Broken Mind

Aubrianne McCoy is an outcast, but when she gets in a car crash with her science teacher, Mr. Cartwright, she is all kids can talk about. But she faces more troubles besides her injuries. Will Bri break down, or will she face her troubles and move on?

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1. Chapter 1

I sat by the window, watching the kids play. I saw the kids sliding and going across the monkey bars and swinging. I could hear their laughs, cries, cheers, screams and songs. Although I absolutely loved watching the children, I wasn't feeling any better. My situation was beyond fixing.

I sat by the window in Mr. Cartwright's classroom, for no reason whatsoever. Maybe I felt bad that Mr. Cartwright was alone, but maybe he liked the silence. So, I would just watch the kids play or do my homework or read. Sometimes, if he wasn't doing anything, he and I would talk. Mostly about what has been going on in classes and politics. Yep, I'm that boring.

But that day, I stayed silent. I didn't want to talk about ideas for our class or how Trump could be impeached in his first year of term. I didn't have any homework besides Spanish, but that wasn't due until Friday. I just watched those elementary kids running around. It really made no sense to me why they would just run around.

"Bri," Mr. Cartwright said, which made my heart jump. "Are you okay? You seem kind of on edge. Did something happen?"

"Um," I started, still a little startled. "I'd...rather not talk about..."

Honestly, I really did want to talk about it. I wanted to tell him everything. But, I was scared that he would tell Mr. Smith, our school psychologist. If we were not in school, I would've already spilled the beans. But, we weren't, so I couldn't tell him about what happened between me and Candice.

*****

Candice Vickers: the most aggressive, dramatic, and egotistical girl in 8th grade, and maybe even the whole school. She once fought Mitch Edwards, who was autistic, and he had to go to the hospital from a broken ankle and wrist. After that incident, no one stood less than three feet away from her.

I had ran into her just several minutes earlier in the bathroom. I was washing my hands and Candice walked in to avoid health class. She was snickering to herself. I thought I heard other voices, but maybe I was just hearing things. At first I thought she probably was laughing about my hair or my clothes, but what she said was beyond my expectations.

"Wow, I thought lesbians were prettier than that!"

Then, I looked up and realized she wasn't alone. She had Aurora McCarty, Milly Hicks, and Carly Jordan with her as well. They were my some of my best friends. And they all started laughing. All I did was stand there, trembling and twitching.

Candice then pushed me onto the concrete floor. The girls started laughing harder. I was in terrible pain. Not only from the scars that the floor gave me, but when my friends laughed at me. What were they thinking? Did they even like me anymore?

Then, Candice started kicking me. It lasted for about four or five minutes. I was just curled up on the floor taking the beatings. I started crying softly so that Candice, Aurora, Marie or Carly couldn't hear me. I wasn't feeling sad or mad or sick. I was actually confused. I was confused about what my purpose of life was if I was going to be beaten by the school diva every week.

Thankfully, the bell rang and the four of them left with the crowd moving down the hall like fish in a river. I had stood up after 30 seconds to see how bad my "injuries" were. I had 13 bruises and 20 scratches. I wiped the blood from my nose and walked right to Mr. Cartwright's classroom.

*****

"Aubrianne," Mr. Cartwright continued. "I wouldn't tell anyone, even if we are in school. You know I wouldn't."

Well, it was true. I knew he wouldn't. He was very generous and even though he was a family friend, he wouldn't tell a living soul.

I sighed. "Okay, I'll tell you." I told him everything that happened, while shedding a couple of tears through the whole ordeal. "I don't understand why my own friends would do that to me," I added. I started crying harder then before. Mr. Cartwright pulled me in for a hug. I think I needed that hug...

"Bri, I'm so sorry about what happened," he said. "Knowing Candice, your friends probably joined her side out of fear. They aren't as courageous as you are."

"Don't start saying things that aren't true. Sooner or later you'll be lying within every sentence you say."

Mr. Cartwright just started laughing, and I smiled a little bit. I loved his laugh...

"Is there anything I can do for you, Aubrianne?" Mr. Cartwright asked after a few seconds of silence. "I know that nothing can really help your situation except for some alone time. I just want to help out a little bit...maybe keep your mind off of it for a while..."

I then remembered that I somehow had to get a ride to Triangle Park for a family reunion, but the school was 1.4 miles away from it. I would take approximately 23 minutes to get there, but I would be late by then. I was 3:10 and the reunion activities started at 3:30. My parents told me I could not be late, again.

"Could you give me a ride to Triangle Park?" I asked him. He nodded and we started packing up and heading out. My bag was filled with books and I swore that it weighed 50 pounds!

We walked out of the classroom, and as Mr. Cartwright was locking up his classroom, I looked down the hallway and saw Wyatt. He was sitting on the ground against the wall. Not in a desk, even though there was one right next to him. He was curled up, on the ground, and crying. I hadn't ever seen him cry before, even in the seven-and-a-half months that we were dating.

"Bri, you alright?" Mr. Cartwright asked, making me jump.

I turned to face him. "Do you see Wyatt down the hall, crying?" I asked him.

"Aubrianne, there's no one down there..." he replied. I looked back, and he was right: not a living soul was there. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's just go."

We walked down the stairs to Mr. Cartwright's car. It was a baby blue Chevy Spark LS. I absolutely loved it.

I got into the car and sat in the passenger's seat. As he pulled onto Jerusalem Avenue, I wondered to myself why I was seeing Wyatt. I was with Braydon, and I was happy. After all, Wyatt was the one who broke us up. I couldn't get this trouble out of my head...

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