No Turning Back

Even in the year 2120, kids are going to get bullied. Also if this continues without any help or guidance, the child may or may not decide to take matters into his/her own hands. Actually that is just what I had done. My name is Jessye; I was thirteen when I died. Everyone thought that I had somehow taken my own life, but that wasn't what had happened. There is another side to that story, and that is just what I am here to tell you about. My side, the right one... so here it goes...

I walked through the doors of Thomas Jefferson Middle School, and thought to myself,

"Great, another year of torture," Truth was, that the year had barely started, and I already felt extremely invisible, again. Every since my best and only friend Britanie moved at the end of last year, I was alone every since. No one wanted to talk to me; I was considered to be a freak, and unimportant. Just because I was more advanced, like Lisa Simpson. So apparently the kids at my school seem to enjoy picking on kids who are more advanced than them, and lucky me, I was the only one. I usually avoided the tormentors, by looking straight ahead, but that didn't work today, mostly because there was one of my biggest tormentors straight in front of me, Rianne Matthews. Rianne was the head cheerleader, and hates everyone who she doesn't think is perfect. I was one of the lucky ones who she hated, and I think I was pretty close to number one. Rianne hated me with a burning passion, like more than her hate of Rebecca Black (which is saying something); my chocolate brown hair was no match for her shimmering, flowing, golden blonde hair. My glowing green eyes were dull compared to her bright baby blue eyes. Sometimes her eyes looked like shimmering pools of sapphire, but that was only when she was extremely angry, or whenever she was gloating over something. But today went to become the World's Worst Day, first of all because my locker was right next to hers, and secondly there was a message waiting for me on my locker, written in glittery white nail polish. This was what it said,
Welcome to H*** Jessye
No surprise that Rianne was somehow behind all of it, but she would find a way to slither out of the hole that she has dug for herself, she always does. I had a feeling that this was just the beginning, and before I had a chance to think anymore, I hear a voice behind me.

"Well, miss, Nickson, I see that you have decided to graffiti the schools property. So therefore you will serve a weeks' worth of detention after school starting today." Principal Nichols growled. Usually I would have just gone with the detention, but this time I knew I was innocent and Mr. Nichols was just trying to put the blame on someone other than Rianne, because knowing her Rianne would have the school sued in a matter of minutes.

"Bu... but why would I write this," I asked gesturing to my locker, "on my own locker? Then sign my name on it?"

"I don't know, but you teens do some extremely weird and childish things," he growled again. I swear that man is seriously half bear or something. I sighed knowing that I couldn't win this argument.

"Well if you can prove you claim that you didn't write this, and then I will feel free to drop the detention, but only if you can convince me that you are innocent. I know just how to do that too, you will write that, for me and we shall compare what you have illedgily written to the writing that you will do for Me." the principal said pointing at my locker. "Is that okay with you?" he asked. I nodded eagerly, desperately wanting the principal to believe me. So I followed him into his office just down the hall. Rianne was standing facing the office, and I could see the smirk on her face grow larger and larger. Once I had walked into the cluttered, cramped office that Mr. Nichols has I sat down in one of the chairs facing his huge oak desk. Mr. Nichols handed me a piece of paper and a pen, so I wrote out,
Welcome to H*** Jessye.
In my normal handwriting, Mr. Nichols looked surprised and bewildered as he read the paper.

"Jessye, I always knew that you were innocent. But you know how Rianne is; her father would have sued this school so fast if he had found out that I had accused his little princess of doing something wrong." Mr. Nichols whispered, I nodded and stiffened a giggle, knowing that he was speaking the truth. Mr. Nichols sat at his desk scribbling something on a piece of paper, from the angle that I was standing it looked like a hall pass, but I wasn't sure.

"This is so that I won't have to see you again today." the principal said handing me a small sheet of paper that was my pass. I walked out of the office, and noticed that a piece of debris floated to the ground that was left behind from the rush of students. Everyone had been rushed to class; I hadn't even heard the bell. I slowly walked to my locker, grabbed my books in my hands and shoved them into my bag; I headed towards my French class, then math reading and gym. When I reached French and walked in everyone was staring at me, like I had a giant flashing sign above my head saying, "Look at me!" But no one said anything to me, surprise surprise no one ever does. Nothing else happened until lunch. Today was some kind of slop that was supposed to resemble spaghetti, and I made the mistake of buying some. Mostly because my younger sister Carlie took the last of the Nutella, mum promised that she would buy more for me later today. I was walking towards my lunch table in the corner, away from everyone else. But walking though our lunchroom is like walking through a minefield. Both extremely dangerous, if you are me anyway. I was just walking with my tray, when something had hit my ankle lightly. My tray of the spaghetti like substance and landed right side up surprisingly, I but I had fallen on top of it, covering my white Abercrombie blouse in tomato sauce. The entire lunchroom erupted into cheers and laughs, like tripping the school's most hated girl was like scoring the winning touchdown. I just sat there covered in foul smelling tomato sauce and the tears started to flow to the creases of my eyes. I got up slowly, looking disgustedly at the girl, Tatianna, who had tripped me. Running out of the room that still echoed of the laughs of my tormentors seemed like the bast thing to do, although I had nowhere to run except to the girls' bathroom down the hall. I locked myself in one of the stalls, and pulled out my BlackBerry and called my mom. Asking her to come and pick me up. She asked,

