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Chapter three

Arielle's wish was granted. Accordingly to them, I was dangerous and I posed a harm to my sister and them.

I did not even do anything wrong. Was it wrong to scream? Was I wrong to have let my frustrations out? When did expressing yourself become a crime?

Her absence was not a bother, infact, it only gave me more space. I could now do whatever I wanted without fear of her calling me a freak.

I pasted sticky notes of my new big science vocabularies on the walls. The first twenty chemical elements was also written in a fine sheet of white paper and pasted in a corner. My drawings and paintings were scattered all over. Yes, that was how big the room was. Arielle's loss!

When I was through, the room looked like a child's nightmare. It looked as if it was brought right out of a Halloween movie. I didn't intend for it to look like that, I swear.

Now I was free, at home at least. I couldn't say the same about school.

I rolled over to the side of the bed that had the shelf where I kept my wristwatch. The time was exactly eleven o'clock. I rolled back to the more comfortable side of the bed and forced my eyes shut, trying to get some sleep.

I heard a noise, more like something shuffling and moving around. It sounded right under my room, and directly under mine was Arielle's. Maybe she could not get any sleep like me and decided to set some things right in her matchbox room. "She still has a lot to do in there." I thought and mentally sneered at her. Good for her.

I thought about my life. I used to cause them so much trouble when I was younger. But I wasn't like that anymore. I had changed but what they still saw was the six year old girl that kicked fifteen year old Bern's crotch. What they saw was the eight year old girl that stabbed a watermelon multiple times in anger. I was punished severely for it. They said for me to have done that to a fruit, I could do worse to a human.

Looking back now, I realized how dumb my parents were. As far as I remembered, our mother had never been on my side in anything. She never pleaded to dad not to punish me. She'd rather add her own insult than take my side.

I decided to let it go. Holding grudges was wrong, I learnt that in church one of the few times I'd gone.

I decided to go speak with Arielle. I would let her know I was not what they thought I was. I was not a monster, I just needed someone to understand me. I stood up from my bed and walked to the door. I turned the doorknob to the right and waited. I changed my mind. "They can think whatever they want for all I care." I muttered and turned to go back to bed.

Something caught my eyes in the dark. I scuttled closer to the window to have a better view of what it was, or who. A silhouette was walking briskly from our front porch. I squinted and looked closely. Where had I seen that figure? It looked oddly familiar.

I racked my brain as the person walked briskly along the lone streets of our neighborhood.

It slowly occurred to me who it was and I wondered why he was at our house at that time.

It was the stupid ginger head from school.

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