A Rose In The Rain ( Chapter 3)

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"Kris," it was Brian as he pulled up next to me. "So do you except the fact?"
   "What fact?" I asked confused.
   "Me and Missy."
   "Oh...that. Actually I'm not down with that and I got your harsh message!"
   "Either learn to deal with it or we cant hang out anymore."
   "Brian, I don't need this and you know that damn well! I hate her with a passion!"
   "If that's the way you see it then I guess...I guess we can't hang out any more." He then sped off and left me standing there.
   I had gotten a sick feeling in my stomach that instant. The rest of my walk to school was long and quiet. I had so many things going through my head, like how I'm really all alone now.
   First period art was one of the hardest classes that day, not because the work was hard, but because Brian wouldn't even look at me and he sits right across from me. Our assignment was to draw how you were feeling. I drew a bleeding heart in a pool of blood with a rose hilted blood stained dagger laying next to it.
   "Very unique Kris," I looked over my shoulder to see Mrs. Turner.
   "Thanks," I muttered.
   "I'm needing some of my best students for the art team...would you be interested, since you are my best artist?"
   "Wow that would be great! What do I need to do?"
   "We'll have a few meetings before a competition. But other than that, nothing really except draw."
   "Sweet!" At that she walked away and I signed my paper on the bottom right corner.
   I began to stare at my art work for a while and wonder when things would get better. I remember when I was in the eighth grade happy punk rebel. My best friend at the time was Donna Curry. She and her mother were very close. When her mom died of cancer Donna had become depressed and her spirit became dark and melancholic. I still remember that one fateful day when she called me crying, telling me that she couldn't live anymore. Her last words were:
   "Kris, I'm so sorry I can't live anymore. You're my best friend so you understand. I love you, good-bye Kris."
   I ran as fast as I could over to her house. When I got there the front door was unlocked so I went in and saw a sight that I was unprepared for. My best friend was laying on the kitchen floor with a bloody shearing knife in her hand. I looked at her face and noticed that she had slit her own throat. I had never seen a dead person smile but she had a faint smile upon her scarlet lips. It was like she knew that all the pain was going to be gone, forever. I reached for the beeping blood splattered phone and dialed 9-1-1. I was crying by then and ever since then I have been dismal and somber.
   I looked up and snapped back to reality. I hadn't noticed that I had been crying. Brian was giving me a look as to say 'Why the hell are you crying?'
   I just started to flip through my notebook. I stopped on a blank page and scribbled the words 'Death' and 'Hate' in black and red ink.
       
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    In fifth period girls wrestling was fairly easy for the first practice. Whenever I went for a take down I pictured the other girl as Missy and she hit the mat hard.
    "Kristal," I heard as I looked up from a pin.
    "Sir?" I asked as I helped my opponent up from the floor.
    "How quickly can you pin some one?"
    "I don't know."
    "Katie, you and Kristal go live in the middle circle. We'll see just how good you really are Kristal."
    "Can we warm up a little first?"
    "For a few minutes."
    I walked over to my corner and started stretching and getting pumped up for my chance to prove myself. Coach Shields walked into the middle of the circle, indicating that he was ready for us to begin our dual. Katie and I stepped onto the mat and took our positions.
   "Shake hands," Coach said. "On three, one, two, three!" I went for a take down and Katie instantly tried to sprawl, but I was too quick. She was belly down, desperately trying to get up. It wasn't good enough, I had flipped her and went in for the kill...I mean pin...sure...thats what I meant.
   "Kristal," Coach yelled.
   "Sir?" I replied.
   "What do you say to being a varsity wrestler?!"
   "I say hell yeah!"
   "Well, you took Katie down in a little less than a minute, and she's on varsity."
   "Cool, I mean for both of us."
   "You need to be here at six a.m. and stay until six p.m. Think you can do it?"
   "I know I can do it!"
   "Talk it over with your folks and I'll see you tomorrow morning."
   "See ya."I really don't have time to finish this chapter...I'll have to finish it in a few days!!!
Sorry for the inconvienance!