isabella

Psychic By Isabella Xia

Chapter 1- a golden spark

I don’t know about everyone else, but sometimes I feel like I can’t do my own things because people will laugh at me. Like every day when I go to school, people expect everyone to be perfect and cool. I don’t think the world should be like that-or at least where I live. My name is Naomi- Naomi Blaire. Anyway, last week I was walking to school (as usual) and at exactly 7:57 AM, I saw the most unusual thing- hiding under a bush. It was a little light flashing, almost like a shimmer, or a golden spark. I quickly bent down to see what it is, and- “ NIOMI!!!!!!!” I turned around to see my best friend Zoey calling for me. “ One sec!!” I yelled back.

Chapter 2- Gwen

“ Alright class, please flip to page 195 in your math books,” my teacher Mrs. MacIntire said to us 2 hours later. As I turned to my desk to get my book out, “ Psssst!” Zoey whispered to me.” Can I borrow your pencil cause mine- “ Miss Zoey Fieldsmith?” Mrs. McIntire said to Zoey. “May I ask why you are talking to Naomi and not following the instructions I have given you?” “ Umm…” Zoey Began “I’m-“ “Please see my after class”, Mrs. McIntire interrupted. “ Naomi, you come too.”

I reached for my book, and flipped to page 195. The word pi was at the top of the page. I hated math. Even if I understood it, I hated it. And the worst part is, is that math was Mrs. McIntire’s favorite school subject, so she always made us do extra math homework. Blahhh.

“Hey punk?” I quickly turned around. I was doomed. Sitting right behind me was Gwen Daily, the school bully. Ah.

“What do you want from me?” I said back in the same snooty voice. I knew that if I made a wrong move, I know every thing will go wrong. “ You better give me your math book, cause I lost mine”, She continued, “ Mrs. McIntire will get mad at me for not having my book, but I don’t give a crumby care about what she’s gonna do to you. Hand it over.” I slowly reached for my book, and- “HURRY UP!!!” Gwen shouted. “ Miss Gwen Daily, please do not shout at you class mates. See me after school. “ But I didn’t do any thing! Naomi did it!”

“ Wait, I didn’t-“ I began. “Gwen, you’re fine. Please take a seat”, Mrs. McIntire said to her. “ Naomi, please remain after class. This is the second time I’ve had to speak to you today.”

Gwen sat down, smiling that evil smile. She was happy that I got the blame, even though she was the one who did it. She snatched the book off of my desk.

“ YOU SELFISH BRAT!!!!!! I”VE-“ “ Mrs. Blaire?!” Mrs. McIntire called across the room.

I stopped. I knew that if I continued she’d call my mom. I didn’t care about what Mrs. McIntire would say to me, but I hated Gwen. A lot.

Chapter 3-I’m out

As the bell rang, I didn’t go for my back Pack, I just sat in my desk, waiting for Mrs. McIntire to tell me what she wanted to tell me. Zoey sat next to me.

“ Zoey, you may go. I’ve changed my mind. Naomi, you stay here. I am to tell you something important.” Mrs. McIntire said.

“ I’m sorry to tell you this Naomi but you’re behavior on the first day of seventh grade is not acceptable. I have spoken to the principle.”

She went over to her desk and out of her draw pulled out an envelope. My stomach started to ache.

“ Please give this envelope to your parents when you get home. But it must be opened by tomorrow.”

I walked home, with the envelope in my hand. I crossed the bridge, walked through the woods, passed Main Rd, and soon reached Ballaway St. My grandma was sitting in her rocking chair on the porch. I never new that she was at my house in the first place.

“ Hi Grandma!” I called to her from the front of the street. “ What are you doing hear?” I asked, as I got closer to the house.

