Whatever Remains, T. Richardosn [brene brown rising strong TXT] 📗

couch. I looked at the dark TV and watched the night lights roll through them. I heard the sirens and the constant chatter of people outside. I closed my eyes trying not to cry now. What was the point in crying? It was going to continue but I wouldn’t be in ballet anymore, maybe acting, or singing. I didn’t know which way to go. Maybe if I turned left, took a right, went another left, into a tunnel and then hid there, everything would be fine. That would be a coma and I’d hide inside for a couple of years, but that was fine with me. What am I talking about!? No one wants to be in a coma! I looked at the television again, and then I closed my heavy eyelids and felt a blanket of darkness creep over me.


I ran now over to my dresser. “It’s eight thirty Orphelia! You are thirty minutes late idiot!” Shane yelled. “Now I’m late because of you.
I picked up my mother’s poetry journal. “Do we really have time for this?” Shane asked. I had my clothing on and my bag on my back. Shane took the book out of my hands. “Just take it to school with you.” He said. “It’ll be fine.” I snatched the book away from him and looked through the book into the next poem.

Distilled, and clear
It is placed somewhere,
It is hard to see
In the boiling atmosphere.
You’ll find it later,
Begin looking now,
What you’re looking for,
You’ll find somehow.
---Orphelia

Another one unnamed. Sometimes, I believed that these poems had no meanings. She didn’t read me all of the poems she had. She never read any of the serious ones to me. Only the ones that played with my mind, as the Liar

one or Almighty

, she read the ones that were for a child to hear even though this one was actually signed my name. I would ask a million people what it meant and get no answer from them at all that would make sense.
Shane was pulling me out of the door. I felt cold white substances spread over my hair. Snow? “I looked on the weather forecast,” he said. “We weren’t supposed to be getting snow today, but it’s cool right?” he had an arm around me. I pushed him off.
“Yeah, it’s cool.” I said mocking him. I ran across the street while the light turned green after and Shane was left on the other side waiting for the cars to pass. I felt so bad for leaving him there, he was my step-brother but the thought of him liking me was preposterous. I ran towards the school letting the cars pass by.
“Orphelia wait up!” Shane was yelling. I skipped the bus and ran faster. The familiar sudden pain entered my back. I screamed as I fell before me. A man came up to me trying to help me up. The pain faded away as quickly as it had come.
“No, it’s fine.” I said running away quickly. My panting was taking over. What was up with the feeling in my back? It hurt and felt like a knife trying to run through me. I hated anything to do with knives so the feeling was terrible. There was no blood, there was nothing. I kept on running and turned on the street of my school nearly half an hour away.
Amanda. I wondered what she would say to me at school. She thought that I couldn’t hear what she was saying to Glytherin, but when she approaches me, she is going to hear the most awful things.
I stopped and emptied all of those thoughts from my mind. Of course I wasn’t going to be nice to her, but I felt like I just couldn’t do it. I was going to talk to her and declare that we aren’t friends any longer. I stepped into the school as another teacher pulled me aside.
“Twelve?” I asked. She nodded. Of course this was for another meeting with the principal, a private meeting. I stepped out looking for her now. I looked at the time. I was five minutes early from where the buses would start arriving. I sat inside the office as the principal sat in his seat badgering some thing in his hand.
From time to time, he’d look towards me and then when I looked back at him, he’d turn away. After doing this a couple of times, he spoke. “What are you doing here Lea?”
“That’s not my name,” I said before answering. “And I accidentally came early; I hope that won’t be a problem.” The principal shook his head. “Want to talk about the murder?” he asked. I shook my head.
“I’m not going to talk about it now and at twelve o’clock.” I replied. He smiled.
“Did you do it?” he asked. “The way your answer is going and the tape is going, I don’t know what I’m going to do. It’s a bit hard to take in and breathe out. Everyone is so sure you did it, but you’re positive you didn’t. Le---Orphelia, I can’t do much of anything for you, and I apologize. It’s either proof, or court.” I nodded.
“I’m aware.”
I looked forward and the first bell rang. “I have to go.”
I stepped out into the hallways now, there she was, walking alone, looking for someone. The whole crowd moved forwards to the cafeteria where most of them ate breakfast. Her eye slowly crept to mine.
“Lea!” she yelled. That name made me want to kill the people who called me it. She ran up to me and hugged me tightly. “Where were you this morning?” she asked. I shrugged.
“I ran here,” I said. “It was easy; I just lost a lung is all.” She smiled and hugged me again. I pushed her away softly. “Did you know Glytherin was on the bus!?” she asked. “We had a conversation, about how we should partner up, I think he’s still considering it.” Lies, she was telling lies. Glytherin wasn't considering it because first of all, he hated her. Second, he hated ballet. “I think Glytherin was telling you lies," she told me. "He wasn’t really on vacation those days when he was gone, he was skipping class. I saw him yesterday, I think you were sick or something and you were coming to tell the dance teacher, and then that’s when he bailed out.”
I nodded. “I thought friends never lied.” I said sadly. Obviously, Amanda hadn’t seen that, after me and Glytherin walked away, he followed me somewhere else and I was with him the whole time. “Amanda, why are you lying to me?”
Now she looked shocked. “What do you mean lying? I’m your best friend, I’d never lie, especially to you; you are the biggest thing ever to me. I would never lie to you.” And sh repeated that last sentence nervously. I shook my head.
“I heard what you said to Glytherin when you were persuading him to be your partner. Let me get feminine and put on my lip gloss before I tell you what’s next, or would you rather hear without hesitation?”
Her eyes were set behind me and above me now. “I hate

