It was about 5am when I awoke that morning to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, the touch of a soft hand, and the sound of a light conversation between 2 people. I seriously couldn't make out their faces from me being exhausted and from me crying my eyes out just a few hours earlier.
It was Bebe and some whore.
"We just should've left her here Bebe! She's a lost cause and we waisted money buying food for her! Do you see how skinny she is, I doubt she'd even eat it! You know how anorexic girls think" Said the whore.
Bebe just shook her head and smiled. If I remember she started getting the loose strands of hair out my face, "When we started freshman year I was lost and she was the only girl who stayed by my side, she's been quiet lately and I'm worried". Her voice trailed off after that sentence.
I rolled over onto Bebes lap and covered my eyes to avoid eye contact and said "Where am I"
Both of them looked quite uncomfortable for a few second then Bebe broke the silence by saying "Molly, why don't you get going to school, I'll meet you there later". The whore got up so fast we hardly saw her and she was out of sight in about two seconds.
She told me I ended up in an ally on the other side of the train tracks, the poor area of South Park. I was so shocked that I didn't get mugged.
"Wendy", she sat up and grabbed my hands,"I'm worried, please don't get the idea that the rest of the world is out to get you, because it isn't".
Finally I thought, someone who cares for my well being. I love Bebe, not in a romantic way. Just like the way you would love your older sister or brother.
"Hey Wen, you know that boy Eric Cartman, the one who got left back when we were sophomores. It turns out that he's on the same punishment as you, but the principle made a strict agreement with him that if he keeps up his grades and acts in a good manner they'd let him stay the whole year. Please, could you try and make the same agreement with the principal. If you left school I wouldn't know what to do." She began to cry. I could've been fooled to if I didn't have my state of the art Bull Shit detector. Instead of getting into any type of discussion or debate with her I just nodded my head and tried to look as sincere as possible.
Eventually she and I left and went to my house. She said she didn't mind being late to school if she was with me. So I showered and got myself cleaned up.
I was not about to let that opportunity pass me by. I made a mental list of everyone in the school who hated my guts or was pissed off at me for some reason or another, and they all expected me to get expelled. If I ride through till June I could probably graduate with my class! And that'd piss them off even more!
When I was walking down the stairs with the biggest grin on my face, a wicked smile from ear to ear. Bebe jumped when she saw my face.
I began rushing down the stairs and grabbed her wrist and rushed out the house so fast we didn't even turn off the television.
"What's the rush Wendy"?!?She kinda screamed throughout gasping breaths.
"I have a plan and it's gonna be big"!!
We accelerated so hard into the glass doors when we finally arrived into school so hard we fell back due to the impact. I told her to go to class because I had a visit to make with the principal and I sure as hell wasn't about to let anyone stop me.
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Wendy's Drawing Book
Short StoryShit The word I used a lot during the years of 2011-2013 I was told to keep all my thoughts in a broken down notebook some whore found in the back of her closet or whatever. I was forced into accepting.......his suggestion of doing this shit. He t...