“ Your mother asked me to look after you. Miley had to stay after school, and had to go to her friend’s house after she could leave,” my Grandma responded. Miley was my older sister- my very mean older sister. She’s seven years older than me, which means she’s nineteen. She’s usually supposed to take care of me after school, even though she hated to, but our mom has to work from eight am to six pm. I hated her company, because she always invites her boyfriend to our house after school. They like always kiss in front of me, so I’m always really uncomfortable. Beside he’s really mean to me, like Miley is herself.

“ Do you have a lot of homework?” my grandma asked. “ Nothing,” I said back. “ I don’t have anything.”

“ What’s that in you hand?” She asked. “ Oh yeah, this is for you.”

I handed the envelope to her. She quickly ripped it open, and unfolded the white paper. Her smile started to fade. That wasn’t a good sign for me.

“ Nei, please go to your room. And before you get up there, hand me the house phone please.”

I walked up the stairs, the very old and noisy stairs, and fell on my bed. It felt good to be able to get some rest after a long day. I closed the door, and put in my CD player my favorite song, “Suddenly”.

“ I can not believe it! She is a wonderful child! I don’t care what she does wrong but she is staying in seventh grade! No, Mary, Naomi is your child, but she is my granddaughter! No! I will not let her go through this! She’s only twelve! Ohh, and you not gonna do anything? I thought you loved Naomi! You’re paying way to much attention to your job! I will not let this happen!”

I was listening through my door what my grandma was telling my mom over the phone. Well, more like yelling. Put I know exactly what Mrs. McIntire had written in that envelope. I was dropping out of school.

Chapter 4-Fright for loss

I reached for Harry. Harry was my favorite stuffy. Well, stuffed animal. He was a little brown raccoon that I got when I was born from my favorite aunt Lisa, who died in a car crash. I couldn’t cry, because I knew that if I did, my grandma would hear and would soon find out that I was listening to her phone call with my mother. I squeezed Harry tight.

4 hours later my mother was home and my grandma was cooking my favorite meal macaroni & cheese for dinner. Even that couldn’t cheer me up. I was in the Depths of Despair. It’s a place that I’m in when I can’t even let my favorite things around me help solve my woe and anxiety. I was falling deeper and deeper, and the smell of macaroni & cheese honestly didn’t help. At all.

“ Nei, please sit down! I made your favorite food, and you should be happy!” my grandma said. My mom tossed her coat and bag onto the ground, put her laptop on her desk, and sat down at the head of the table. Her smile faded when she saw me.

“ So, Naomi how was school? Did Mrs. McIntire teach you guys anything new? Did she mention what you are going to do tomorrow?” My Mom asked,

“ Um, well, we’re starting pi…” I began. “ And we are doing hurdles in PE…”

“ Anything else?” My mom asked. “ Well, no, not really, no. Nothing else.”

“ Naomi, when you’re finished with your dinner, meet me in you room. I have to tell you something very important. Did you hear me?” My mom said.

“ Yes,” I said back. “ In my room, after dinner.”

I knew she was gonna tell me I’m dropping out. What else would she tell me?

“ Mom?” my mom asked my grandma. “ Yes, Mary?” My grandma said back.

“ Do you know where Miley is? She was supposed to be here hours ago. I hope she’s not with Mike, that horrible fellow that she’s been dating for the past couple of months. But something’s telling me that-“

SLAM!!!!!!!!!!!

“ Sorry I’m late!” we heard.

Miley was standing in the mudroom with her hair all messed up, her jacket about to fall off, her mascara turning her face black, which I’m guessing is from tears, and one of her high-heeled shoes are about to fall of and the other shoe’s heel is half broken. She was a complete mess.

“ Terribly sorry I’m late,” She said as she gasped for air. “ But I have some wonderful news! I’m engaged!!!!!!!!!!!”

Everyone was shocked to hear this. Even I was.

“ To whom, my dear?” My mom asked Miley.

“ Mike. Mike Santos has asked me to be his wife,” Miley continued. “ And we’re gonna get married in LA!”

My mom looked like a hungry snake. She looked like she wanted to eat my sister live. She was furious.

