Chapter 2: Shipping off Jemma
I’m at the police station now.
My mom, dad, and my doctor, Ms. Hetman, are discussing the boarding school arrangements a few feet in front of me. I can’t believe they had this all planned and now they’re laying it out. It’s my birthday; I shouldn’t have to be dealing with this. But it’s not like I have much of a life to be complaining anyways, this is probably the best decision they've ever made for me. I just wish it was at a different time.
I glance over at Jet who hasn’t said one word for the whole drive. She’s too busy texting someone imaginary so that she doesn’t have to talk to me. Well, probably not someone imaginary. Unlike me, Jet is actually popular at our high school. She has a lot of friends, a boyfriend (including other boys that are dying to get in her pants), and pretty decent grades. But whatever, two can play at this ignoring game Jet, two can play.
I turn away and close my eyes. Guess I should update my voice on my present situation. This is probably the last time I’ll ever summon this demon in my head voluntarily.
“Chance?” I ask softly.
No reply. Seriously? You can bother me but I can’t bother you? Stupid idiot voice.
I open my eyes just in time to see my parents coming back towards me. My mom sits down slowly in the chair beside me, and my dad stays standing up. He’s looking at me now. Maybe because he knows this is the last time he’s going to see me for a while. Stupid idiot coward.
“Ms. Hetman has gone off to call the cab that will bring you to the airport,” She says, putting a careful hand on my knee cap. “Your dad and I are going to go back home to pack up the rest of your things and bring to them to you before you leave.”
I don’t reply. What’s the point? It’s not like my words are going to make me stay anyways. They're one of the reasons I'm being sent away.
“C’mon Jet.” My dad speaks as he begins to turn away. My mom stands up now.
“We’ll see you in a bit OK? Don’t worry; Ms. Hetman will be with you for the time being so that you aren’t too lonely.” She smiles as if the situation is worth smiling about.
I don’t move. I just watch them leave. They say that they’re here for me; but it doesn’t feel like it. It honestly never felt like it. They can’t even handle me anymore, which is why they’re shipping me off to a boarding school so that other people can deal with my situation. Thanks “family”; I really appreciate your generosity.
“Jemma? Is everything alright?” Chance’s voice knocks through my mind at the perfect moment.
I flutter my eyes closed.
“Not now Chance.”
“Hey, what’s going on?” He sounds serious; great.
“Nothing. I'm just really busy right now, alright?"
"That sounds like a lie."
I groan and sink further into the butt-aching plastic chair. This voice was going to be the death of me.
Before I can begin my mental rant, Ms. Hetman comes back into the waiting room with a tight smile on her face. At least she's being honest, she knows that this experience probably isn't exactly going to be a good one for me. I mean, who wants to be pried away from a family that doesn't care about them and then set to a school for nut-cases for the rest of all eternity? Honestly, it's a lose, lose situation.
"Are you ready to go?" She asks timidly, as if I'm going to kill her if she says the wrong thing. I wonder how my parents explained the escapade; I bet they made it seem like I was acting like the Hulk or King-Kong or something. That was my family for you, the exaggerators.
I brush away my negative thoughts and nod slowly. I follow her outside to not be welcomed by a waiting cab, but her rusty mini van. Guess I would have to survive the drive in a kid ridden vehicle; great.
I push my way past a few unmentionable and sticky items and sit myself (sort of) comfortably into the front seat of the van. She comes in a few moments later and starts the ignition silently. I guess she doesn't want to have small talk with the Hulk just like everyone else, I get it, it's alright.
"Jemma!" Chance's voice comes crawling back in again. Wow, I applaud myself for blocking him out for so long. New record, yes!
"What do you want?" I hiss.
"Why aren't you telling me the truth? Are you in danger? Do you need help?"
I accidentally make the mistake of chuckling softly to myself. Ms. Hetman glances over at me with obvious worry but I pretend I don't see her. I'm sorry, but how could he help me? He's obviously not capable considering, HE'S A VOICE IN MY HEAD! Geez, was I getting more and more crazy or something?
"No, I don't need help Chance."
"Are you sure?"
"OK, that's good."
Finally, he leaves me to my other inner demons; AKA my own thoughts.
So, we're turning onto the highway now. I wonder if Lennox is going to be surprised that I'm gone, better yet, will she even care? No, better yet, is Kevin Cho going to care that I'm gone? Him and I had a thing a while back, then he found out I was crazy and dumped my sorry ass through a text message. God, guys were such douches. I wonder if I'll meet a decent guy at this boarding school, wait, what is this place even called anyways?
"Um, Ms. Hetman, what is this school called?" I ask as innocently as possible.
She clears her throat. "The Youth Wellness School." She replies simply.
I have to bite my lip to not burst out in laughter. Seriously? That sounds, so, so, ugh, I can't even say it. I mean honestly, "The Youth Wellness School"? What the hell.
"Ok." I tremble, still trying not to die laughing.
After some more awkward silence, me having more useless thoughts in my head, and surprisingly no Chance, we somehow make it to the airport (not that that's exactly a good thing). We park near the loading zone, which I guess is where my parents are going to meet up with us.
It takes about twenty minutes of waiting, but after a while I finally see our classic red truck rolling up in front of Ms Hetman and I. My belongings shake sloppily in the back. They didn't even bother tying them down properly; wow, they really want me gone that badly?
"Ok, that's the last of it." My mom smiles brightly as she sets my last box onto the already the cluttered cart that I'm clutching tightly. We stand for a while, not really sure what to do next.
"Well, bye, I guess." I decide to speak up, you know, to get the awkward good-bye's over with. My mom puts on her fakest sad face as she pulls me into a tight hug.
"I'll call you every day sweetie, I'm going to miss you so, so much." She whimpers around me; but she's still the first to pull away.
My dad gives me a nod, and a light slap to my shoulder. "Have fun." He says. Have fun? Good effort dad, good effort.
And Jet, well Jet didn't even bother coming out of the truck. When I look to her, she gives me a small wave. I don't wave back, the bitch doesn't deserve a wave.
With that, I leave my family behind and I make my way closer to, "The Youth Wellness School". So, good bye hell 1, and hello hell 2! I never thought once in my life I would ever say that sentence.