The Edicius Girl

Chapter 2

It was a rainy day,  I was in the cafeteria with my besties. 

         To my left,  Mayra Abrams. She expresses herself really well. One she told the teacher--was about to-- " I think you're a b--" I immediately placed my hand on over mouth and smiled. Okay, okay, maybe ahe isn't the best but hey! She at least tells how she feels unlike me. Anywhoo, she's noisy, friendly and is a great listener. You have a problem? No problem! She will listen to you. Why didn't I tell her about my thoughts? I was scared. Yes, I was scared she'll judge me, so I decided not to.

        To right,  Addison O'Neill. Smart, beautiful and athletic.

        In front of me, Hayden Gaskin. Handsome, sporty, likes wait… nope loves acting dumb.

        Across to my right,  London Akers. My guy-friend crush. Handsome London. He's sporty and smart.

         Across to my left this time,  Logan Kerns. Cute, sporty and also smart.

         The thing about us is, I like London, he likes Addison. Addison likes Jayden. Jayden, he likes his neighbor,  Liz Eckert. Longan likes who knows who. He never wanted to tell anyone. Mayra she says her prince hasn't appeared yet. Yup, we're pretty messed up. The bell rang and we made our way to our classes, we all take our own ways like lone rangers. On my way to class somebody bumped "accidentally" into me. I mean who bumps into you and sends you flying to the other side of the hallway? I saw who it was, Josh ofcourse the bully.

        "Hey shorty!" He said to me.

        "What do you want?", I snorted.

        "Shut up! I'm bigger than you!"

        "Oh really?!?  Well, you're bigger than me in height. But I'm bigger than you in brain!" I replied with a Chessire grin. The hall went silent and "ohh!", "burned!!" and also " treated, Josh!" we're said and repeated at Josh.

         --That's what he gets-- I thought.

    The rest of the day went normal. When I got home I was wet because it was raining and I didn't have my umbrella with me. I was at the door when I started looking for my keys.

        --Holy shit! They have ti be here mother fucking shit!-- I thought. Then a freaking miracle happened! The keys appeared. I opened the door. I'm guessing and using my logic that I was really wet because I slipped and fell.  That is when, I regret it. My father came in and yelled,  "You mother fucking worthless bitch! You're drunk aren't you bitch! Mother fucking slut."

     Yep, that's we're my language comes from.

   "You're the mother fucking bitch you idiot", I murmured under my breath.

        "What did you just say you slut?" He turned around and he started to unbelt his belt.

         "No--no--nothing" I studdered.

         "I am going to show you how to respect your father."

     I felt how the belt made contact with my skin. Judging by how bad it hurt,  I knew there where going to be bruses. When everything was over, I pulled myself up to my room and searched through my drawer until I found my trusty little metal friend: the blade. I made a gentle not too deep cut. After that one I knew it wasn't enough so I made a deeper one and did that for a good 3 minutes. I saw how the beautiful blood stream came out of every single cut. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.