--Ally Christian
On Monday I wake up breathing heavily and covered in sweat. I throw the covers off of my bed and sit up, remembering the dream I just had. I'm so glad it wasn't real. I jump out of bed and run over to my bathroom mirror and look t myself. A sweat droplet runs down my forehead and the beads of sweat laying on my lip stare at me. I take off my clothes and take a shower trying to wash away the remains of the nightmare I just had about my mother.
"Where've you been?" My mom asked pointedly. I was sitting at the dinner table silent, the food sitting in front of me getting cold. I was not allowed to eat until my dad got home. Dinner was ready 30 minutes ago.
"I had to work late today," my dad said, and took his shoes off and sat down at the table across from me.
"You said you were getting off early today," my mom said, and leaned on the table with her hand.
"I know what I said, something came up," my dad said.
"Like what?" My mom asked suspiciously.
"Just some things I had to deal with," my dad said, getting aggravated.
"Does 'some things' include a girl that isn't me?" My mom asked.
"Are you accusing me of cheating?" My dad asked as if it was the most absurd thing he'd heard.
"What else do you expect me to think?" My mom asked, and raised her voice.
I slowly scooted out of my seat and ran out of the room. They didn't notice me.
"Well as my wife I expect you to trust me instead of thinking that everything I fucking say is a lie!" My dad screamed. I ran upstairs quickly and into my bedroom, but I could still hear them perfectly.
"Watch your mouth!" My mom screamed.
I heard a loud sound, like a smack. I covered my ears, but I could still hear them.
"Why can't you just believe me for once instead of hearing what you want to hear?!" My dad screamed.
Stop stop stop stop.
"I don't want to hear that my husband is cheating on me!" My mom screamed, but I could hear her voice crack. I could tell she was crying.
"Then why do you believe it! Why do you keep fucking saying it!" My dad screamed louder.
Stop stop stop!
I started banging my head on the wall and I knew the tears were running down my face.
"Watch your mouth!" My mom screamed. I heard another smack and then I heard a thump. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. I opened my eyes and saw my dad looking down at me with blood on his hands.
"You are so worthless Ally," my dad said, chuckling.
"I'm n-not w-worthless," I stuttered quietly. He slapped me hard and I fell over. I tried to scream again, but that's when I woke up.
After getting dressed, I still can feel myself slightly shaking at the thought of my dream. It felt so real, but in a way, so fake. I brush my teeth with shaky hands and grab my bag; running out to my car. I don't bother looking at my dad who's in the kitchen doing who knows what.
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I pull into the school looking at the thousands of kids pushing their way into the dark dirty hell that I call school. I watch as the ocean of hormones smile and giggle with their friends reminding myself how I have no one. No one to take "selfies" with. No one to laugh with. No one to hug or talk to about my darkest secrets. Of course, I would never tell anyone my darkest secrets. If I told anyone they would look at me like some helpless, hopeless little seven year old.
Once I park my car, I look at myself in the mirror. I look at my puffy, gross, red, swollen eyes. I grimace at the sight of me and I realize why Kate doesn't think I'm pretty. I pull the hood of my hoodie over my head, thinking that I'll just hide my face with my hair and hoodie. I don't want to draw any attention onto my horrible face.
Walking up to the school, I pull my bag closer to me when I see Kate and her friends sitting on the stones in front of the school. They're the only ones that don't look happy it seems like, well besides me.
When I get closer to Kate, she stands up and looks at me. Her eyes are full of anger and hurt as she stomps towards me.
"You," she says, "it's all your fault!"
I try to walk around her, but she slides over, staying in front of me. "You're the reason!" she screams at me.
I walk around her and walk fast with my head down towards the front doors. I have no idea what the hell this girl is talking about, but looking at her eyes and seeing the way she's screaming at me, I know that whatever I did, wasn't good.
"Don't walk away from me you slut!" she screams, pulling my arm and whipping me around to face her. It reminds me of what my dad did to me and I feel the anger starting to bubble up in me, but I know I can't do anything about that. At least, not here. Not now. Probably not ever.
She grabs hold of my hoodie and pulls me close to her. I drop my bag and I try my hardest to keep my head down so she won't see me. "You little whore! You think you can steal my boyfriend and then walk past me at school without getting your ass kicked?" she bellows. Once I notice that a circle is starting to form around us, I back up, out of her grip, and stumble backwards; taking in what she's saying to me at the same time.
Steal her boyfriend? When did I do that? I don't even know who her boyfriend is.
I spin around, leaving my bag on the ground, and I start walking away with my head down. She pulls me around once again, but this time she pushes me back and my head collides with the cement. I feel my head throb as everyone goes dead silent. I try to open my eyes, but I only manage to see black spots. After blinking a couple times, I start to realize why they all went dead silent.
My hood came off.
I sit up to come face to face to Kate who is now kneeling down. "Aw the baby's crying. You want your mommy you poor whittle baby? 'Cuz that slut ain't comin' to save your little ass!"
Everyone laughs, along with Kate. I feel my anger rise in me quickly like a volcano about to erupt. My hands tighten up to become fists and I clench my jaw. Then, what happens next takes everyone by surprise. No one knew I was going to do it. I didn't even know I was going to do it, but something takes control of my body.
I punch her.
Hard.
She falls on the ground in what seems like slow motion. Her body falling like a pancake that falls on a plate: flat. She covers her bleeding nose and the crowd goes dead silent. I look around at everyone. Some have their mouths wide open and some are video taping me. I look back at Kate who is holding her bleeding nose and staring at me in fear. Her vision quickly shifts as I hear footsteps behind me. They get closer and closer. Then, I turn to face the person that the footsteps belong to.
Principal Georgia with her arms crossed and a frown on her wrinkly old face. This won't end well.
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