The Half Breed{girlxgirl}

I Love Me Some Steak

Jess's Point of View

                      Something about this Alex girl was......off. Not that she was pyscho or anything (although  her eyes are weird) she put off a strange vibe. There was definetly more to her, not that I wanted to know or anything. Although she is very....alluring.

        Walking in the abandoned Music class I pulled out my poetry notebook.  Since the school funding goes to the fooball team they had to cut alot of "less entertaining classes" in Principal Farley's words. Dust settled over old cellos,tubas, and other beaten up instruments. I ran my fingers over the wooden piano in the corner. They literally ached to dance across the keys and produce beautiful melodies. Ever since I can remember I have been able to play the piano. In the orphanage the kids used to gather around to dance senselessly as I played "Old MacDonald" or I'm a Little Teacup."

But ever since I moved in with Frank......he just wouldnt allow it. I dont show people how I feel, I mean why should I? They dont care and it's too easy for people to use your emotions against you. Thats one thing Frank taught me. After he took away the one way I could express myself in music I started to write poetry because it was all I had left. When I write all those bottled up emotions just leak out onto the paper relieving me from some of the pain.

Clouds of lies,

Tears of truth,

Things known and unknown,

lost inside you,

Winds of love

Storms of hate

The world has already sealed your fate.

I stared at the words on the page. Why did i write that? What was that supposed to mean? I was too tired to put any thought into it so closed my notebook and set the alarm on my phone for 3:20 so i could get to detention. There was no point in attending the rest of my classes, I screwed today up anyway.I drifted off to sleep in seconds.

A few hours later I woke up with my head leaning against an old cello and turned my alarm off. I stood up wearily and sluggishly made my way to detention. As I walked in all my outcast friends were already there. Jordan the school bad boy who really wasnt an outcast. All the girls loved him and all the guys thought he was the coolest. Macey Webster the super- genius- future Steve Jobs- prodigy. Max Howard the computer wiz. And Larissa Hart the artsy hipster. 

As for me well....i dont really know what category I fit in. I have friends obviously but outside of school im pretty much a loner.

"Hey Jess." they all said without even looking up. 

"What are you in for?" Larissa asked."Let me guess some prissy girl got on your nerves and you punched her in the face."

"Well a girl is definetly getting on my nerves."

"Why are you always so vague and mysterious?" chuckled Max.

"I'm not mysterious." I said.

I walked to the opposite side of the classroom to the comfy bean bag chair and plopped down in it.

"So in celebration of being are usual screw-up selves, I say we all go to the Summer Carnival one last time before it closes for the winter."Jordan said.

"Im game."

"Me too"

"Lets do it."

Then all heads turned to me.

"You guys know im not a people person let alone crowds."

"Come on Jess! You gotta get out of you shell." Macey pleaded. "Even a nerd like me has to go and have some fun."

"It looks like its going to rain." I tried to find an excuse but they just werent going to let this one go.

"Jess, shut up you love the rain. If you go I'll buy some steak on stick from Joe's Hometown Cookin." Jordan said in a sing-song voice.

My head immeadiatley snapped up and my eyes went wide.

"Make it two sticks and it's a deal." there is nothing, and i mean NOTHING like Joe's steak on a stick. My friends know its my weakness and they use it to blackmail me all the time.  Besides the fact that its delicious, Frank never buys any food so my diet consists of Ramen noodles and other various cheap junk foods.

After detention was over I rode my skateboard home singing Bruno Mars "it will rain." If you didnt know Oregon is a really rainy state. I rolled up to my stupid apartment and as soon as i turned the handle i was yanked inside by a Angry-For-No-Reason Frank.

"What took you so long?" his breath reeked of alcohol.

"I got detention." no use in lying.

SLAP.

I touched the place where he hit me. I use to volunteer at a nursing home and when i would tell him where i was he would be even more mad  than if I told him I got in trouble. Either way i would get abused but the punishment was worse if i was doing something good in my life. Frank really loved dragging me down in his misery.

"Clean up around here. It stinks."

I wonder why. If i was going to get me some of that awsome steak I would have to hurry up. I started to scrub the pizza sauce stains out of the couch when i started to feel dizzy.