Little Red

Chapter 1

  (Three months earlier)

I was sitting in the lunch room eating my lunch with my 'crew', which consisted of Lauren, Katie, Nate, Cameron, and Rachel. Rachel and I have been best friends since middle school. She is my rock, and I am her ray of sunshine. She has auburn hair, and brown eyes. Nate and Cameron are huge players, they flirt with us even, but we see each other more as friends. They both are rather tall, and are on the football team. Nate has brown hair thats long at the top and short on the sides, and blue eyes.

Cameron has blonde hair that he combs to the side with emerald green eyes. Lauren is the cheer captain, and is always flirting with some althete that she says is always, 'really hawt'. She is perfectly tan and has golden blonde hair that is always straight or in waves cascading down her back. Katie always knows the latest gossip. She is the one who is always on her phone, takes too many selfies, and has a lead on whose dating who. She has dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. Katie always has her hair in a pony tail or french braids that goes halfway down her back.

We were chating about the boys' football season, when who shows up?

Brittany Cherlton.

The two words I absolutely hate. She is one of the most popular girls in school, and is a complete fake. Fake blonde hair, fake nails, fake boobs. You name it, and it is probably fake. Katie says she even wears blue contacts, although it may not be true...

"Oh, check it out girls. The nerd is actually talking!" She says and the group of people around her start to laugh as she points at me.

"What are you talking about Brit? Or should I call you brat?" Rachel defends me. I just look at the ground. It's true, I am not the most social person. Too much a goodie goodie to go to the parties, and always keeps an A in her classes.

"Aww, you call that a comeback? Maybe you should let Cassie over here fight her own battles... oh, right! She can't even speak, it's pathetic really!" Brittany sneers at me and crosses her arms when I remain silent, "See? Nothing. Wow, maybe your just like your idiot brother. Mentally challenged in everyway. I bet your parents hate you both." 

Okay, make fun of me all you want, make fun of my family your dead! Especially my little brother. It isn't his fault he has learning disabilities. He is only 4, and already people are making fun of him.

"You b*tch!!" I screamed at her, then got up and punched her. I heard several gasps and a few people started pointing behind me. I didn't pay attention as I started walking toward Brittany again. Yep, the goodie goodie punched the popular brat.

Brittany's hands flew up to cover her probably bruised face and she started cowering and crying. Really?

"Miss. Hale! In my office now!!" I spun around to see Mr. Newberry. The principal.

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"Miss. Hale, I have already called your parents they are on their way. Now, why on earth would you hit Brittany?" He asked my while sitting behind his big desk. I was in front of it in one of two chairs.

"She was making fun of my brother." I replied honestly. I wasn't the only one at fault here! He shook his head.

"Why would Brit-" He was cut off by his office phone going off. He reach over and picked it up, "This is Principal Newberry, how can I help you?"

I watched as his eyes went wide and he looked at me. He hung up the phone and crossed his hands on his desk. He looked at me, and I saw a grim expression on his face.

"I am so sorry Cassandra. That was the hospital, your parents were in a car wreck."

All I remember before I passed out was one thought, of that sweet little boy.

Tommy

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(Present)

Cramped, that's all I feel. Every day I do the same things, every motion, almost without emotion. I need escape, no not from life. Tonight is the annual bonfire and the perfect time to leave. They would be telling the stories about the beasts at the bonfire.

Tommy always loved the stories, I thought to myself. I choked down a sob, and continued to pack my bag and think.

Everyone always goes, so I wont need to worry about being caught. I throw in some random clothes, socks, shoes, and undergarments. Then, I head downstairs to the kitchen with a different bag.

My parents and brother died in a car crash three months ago. I was devastated. Tommy was only 4!! A drunken bastard crashed into their car and they flipped. The whole car went flying in the air, then landed upside down. It instantly killed both my parents, but Tommy was severely injured and taken to the hospital. They thought he would make it, but they didnt see that he was internally bleeding.

I went to the hospital every day for three weels until he died, leaving me to live with my grandma, Sylvia. Don't get me wrong, I love my grandma, but I felt alone. Like a hole was in me and wouldn't be filled. Rachel tried to cheer me up, but I was emotionless. I was no longer the Ray of Sunshine.

It was my fault! If I didn't hit Brittany, my parents and baby brother would still be here! Tommy would be listening to the stories, sitting on me or mom's lap. Dad would make us s'mores and give us his famous eye-wrinkled smile. We would still be living in my parents' house, and I would go read Tommy a story and kiss his head good night. I thought to myself and broke down. I sobbed and leaned against the wall in our kitchen. I slowly fell down and put my head in my hands.

My fault, my fault, my fault. A voice chanted in my head. My hearts was being broken all over again. And it was MY FAULT!!

*****

The pack I am carrying continues to grow heavier as I trek. My legs are almost numb and they have been doing the same motion for so many hours that I could do this in my sleep. God, sleep sounds nice. I continue to press on through the dark woods. I hear the occasional bird chirp, the branches under my feet snaping, and my own heart beating so fast it might just beat out of my chest.

Still, I continue on. I walk further, and deeper into the woods. I was a little nervous a first, but I felt safe in the woods. The hole seems to hurt less, and I felt better. More like my old self, but I doubt I could ever be my old self again. She was happy, and had every right to be.

Me? I had a past I never wanted to speak about ever again. I wore grey and dark colors, they seemed to match my mood. My eyes had bags under them that never went away. You would find me sitting in the back of the class, barely even aware I was there. I was failing school because I never knew what we were doing, I honestly didn't care anymore. It just wasn't fair. Why did this happen to me? What did I ever do to deserve this?

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