“ Miley Anne Blaire! First, we live in Tennessee, and California’s plane ticket may cost a fortune for us! Second, you’re only 19 years old and the legal age for marriage is 21! Third, this Mike person that you love has gone to jail six times and I don’t feel safe having my daughter around someone like that! And fourth, you just started college and you have a ton of schoolwork to do anyway! How can you even think about marriage when you’re in a position like this? How are you going to catch up on your work? You picked fashion designing for your career, so now you’ve got to stick with it,” My mom was shouting at Miley at the top of her lungs. Her face was as red as Harry’s red satin bowtie, and her face looked as hot as the core of the sun. There was about a 95% chance that she would burst.

Miley looked as sad as a beggerman on the street with only a penny to offer for food. This was the only time I felt bad for her. She slipped off both of her boots, neatly hung up her jacket, ran to the kitchen sink to wash of the mascara, and fixed her hair into a neat ponytail. She slipped on her hot pink sweater and in her tears walked up our old and creaky stairs to her bedroom. From the kitchen table we could hear her loud tears. She had never cried like that before.

“ Naomi, are you finished with your dinner?” my mom asked me.

“ Um, yeah, sure. I’m going to my room,” I said back.

“ Well, actually, I’m going to talk to your sister first. Can you meet me in you room in about 15 minutes?” She continued. “ Sure,” I said back. “Fifteen minutes.”

15 minutes later my mom was in m room, and she sat down on my bed. I could all ready picture what this scene is going to look like. Ahh.

“ Naomi, this might not be the best news for you but I should say it quickly. You’re dropping out… I’m really sorry sweetheart, but last year you missed way to much school, the year before you got sent to the principle’s office over 7 times, and this year your first day wasn’t working. I’m really sorry. I was in your sister’s room and I told her she could get married. But that means that no one’s going to be home to take care of you…so my only choice is to send you to Minnesota to live with your uncle Fredrick….”

Chapter 5- a suitcase and a goodbye

Once again, I couldn’t cry. I don’t know what else to do, so I dragged my favorite neon green suitcase out of my closet and started packing. Before I put anything in, I put Harry in first. After, I packed some clothes, some gushers and granola bars for the road, my favorite CDs with the player, some underwear, socks, a blanket and pillow, a flashlight, my diary and pen, and last but not least my book “ Great Expectations” and some phone numbers and my cell phone that used to be my mom’s. And secretly, I snuck out of my pocket $62.00 and a king size chocolate bar Zoey gave to me. I figured that it would be enough for a memory. Water filled my eyes, but I didn’t let those tears drop out. I refused my body to take over me in that kind of way.

After I packed, I walked down the stairs to my family living room and saw my mom sitting on her favorite chair reading her favorite book. She didn’t seem so sad that I was leaving. I checked my watch- it was 12:45 and my train was at 2:00. An hour and 45 minutes was my time left in Tennessee.

I left my suitcase next to the staircase and ran out the door. I wanted to say goodbye to Zoey.

I ran down Ballaway Street, crossed the bridge to the candy shop, ran down the field leading to my school, passed by my grandma’s house on Soiyer road, and soon reached Clinton Street. I rang the bell.

Mrs. Feildsmith opened the door. She gave me a sad smile.

“Hi, can I see Zoey?’’ I asked her. “ Oh, hi Naomi,” she said back. “ I think that Naomi went to your house. The last I saw her was passing by your grandma’s house and walking by the candy shop. Then she disappeared in the large field.”

I ran back to my house. Of course, the same roads and the same routine. I got on Ballaway Street and saw Zoey on my porch. She was talking to my mom.

“ Hey, Zo!” I yelled across the street. “ Hey, Nao! I have to talk to you!” Zoey yelled back.

I walked towards my porch, and she told me to meet her in our secret hiding spot in 15 minutes. Our hiding spot was underneath the biggest tree in the forest.

What is going to happen to Naomi? Find in Psychic part 2!