I wake up and look at my clock. 7:01. Urgh.
I get up, and realized that I left my extensions in my hair before I went to sleep. Guess I was crying so much I didn't realize. But anyway, I go to the bathroom, which is just down the hall. I pass my mother's bedroom, and see that she's still sleeping. It's weird; maybe she has a day off. I look at myself in the bathroom mirror.
I am ugly.
But then I realized that I left my towel in my bathroom. Dammit. I always forget everything; right? As I walk back into my bedroom, I realized I got a text message.
From the same unknown number I got last night.
From the same proactive bitch.
I thought it was another threat message. I mean really? Another one? THIS early in the morning? She was really getting me mad.
Without reading the message, I texted back:
"Listen u ignorant little bitch. I understand that u want to ruin me and all, but just to let u know its not wrking. Ur going to have to try harder. And please if you really hate me tht much, why r you giving me all this attention? Exactly. So bye."
Ding.
Sended it. I put my phone back down on my dresser, thinking if that was a good comeback.
I quickly grabbed my towel, and went back to the bathroom. I take all of my clothes off and get in the shower. I usually put cold water, but I'm feeling a little nervous today. And when I feel nervous, I take baths with hot water.
And then I start to think.
What if Chris was in this? What if this was all just a set up, just so Gissell could have the more power? I start to think all of these things while I'm washing myself. Maybe I'll come up with a solution when I'm done.
So I've washed my hair, and got everything done. I put my hair extensions back in my hair, and got my clothes ready. I put light makeup on, just to look casual.
And then I start to question if sending that text message was a good idea. And THEN I start to realize that I didn't even read what Gissell sended me before I sended her my last text message.
Uhhhhhh.
I check my phone, and Look into my history. Here's what it says:
"hey Judy, this is Chris, hacking into Gissell's phone. I um...just wanted to say that I'm sorry; Gissell gets out of hand too much. And I had nothing to do with this. I swear. I'm really sorry. And I also wanted to say that to not pay attention to what ever Gissell says; the only thing you should believe is what comes out of my mouth. bye."
oh my god.
Wait a second. I have Chris' number, and Chris' have mine. What if this was Gissell PRETENDING to be Chris?
You see this is why you shouldn't trust anybody. This is the reason I am very anti-social. Because everybody just wants to fuck me over.
Then my phone starts to ring. And it's Chris.
"Hello?" I answer.
"Hey Judy. You got my message?"
"Wait what message?"
"The one about me not having to do with ANYTHING."
Well...it looks like he didn't have to do with anything after all.
"Um...I thought it was a hoax. I thought it was Gissell."
He chuckles. "Nah; it was me. Listen I don't know if you know this, but I really like you. You're the reason why I left Gissell; to be with you."
It's funny because he said that same exact words when we was walking together; before we kissed.
"Oh...." I didn't know what to say. "That's great because I-"
Then I hear laughter.
Laughter.
Wait a second, that's Gissell's laughter.
I hear her laugh up close, and then she says "GOT YOU!"
Oh no.
"LOL i can't believe you fell for that. His voice was recorded while you too were together; you know...before you made out with my boyfriend."
At this point I can't breathe. I felt like someone was choking me. I couldn't speak.
"What's the matter whore? Cat's got your tongue?" she says, with laughter in the background.
I hang up the phone.
I feel a tear running down my cheek. I got so mad I threw my phone at the wall and it shattered into pieces.
My mother comes running in the room, awoken by the noise.
"What in the world....Judy! Are you insane?!!"
I could feel that my cheeks were red and I was mad. Mad like the devil when he loses the war with Jesus. Mad like there's a fire burning in my body, waiting to burst out with kill everybody.
I grab my bag, push my mom out of the way.
"Judy get back here RIGHT this instance!"
I don't hear her voice. I run downstairs, and go away. I don't care where I go, but I'm most definitely not going to school.
I run. I run to the nearest area where I can cry in peace.
I can't stop running. I can't. I have to go far far away from this living hell.
Then I find a field with grass. I run to the middle, drop my bags, and drop myself on the grass. And I cry, and I cry, and I cry.
Why does my life have to be this way? Why does everybody hate me? What did I do to deserve this? I HATE my life!
5 minutes pass by and I turn over, lay on my back, wipe the tears and look at the sky. How beautiful is the sky. So peaceful, moving so slowly in all directions. Why can't life be like this? Peaceful, no hate, beautiful, and cruising slowly.
But no. Life has to be a living hell, where there is a lot of hate, no peace, and moving so fast.
Then I see a shadow, blocking my thoughts.
It's a boy. He's wearing a blue v-neck shirt, and ripped jeans.
"Are you ok?" he says, looking scared and concerned.
I say nothing, and get up. I shove all the grass off of my pants and shirt, and grab my bag from the floor.
"Yeah." I lie. I don't want to tell anybody anything.
"Are you sure? Because if you want-"
"I'm sure!" I cut him off, yelling. He looks offended, kind of like I said something bad about him. I guess I went maybe a little overboard.
"I'm sorry I just had a bad day and-" I stopped talking.
I just now realized how gorgeous this boy looks; all innocent and cute. He makes a face as in he's waiting to finish my sentence.
"...and, and I..."
"Don't want to be bothered? I get it. Im sorry." He finishes me off. I feel a little guilty. I just realized what my father always told me. He said 'If you have a bad day, or even maybe the worst day of your life; NEVER take it out on the people of your lives.'
And I promised to obey him ever since.
"No; IM sorry. I should've never been mean to you." I apologize.
He chuckles. That same chuckle Chris always does.
Grrr.
"It's ok. Hey; my name is Ray. Well my full name is Rayvon, but you can call me Ray." he smiles.
I smile back. "And my name is Judy. Judy Bernert.
"Well, Miss Bernert. I think you made a new friend." he says back.
I was kind of happy about that. I mean I haven't actually had a real friend before, and maybe this is a good start.
And also a good start to keep my mind off of Chris.