"Why what is wrong?"

"Well my shirt is covered in tomato sauce, and an unflattering message was left for me on my locker this morning!" I wailed.

"Let me guess, Rianne again?" she asked calmly. I couldn't answer my own mom; another sob was building in my throat. Then there were words that were considered music, reached me.

"Don't worry I'm on my way." I whispered,

"Thanks mum, love you." then I hung up. I unlocked the stall door, checking to make sure that the bathroom was still empty. I slowly walked to the giant mirror and surveyed the damage that Rianna's minion had caused. My mascara was running down my cheeks like a spider cascading down its web. I sighed knowing that I couldn't fix anything except washing the goop that they serve for lunch here, off of my face. I tried getting most of it off, and some of the mascara had come off too, but there was really no hope for my shirt. I surveyed the rest of the damage, just as the PA system cackled to life.

"Miss. Nickson please come to the office, you are leaving for the day." then the system died with a loud shriek. I quickly walked to my locker grabbing my bag, and stuffing whatever homework I had received earlier that day into the bag. My ticket home was like one-hundred feet away.

"Nothing more can happen now." I assured myself. I saw my mum standing quietly in the office, reading a magazine. The door of the office opened with a soft swish, mum took one look at me and gasped. Quickly she signed me out and we walked to the car without a word to each other. I noticed that she was still in her work clothes, suit, high heels, and her jet black hair tied up in a bun. Once both of us were inside of the SUV, I let the bag that was resting on my shoulder drop to the floor with a thud. I pulled my legs up onto the seat, wrapping my arms around my knees. That was the position that I stayed in as we drove home. Home, as in the huge farm house that I live in, with the giant oak trees, and rolling hills where you can see the sky so clearly, yep that is what I call home. The door of the passenger side along with the driver's side slammed at almost the same time. Mum walked around to the side of the car, and put her arm around my shoulder as we walked to the porch. She dropped her arm to get the keys out of her purse, but I beat her to them. I pulled out the keychain that held my house key, and inserted the key into the lock. I heard the click and I pushed the door open. Mum gave me a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

"I have to go back to work; I should be home around three or three thirty." I nodded and I walked into the house. I just really need to be alone for a while. I heard mum's heels click on the wooden stairs as she walked back to the car and drove off back towards town. Now I really was alone, one of the most notable mistakes that I would make through-out the day. I glanced at the clock, two-fifteen.

"School has already been dismissed." I whispered to the empty house. I knew that there was only about an hour before Carlie would be home. I glanced around the room again, and sighed. I walked slowly up the stairs to my room, collapsing in a heap on my bed. My vision started to blur, and I got sleepier and sleepier. But what I didn't know was that someone was in the house and that I would never wake up from my nap.
I opened my eyes; I was laying on my flower printed bed spread. I just barely remembered who I was, Jessye Nickson. I noticed that the window, overlooking the giant grassland that was behind our house, was open. I shook my head, trying to remember if I had left it open. When I realized that I hadn't someone had been in my room and open the window. Maybe it was Carlie, all though I had no clue on why she would want to come into my room. She was nine and didn't want anything to do with me. So I walked downstairs in search of food preferably peanut butter and Nutella. When I reached the last step, I noticed how many people were in my house. Most of them were wearing uniforms, but some of them were my neighbors. I don't think that they saw me but I defiantly saw them. Every single person looked scared, or preoccupied. I saw mum in the kitchen waiting around with a depressed look, not only was depression in her eyes and on her face, but also worry and anger. I tried to get her attention, but it was like she couldn't see or even hear me. I noticed that my voice was getting louder and louder to me, but mum just walked away. Suddenly I forgot all about the peanut butter and Nutella, and decided that I needed to find a mirror. Something wasn't right; no one could see me, which meant only one thing. I race up to my room; I barely touched the door handle and the door slammed shut all on its own. The mirror in my room was covered in pictures of me and Britanie over the years. There were some other girls in a few of the pictures, but I had no idea if they still lived around here or not. I was gazing at the border of the mirror, when I noticed two things. I looked carefully at one of the pictures to see that there was a picture of me and a girl with shoulder length golden blonde hair, sitting on the porch in front of our house. I looked closer and saw that the girl sitting next to me was none other than Rianne Matthews. I gasped, Rianne and I used to e friends in second grade. Rianne, my mortal enemy, the girl who hated my guts, the girl who was so evil that she was possibly related to Satan, used to be my best friend. I also noticed that we both had matching necklaces that spelled out Jessye Rianne when you put them together. I remembered that the necklace was in my jewelry box. But then that was when I had realized the second thing, I was dead. My eyes glided away from the pictures and towards the center of the mirror, I looked deep into the glass, but saw nothing. Like I wasn't even looking into the mirrored glass. I saw something move behind e, I saw a girl step out from the far shadows of my room. The girls long golden hair was tied up in a pony tail. Still I knew who it was, Rianne. But why was she here in my room? She turned around, and walked straight towards my ghost. I felt her shudder as she passed through my transparent shimmering body.

