Is It Just Me... Or Is Everyone Crazy?

By C. S. Warner

It's a new semester with a new class schedule and Lydia finds that her crush is in one of her classes. Dealing with her mother's neurosis after her divorce gave Lydia a thick skin, but that might not be enough when she experiences Derek's unbalanced behavior. After a confusing first encounter they spend the next couple weeks going back and forth before her life as she knows it takes a drastic turn.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mr Blues Publishing
• Release date: Oct 22, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310051784

C. S. Warner

?C.S. Warner grew up with a love of the horror and science fiction genres – as evident in her writing. Because of that passion, she has worked on ghost tours and as a paranormal investigator to give her stories life. Using her experience as a foundation for her writing, Warner creates worlds in which her readers can get lost.?

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Is It Just Me…

or is everyone crazy?

By:

C. S. Warner

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Chapter One

The First Meeting

Each stride bounced off the waxed floor as Lydia made her way through the crowded halls of her high school. It was her first day back for the new semester; back to the monotony of swimming against her peers toward the cafeteria that, once again, was at the other end of campus from her last class.

She pushed through the double doors that led out to breezeway and took a deep breath. The straps of her backpack weighed heavy on her shoulders with the addition of new books while her stomach roared in frustration at her for going so long without nourishment. She continued between the brick buildings, sweat beginning to drip from her forehead, until the cafeteria came into sight. Other students passed her by, already recharged and marching on to another tedious lecture. Her posture suffered as she trudged on.

During the last semester when Lydia made the same journey to the lunchroom she had developed a routine, one in which she looked forward to each day. She desperately hoped it would continue and felt the butterflies flutter through her body as she looked at each passerby’s face for him; wishing out loud he still had the same lunch hour -just before hers. Tall and slender with short brown hair, tight pants and t-shirts; she didn’t know his name or even his grade, but each time they crossed paths their eyes would lock and he’d smile that heart-melting grin at her.

Whew, Lydia thought as he came into view. She smiled and held her breath; he smiled back; she blushed her usual red and shyly turned away, beaming as she entered the cafeteria.

All through lunch, though surrounded by friends, Lydia glazed over letting her mind wander to her new classes, television shows from the previous night, and ultimately back to her mystery man. Her best friend since kindergarten, Mariah, kept the table entertained and it seemed no one noticed Lydia wasn’t even really there.

Mariah was a blogger, mostly about fashion and ‘Goth Couture’, or whatever she called it. She had short spiked black hair, in contrast to Lydia’s long brown, wore skirts and boots and button down blouses while Lydia stayed in shorts and t-shirts with tennis shoes. Lydia wasn’t unattractive or plain, but she preferred to stay comfortable.

The bell echoed over the already loud commotion signaling that lunch was finished. Lydia bustled along with the others to her next class, AP Biology. The AP hall appeared deserted as she walked in-between the rows of lockers and doors until she found her room, #406. The wooden door was heavy as she pushed it in. To her right was the teacher’s desk centered in front of five rows of student desks facing it.

There were only about six other students already scattered around. What are the odds? she asked herself as she locked eyes with her fantasy boyfriend in the front seat of the first row. Quickly looking away, she walked past him to the center aisle and continued about three seats back. Through her peripheral vision she saw him turn to look at her but busied herself with her text and notebooks to appear only interested in the lecture to come.

The teacher walked in, a thin blonde woman with what Lydia considered ‘bug-eyes’ and sat at the desk in front of the stained whiteboard covered in pink spots from the red dry erase marker, obviously of choice. Lydia had had her for two other classes and always enjoyed her happy demeanor. Even though Mrs. Weber was anti-evolution, conflicting with Lydia’s views, she was still a good teacher and made it easier for Lydia to express no interest in him.

Let’s see, Mrs. Weber pulled out a roster, a small class, only ten, the minimum required. A moment later the second bell rang and she began. Lydia listened intently for her crush’s name during