The Blue Rose

"Oh my gosh! Linsey, look how ugly her shirt is! Get a new wardrobe attention freak!"When ever I get made fun of I always try to ignore it. But sometimes they just go far. They make fun of my mother. She has a drug addiction. They also make fun of my father and brother. They both abuse my mother and me. How do they all know this. Let me tell you.

Flash back.....................................................................................................

"Dad please!! I'll Be good for now on!!!!" As I yell at the top of my lungs, my dad is beating me the old fashioned way. With his belt. This isn't just any belt. He had it specially made. It has 20 razor sharp spikes on the smooth leather belt.

My mom try's to stop him, but my brother is holding her back. The reason why my bother and my father hate me because I used to have a sister. Of course she was the favorite of my father and brother, but my mom used to favor me. They all blame me for her death. That's when they started beating me and my mother became a druggy.

"HELP ME!!!!! PLEASE!!!! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!!!!" When the police finally came, I had lashes from the spikes on my back. There was blood running down the spine of my back. One of the police men came over he picked me up and took me to his car so I could ho to the ER. When I turned my head to see who it was I saw that it was Sarah's father. She was the leader of the preps. One I saw her father I knew this was going to be all over the place.

End of flash back.................................................................................................

How did he not go to jail. He did. His "friend" baled him out because he thought it was right that he was beating me. Then Mr. Story decided to tell his daughter that I was beaten. She told the whole school it was a scam and it was all for attention. Now I get bullied most everyday. I get beaten at least three times a week, and I can't get my grades up for college. Awesome right! No.

BRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGG!!!!! Now I am in English class. The pit of the hell I'm living in. Why you ask? Because all the stupid preppy people are all in this class, that's why.

"Attention students attention." Mrs. Marshall said. She always try's to get the classes attention but most the time it doesn't work. So Mr. Aborn comes in and tells the class to shut up. Surprisingly she got the class to shut up today.

"Now class, we are having a writing assignment. As you all know we are learning about poems. So your assignment will be to right a poem about your life. How your life is wonderful, or even maybe sad, or it may be exciting. I don't know what your life is like, that's why I'm doing this assignment. That and I'm required too."

Oh my gosh! This is my chance to share my feelings about my life. About everything! Just not specifically, because you know I'm attention obsessed.

"So Ms. Attention what are you going to do with your poem? Hmmm? Roses are red, violets are blue, my father beats me, and my mother is a druggy!" As the snobs start to do there stupid popular laugh I just walk away trying not to punch them in the face. I'm just happy they don't make fun of my sister. It's only because nobody knows about my sister. The police never got that information. How that happened. I have no idea.

Another bell rang. Finally! The of the day. The end is the best part of the whole day.

When I walk past a book store on my way home. The "blue rose" I see a cute boy, he has brown, soft hair, beautiful blue eyes, and he his pretty fit. Not to muscly, but not too skinny either.I see him reading. Reading! Most cute boys are interested in football, or soccer, but reading!! Man did I get lucky. I try to tell my self that I only buy new books on Monday and Friday. Today is Wednesday.i just couldn't help my self. I started to walk in. But my house is just around the corner, so my brother just happens to walk out at that time.

"Elizabeth! Get your butt in this house before I beat you!!" Oh....so close. When I walk in, my father slaps me across the face with his strong bare hand."What the heck was that for!" I scream. They usually have a "reason" to hit me. This time I know I didn't do anything wrong. "You where looking at the new boy at that stupid book store!!" He yelled." What's the problem with that? Bret over here is always dating and sleeping around!!"

As the words fall out of my mouth, I had realized I stepped on very dangerous territory, I just told the secret I wasn't supposed to know. My dad doesn't care about him dating. But sleeping around.... thats a whole different story.

"You did what?! How dare you!! I told you about sleeping around!!" "Dad you seriously believe her? She's an attention freak remember? She's just saying that for attention!" My bother glared at me like I was a victim of his murder plans. "Of course she did. You dare try to turn me against my own son!!" My father grabbed his belt and started to swing. He got me one time in the face with the dangerous belt, but before he got me again I ran out of the house and just started to run.

I only got to the corner before I stopped and started to cry. There was a throbbing pain That I just couldn't ignore. I touched my face to see if there was any blood to the mysterious wound. I pulled my hand away, of course there was blood.

For about an hour I just sat there on the lawn of the Blue rose, crying. Trying to figure out where I was goi g to sleep or get food. "Hey, are you okay?" A mysterious voice said. "Who are you?" I whispered,trying to cover my face so this person doesn't see my swollen face.

"I'm Derek, you saw me earlier at the window if the book store." Crap!!! He saw me looking at him. I thought I was sneaky there, guess not. "How did you know that was me?" I said. Trying mot to cry from the wound on my face. "I just recognized you. Now, what is your name?"

"Elizabeth, what are you doing out here so late at night?" I asked as I wiped the tears from my face. "I was taking out the trash so I didn't have to do it tomorrow. My name is Derek. Why don't you come inside for a drink, and also to clean that wound on your face." I thought about the pros and cons of this. Pros, I could actually have a friend and maybe in the future have a loving and caring boyfriend. Or have my father find out and get beat for the hundredth time. "Sounds like a plan." I stand up and followed him to the door of the blue rose.