreshing, only one person there knew I had a twin. And I never had to worry about Tay asking stupid questions like that because she was a triplet herself so he knew all the answers and was asked so many more. Mr. Boynton and I spent the rest of the class discussing how the semester would look and soon enough the bell rang and I was on my way to film history, I can tell I’m going to like the class because apparently all we do is watch movies. The next bell was one I was dreading, it meant that I had to go to gym. I looked down at uniform in disgust when Mr. Jefferson dropped it into my hands and sent me to the change room. I pulled on the red shorts and black cotton t-shirt.

“Don’t worry you’ll get used to it, besides we all look dumb.” I turned to see a short pretty looking girl beside me gesturing to her matching uniform. “You must be the new girl everyone’s talking about! I’m Cassadee, its nice to meet you.”

“Noelle,” I reached out and took her hand she had been offering and gave it a quick shake. “It may take some time to get used to it again.”

“People couldn't believe that the Matt Flyziks sister was coming back.” I rolled my eyes.

“The Matt Flyzik? Do people call him that?”

“He’s one of the popular cool kids, everyone loves him and his friends!” We walked out of the changing rooms into the gym.

“They’re not cool at all, especially Matthew.” Mr. Jefferson blew his whistle and soon we spent the rest of gym half assing all the workouts and talking. “Yeah I moved here the summer before grade 11 from Florida, its different here but I like it!” Cassadee explained, she was cute and extremely positive, “I wont lie, I’m glad you came because now I’m not the new girl anymore!” She giggled. We were dismissed to change and Cass and I went our separate ways, I was headed to the place where I spent all my spare time in the ninth grade, the art room.

“Do my eyes deceive me or is that really Noelle Flyzik?” I could feel the smile grow on my face as I heard Mr. Frazier’s voice. I turned to see my favourite teacher I’ve ever had standing beside me.

“It’s true, I’m back.” The studio felt like a warm hug from a friend you haven’t seen in a while, it felt right.

“I’m sorry that its because of such awful circumstances, how are you doing bud?” my heart went heavy. I knew he could tell i didn't want to talk about it, "Noelle I hope you know that I am here if you need to talk.” I smiled; it was nice to know that I had a 'friend' at the school. "Now tell me about New York!" I took a seat at the closest desk and we spent the rest of the lunch hour talking about all the things I did in New York and how my art has changed. My next class was art so I just stayed in the room and started on a new project. The class was relaxing, it’ll be a good end to my day everyday, at the sound of the bell I got up and started on my short walk home. I didn’t even bother going inside or up to my room, I knew my brother and his friends had band practice. Instead I went straight to the tree house to take a nap.

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