you,” I said. “And I don’t need you talking to me and saying things behind my back just for a guy you like, I didn’t think you were that desperate.” Her eyes were sad. Using the word feminine shocked her the most. I was glad I said it.
I turned but knocked into someone. I shrieked and ear splitting shriek and backed up. It was Glytherin. He looked down on me.
“It seems you’re ok.” He said. I walked passed him and hid behind a wall while he faced Amanda. “Hey Amanda,” he said. She looked blankly into his face. “Listen, Orphelia was with me that evening, we were excused from class, we went to eat and then went home, you aren’t a smart liar, find the facts before you blurt out things to other people.”
Her face was spread out in horror and redness. I walked upstairs to class now. I was happy she heard what she should’ve. It was her time to feel hurt when she was hurt by others. It killed me to see her get away with that. Soon enough, I’d shake it off.
I went upstairs and saw my guidance counselor sitting by the door as usual. Why was she still my guidance counselor if I could hear and talk? Maybe it was because of the murder. I stepped inside the classroom without even talking to her. My teacher greeted me. I was the first person in the class as the rest of them rushed in along with Glytherin making this his first class to attend. Rudolph looked at me unusually, with his face contorted in this way and that.
He backed up from the seat I sat at as usual. I ignored it. I chose not to care. The late bell finally rang. “We have a new student.” The teacher said. She looked at him. “His name is Glith-erring Remby. She smiled. The kids in the class didn’t laugh but gave confused faces.
“What name is Glitherring? Is it a type of snake?” Rudolph asked. I shot him a look. Then I began to wonder, what type of name was

it? The teacher ignored Rudolph’s remark.
“Glytherin, tell the class about you as you would do if it were the first day of school.” Glytherin stayed seated. I looked at the clock as he was about to talk. It was 9:15 now. I wanted to get over this murder thing. How would I find proof that I hadn’t killed Matthew?
“First of all,” Glytherin began, “my name is based on a warriors, it has a lot to do of where you are born from, I’m sixteen, and I don’t have any hobbies.” No hobbies,

I thought.
Who had no hobbies? Was my name based on where I was born?
“Good,” the teacher said. “My name is Mrs. Rodriguez and this class is writing! Do you like writing Glith-erring?”
“Glytherin,” he corrected her. “And I’m fine with writing I guess, not my best subject, but yes,” The teacher nodded. The class was silent for a moment while everyone stared back at him.
“Ok,” the teacher said at last. “Most of the people in this class don’t have the best handwriting, how is yours?”
Glytherin smiled. “I don’t mean to show off but I can actually write in eighty different fonts on size eighteen.” The teacher smiled.
“That’s perfect, we can have you become teacher sometime.” She