Battered and Bruised.

January: entry 2

I stayed uncomfortable that whole class, he just kept looking at me. was there something wrong? did I look terrible? did my breath smell? I don't think so. I walked slowly out of class, waiting for all of the traffic to end in the doorway. "Hey, Justine!" Caitlen called out, I spun around seeing her large flashy smile. "Hey, Cate." I said. "Look, that new guy, what's his name? oh yeah! Chase! He's looking at you!" I turned around listening to what Caitlen had just said. it was true. "Hey, Justine? right? well, whatever, show me your arm." he spatted out. it was more of a demand than a request. Oh no. I showed him my arm, sleeves covering them. "pull the sleeves up." he demanded again. I slowly turned around and grabbed Cate's hand, we ran. I ran to our next class.

that whole day I was worried about anyone else seeing the hard to endure bruises, so I tried keeping my arms covered the whole time.

When I finally got home I signed out of relief. "MOM!" I screamed out. No response. "MOOOOOM!" I called out again. still no response. she must be out with friends. "DAD?" I called out. thank god he didn't respond. I went upstairs and sat on my bed, pulling out my iPod, I was pretty proud of it, 5th gen. and I had bought it with my own money! I worked almost half the summer working for the money to get that thing. I opened my music and started playing my whole playlist of Ed Sheeran, One Direction, and Taylor Swift. Starting with The A Team. "White lips, pale face, breathing in snow flakes, burnt lungs, sour taste..." the song began, so did my humming. I loved to sing, so much to the point to where almost every second of every day I was singing, except for in school. "and they say she in the class, A Team, stuck in her daydreams, been this way since eighteen but lately" I sang softly to myself, Ed Sheeran always spoke to me, in a cooing voice, might I add. His singing was angelic, I have a connection with the music. Sadly the song ended but Little things played right after that. I smiled to myself. After the song ended, I felt a call coming in. It was Hana. "Hello, this is the ratchet Justine you are speaking to, how may I help you?" I said, that was our inside joke.

it was at a McDonalds and the lady was joking to us saying "Heello dis be LaQueefa da ratchet." she spoke into the mic of her headset, coming through to the other end. we laughed for hours about it. so that became our inside joke. "Aye, Justine Comes tuh muh hurse." she said in her most "ratchet" voice. "urrkeyy" I said back, giggling. I hung up the phone and started down the stairs, I grabbed my coat and left.