The Juice is Worth the Squeezed

Chapter 5-Lights, Camera, Action!

Methel POV

"What happened to you?" asked my Mom quite surprised and concerned when she opened the front door of our house and saw me looking like a zombie.

I smiled, not wanting to show her the pain I'm having and experiencing right now. The bruises I have, and the insults I had from my fellow classmates.

"Methel! Tell me what happened," cried my Mom almost panicking.

"That school is really weird Mom," I replied embracing her and thinking of a very good reason to persuade her that everything is all right.

"Why? Why is it weird Methel?" asked my Mom still frantic but nevertheless, its controlled now.

I just hope this reason will be valid enough, I told myself before finally spilling my false thoughts in mind.

"There's this welcome ceremony for new students like me," I replied looking at her, her face full of confusion.

"Welcome ceremony?" asked my mother again obviously confused.

"Yes Mom," I replied nodding, "it's like the surprise food attack that a protagonist in a film receives when she's in a cafeteria."

I tried to sound cheerful to convince my Mom and I don't even know why I'm lying to her about the real reason of my food stained clothes and bruised body but I know, I should not tell her, not yet.

"Are you sure about that?" asked my Mom looking suspicious all of a sudden.

I nodded at her forcing myself to smile, I wanted to cry, to tell her the truth but I just can't, I want to deal with this problem on my own.

"Ok, come in now and go to the shower," said my Mom leading the way inside our small house.

I entered the house and felt home. The warm and safe feeling is never gone here. I can also smell the dinner for tonight and it made my stomach grumbles. Hours passed and temporarily, I had forgotten the things that happened to me this day. Everything's gonna be all right, I encouraged myself though it sounded weak and fragile.

"I'm going to bed now Mom, Dad." I told to the both of them, standing up from the old couch in front of the our old TV.

I kissed them both in the cheeks and made my way to my own small bedroom.

"Goodnight Meth," yelled my Dad before I closed the door of my room.

"Goodnight baby," chimed my Mom.

"Goodnight," I replied to them then I finally closed the door. Once inside, I went to my bed thinking about the onslaught of problems for tomorrow.

The biggest of them all is my problem about Geoffrey, should I start begging for his forgiveness tomorrow? Yes? No? Definitely NO!!! That stupid brat!!! What is he thinking about for pulling that prank? That I'm a tough guy like him? I will not beg for his forgiveness and that's final!

I'm also thinking about the next punishment that will surely fall upon me tomorrow. I just hope Phillip will be there, sitting at the bench under the shade of the huge tree in the garden, I really hope he will stand by my side tomorrow.

The next problem is about Phillip. Every time I think of him agreeing with his fellow F4, I feel like a worthless person, am I that bad? Does he recognize me as a friend at all or maybe he's just hiding his true self behind his pretty face?

No, of course not, I know he's not like that, I know he's a good person and I wanted to talk to him, that's why the old Nokia phone here in our house is with me here in my bed, maybe there's a chance that he will finally call me, or even text me.