Chapter 2

"So let me get it straight. Paul Hudson has an electric guitar, he talked to you and got mad at you for brushing him off? Omg! That's so dope! What, are you like popular now?" Jordan said looking at me with a chevious smirk.

" Oh hell no! You did not just ask me this!" I screamed.

"Jordan, chill. You are scaring her!" Jasmine interrupted.

"Oh come on girls, Paul Hudson is like one of the hottest guys in school and he totally seems to be into Beth." Jordan smiled.

"What on earth are you talking about. The guy seems to hate me. Everyone at school either hates me or feels sorry for me. And he's not even that hot. He's like a 3. And Dylan O'Brien is the ten." I respond.

"Yeah right... come on Beth, even though I don't completely agree with my freaky brother, Paul is like a 9.5 and he is funny and sweet." Jasmine says making me wonder why am I still friends with her.

"Whatever. Anyway,I have an appointment to the doctor in two hours. My analysis results are ready."

"Whait, does that have to do with " the thing?" Jasmine asks kinda worried.

"No. It's about me losing me balance extremely often lately." I say making her even more stressed.

"Yeah. Right. Sorry. I forgot. Is there something you would like us to do?"

"No Jasmine everything's fine. It'll probably be because of stress. Exams are close you know." I calm her .

"Beth, what are you talking about? Exams are in summer. It's September! Wich reminds me, in a couple of days its your birthday! " Jordan points out.

"Whatever. I dont care about my birthday now. I'm really stressed out about the exams like, 24/7. I need to be prepared or I won't get good marks and I won't be able to go to a High League University . "

"Ok then miss i-know-everything, go study or you 'll never get into college and be you'll be forced to clean up restaurant tables and school toilets for the rest of your life." He said sarcastically.

"Fine then, I better not lose any time. I'm going home and get started. Bye guys, see ya later!" I have at them goodbye, and start walking back to my house which is two blocks away from the " Allens mansion" that my bffs live.

They are actually pretty rich. They have a huge house with a pool and a few sports cars but they are the most generous and polite people I've ever met. I'm really lucky to have met them.

Arriving home I find my mom sitting on the couch reading a novel while the radio plays Bon Jovi. Yeah, she's my mum and I'm proud. We are really a lot alike. Except that she is extremely pretty with her cat-like green eyes, her beautiful black straight hair, pointed nose and big well shaped pink lips. I love her.

"Hey sweetie. Why are you home so early? Our appointment isn't until five o'clock. " she says looking puzzled.

" Yeah I know, I just thought I should rest a little bit before going any where. I had a hard time at school. Mr Louis made me run three laps. I really respect him but I think he is trying so hard to make me change my mind." I say frustrated and she chuckles.

"Fine then I'll wake you up when well have to go." She says softly.

I go upstairs and head towards my room when I stumble on Cheshire, my cat, who is sleeping in the middle of the corridor while carrying a huge stuffed mouse between his paws. He looks up at me, meows and then goes back to sleep.

I ignore him and enter my room. I move the stack of books off my bed and lie down in a very bizarre position that actually makes my hands ache. I try to move but I can't. I laugh inside me.

You know sometimes, when you say that you can't move even though you actually can but your mind is bored to actually do it? Oh come on, I'm such a drama queen. If I could just get my mind to make me move my hand...

I try harder this time, but I stay still. Okay that's enough now. I try to stand up but my body wont move. That's when I start to freak out a bit.

My hands are aching from the way I'm lying down but I can't move them a An inch! I try to call my mum but my throat is sore. I look around trying to find something.

Cheshire enters the room, looks up at me and then heads to his bed. I try calling him too but my voice won't come out.

That's when what I fear the most starts happening. Oh no. My vision is blurring. Oh no, no, no. This is not good. This is not good at all. But now all I can see is black. My hands are going numb and my heads feels like it's going to explode.

And now everything stops. I can't feel anything. Why can't I feel anything?

I actually feel sleepy. Maybe if I sleep a bit I will get better when I wake up. Yeah, that's it. I'll sleep. But suddenly a crazy thought comes into my mind.

"What if I don't wake up?"