**I might have based some of the characters off of YWS members. Maybe.
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[alexandria]
Oh no…
Please, no.
I can’t do this. I’m strong, but I’m not that strong.
“Ms. Alexandria Blaylock?” The teacher looked up over her spectacles as she searched around the classroom.
“Here,” I said, raising my hand. My thoughts inside were in turmoil. It was like I was physically in the classroom, but in my thoughts, I was in a totally different time.
“Are you Alexandria Blaylock?”
“Who are you?” I asked.
“We are the police. Are you Alexandria Blaylock?” They had asked. Their expressions had been so mean, so uncaring.
“Mr. Marcus Truett?”
“Here,” he said behind me, but I didn’t turn to look.
“Hey!” I heard footsteps and I felt a hand land on my shoulder. “What’s going on here?”
“We need to see Alexandria Blaylock.”
“This is her,” I felt him squeeze my shoulder. “But I’m her older brother. What do you want?”
“Ms. Grace Lankford?”
“Here.” She looked happy from where I saw her. Then again, with her hair surrounding her face, I really couldn’t see her.
“We have no record of her having an older brother.”
“Her father is my father. We have different mothers. I am staying with her mom and Dad right now. What do you want?”
“We have important news.”
“Mr. Caleb Adams?”
“Here.” I saw my friend raise his hand from the corner of my eye.
“What is it?”
“It concerns her parents.”
“Well, what is it?”
“They were in an accident.”
“Ms. June Evans?”
“Here,” she said, but I saw that she was looking at me curiously. If I looked how I felt, I probably looked pretty bad.
“What type of accident?”
“An accident.”
“What type?”
“Mr. Gregory Martin?”
“Here,” He said, but he was too busy drawing to raise his hand.
“I’m afraid I’m not allowed to give that information.”
“Then why are you here?”
“We needed to take Alexandria to the police station.”
“Not without me.”
“Ms. Charlotte Stevens?”
“Here,” she said, but she was looking at me as well. I knew I looked really bad.
“Sir, I’m afraid we are not authorized to bring anyone else to the station with us.”
“She’s not going anywhere without me.”
“Sir, it was her parents that were in the accident. You have nothing to do with this.”
“She’s my sister. I’m not letting her go anywhere. Now tell me, what happened?”
I knew what happened. I remember the whole scene. It was too much.
“Alex!” I heard Charlotte scream as I slipped out of my chair and everything went black.
**
“James, we need to do something about this. It’s been year.”
“I know it’s been a year.”
“Maybe she needs to go to her Aunt in Texas. It might be the best thing for her.”
“No! I know she doesn’t want to go there. She’s told me.”
“But what if she needs to go?”
Were they arguing about me?
I slowly opened my eyes to see what was going on. The lights were dimmed and the smell of disinfectant was strong; I was in the nurse’s office.
“Alex?” A familiar face came into my eyesight.
“James?” I tried speaking, but it came out like mush.
He smiled and brushed my hair out of my eyes. “You okay?”
“I think so,” I managed to mutter and sat up.
“Hey, hey, take it easy.” He helped me sit up. “Are you sure you are okay?”
“Yeah,” I said. “What happened?”
“You were in the middle of class, and all of a sudden, you fell unconscious. Your friends, June and Charlotte, said that you didn’t look too good before you slipped out of your seat,” the nurse said and smiled at me. She was the one arguing with James.
My mind was in a whirl. I didn’t know what to think. The flashback, the nauseous feeling, the look that my friends were giving me; it all kept swimming around in my head, never settling down. My head was starting to hurt from all the information.
“James?” I whispered again.
“I’m here, Alex. What do you need?” His warm, minty breath washed over my face.
“Can I go home? I don’t feel too well.” I closed my eyes and faced the images that played on my eyelids. “Please?”
“Of course you can,” He whispered and stood up. “Just give me a minute."
I saw him walk over to the nurse and start talking to her. I just fell back onto the bed and wished I could just curl up and die.
[june]
“June!” I looked up and saw Caleb trying to make his way through the crowded hallway.
“Hey,” I whispered as soon as he made it to my locker.
“What?” He yelled.
“I said hey!” I said louder. The hallway was really loud, full of screaming and shouting students.
“Oh. Is Alex going home?”
“What?” I couldn’t hear him.
“I said-“ I cut him off and turned around to the person behind me.
“Will you shut up!?!” The boy looked wide eyed at me, then ran off to where the rest of his friends were hiding out in the bathrooms. “Sorry.” I turned back around to Caleb.
“It’s okay.” He smiled. “At least we can hear each other now.”
I smiled as well. “Here, can you help me with this?” I shoved him my bag, which was full of books.
“Holy crap, what do you have in here?” He pretended to stagger under the weight.
“Oh, shut up.” I turned back to my locker and grabbed some more books. “I have my Trig textbook, my AP biology textbooks, my American history textbook, my French book, and-“ I stopped and pulled out the old and worn book out of my locker. “I get to reread Wuthering Heights for literature.”
Caleb looked at me like I was crazy. “And why haven’t you graduated yet?”
“Because I wanted to stay in school. With ya’ll. Here at Burns.” My heart hurt whenever he said those words. Don’t they know why I stay behind? I don’t want to be some freak, like my sister. Why do you have to question that?
“Anyway, do you know if Alex is going home?” Caleb asked.
“I think so. I saw James up in the front office.” I frowned as the books wouldn’t fit in my bag.
“I hope she’ll be okay. She gave everyone a heart attack in homeroom.”
“I know. She didn’t look too good to begin with. Yes!” I suddenly exclaimed as I managed to fit all my books in my bag.
“You are crazy,” Caleb sighed as he handed back my heavy bag right as the teacher yell that we had thirty seconds left. “See you later. I have to get to class.”
I watched him try to make his way through the crowded hallway again as I stood by my locker.
**
“Hey Marie.” I snuggled up against my sister as she sat next to me on the bed. “Can you read me another one of the poems? Emily Dickenson writes pretty poems.”
“Sure June,” my sister said and smiled at me. “You know, she is one of my favorite poets?”
“I know! Isn’t that weird? I’m almost just like you!” I had heard Mom and Dad talking about taking me out of regular school so they could teach me more, just like they did for my sister.
“Yeah.” Her smile faltered a bit as she stared at the book. “I guess.”
I was surprised. “Wouldn’t you like it if we were just alike?”
“Well, why don’t you do what you want to do?” She tried smiling at me again, but it wasn’t as true as it was before.
“I want to be just like you!” I exclaimed.
“June, sweetie.” She drew me in closer and held me tight. “It would be much funner if you were yourself.”
I was confused. I didn’t understand. Doesn't she want me to be just like her? “Funner isn’t a word,” I whispered. She said nothing and kissed my forehead.
The teacher tapping on my shoulder woke me up from my dream. “June, dear, you know class just started.”
“Oh!” I exclaimed, and started running to biology, more confused than ever.
I think by saying 'We're the police' would help that. 
Emotion: You should include a bit more when Alex is having her flashback.
'Ello,Cat. My spacebar is being obstinately uncooperative today, so if I miss a space here or there, please forigve me. This is going to be mistake-ridden, I'm afraid. 
. I'm not saying that's a bad thing (because we all know that we all turn wilty-wimpy when it comes to older sisters xD) but I'd just like to know the age ranges.
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