"I found it," she whispered. Rianne's hand drifted to my jewelry box, I saw her fingers closed around the heart shaped locket. I saw the necklace glint as Rianne took it out of its resting place. She slinked over to the open window, as she climbed out onto the roof; something happened that I had no control over. I saw Rianne fall to the ground, just feet away from my window, three stories up. I saw that she was still breathing, so I knew that I hadn't killed her, yet. But I also knew that I was extremely close to killing her. I didn't want to believe that I was dead, but I don't think that I had any choice.

five months later

I was still dead, nothing could change that. But on a higher note, Rianne was out of rehab, and came back to school. Yes I still hung around the building that held my tormentors captive for six hours a day. I knew that my family had finally realized that I was dead, and they had the funeral, two months ago. I was there; I had no ideas that that many people would show up for me. Practically the whole school was there, minus Rianne. I hung around her locker for a few minutes waiting for her to walk through the doors. When she did finally walk through the doors, she was waving like she was a princess. I noticed that she had a bandage on her left wrist. Wow she was gone for five months and all she comes back to school with just a sprained wrist. So typical of her. But I knew that Rianne had one big secret, she was a murderer. So therefore I'm dead, and my killer had just walked into the building. I felt something dripping from my invisible wrist. I looked down and saw that my own blood was dripping onto the tile, leaving an invisible puddle. I knew that now Rianne was going to pay, I walked over to her locker and wrote,
Now you will never forget me Rianne!
~Jessye
When she arrived at her locker, I whispered,

"Show yourself message." as the message written in my blood appeared. Rianne screamed and Principal Nichols came running.

"Miss. Mathews what is wr..." he paused as the message glinting in the light caught his eye.

"Jessye, that's her writing Mr. Nichols." Rianne whispered.

"That isn't possible Miss. Nickson is dead." he told Rianne.

"Then how did that message get onto my locker. She asked as she spat, her eyes were glowing like deep pools of sapphires.

"I have no explanation Miss Mathews." Mr. Nichols told her as he walked away. After Mr. Nichols was out of earshot, I walked over to Rianne and whispered,

"I'm still here and you can't get rid of me now."

Rianne started screaming, I got angry so her locker slammed shut.

"I know what you did to me," I whispered. "I am never going to forgive you for killing me."

"Jessye please, I was jealous of you I just wanted you gone. That's it, please forgive me." Rianne pleaded tears coming to her eyes.

"I don't care Rianne, I'm dead and now you have to pay for it." I hissed she shuddered and I could feel it.

"Please forgive me." she begged again. I didn't say anything else, but I saw Rianne fall unconscious just before everything faded to black. I couldn't see or hear anything anymore.

When the colour came back to my eyes, I noticed that it was dark out, and I had no clue where I was. Eventually I figured out that I was standing over my grave. I saw a figure walk up to me. She laid down a bouquet of roses and daises; she stood there for a while, before I saw a tear slip gracefully down her cheek.

"I'm sorry Jessye, now that you are gone I realized that I had made a mistake, but I can never take it back. I hope that you can hear me. I'm sorry again." Rianne whispered. Then I knew that Rianne was serious, and I forgave her. I could see something glowing bright and right in front of me.

"Goodbye Rianne, I forgive you." I said out loud to the girl. She looked around as I stepped into the glowing light. Then I knew that Rianne was forgiven and I was going to the place that all ghosts go to. I knew that it was done, everything made sense now. So there was no Turning Back.