Runaway Rescue

Chapter One: All around Bad Day!

I swear I fucking hate life....

It's been 2 weeks ever since my sister died...and life has been nothing but hell...now I have to start my Sophomore year without the only person who brought light to my world and to top it off....

"FATIMA!!!!" Yolanda calls out to her daughter, as she makes her way upstairs to her daughter's room. She stood in her doorway then said while putting lotion on her hands, "Sweetheart, you're going to miss the bus and I don't have time to take you to school today."

"Momma, please let me take a day off." Fatima whines, pleading, while sobbing. She wasn't crying before but the death of her sister is truly starting to hit her.

"Sweetheart, I can't let you miss too many days, at least go today and tomorrow to figure out where all your classes are and get the syllabus. I'll stay home with you on Friday but if you don't go today your father will have to stay....." Yolanda compromises but is interrupted...

"NO!" Fatima yells out in a frantic tone. As she wipes her eyes, "Ummm..that's ok, I'll just go." She uttered nervously as she put away her journal and grabbed her backpack. As she starts to quickly walk out of her room.

Looking confused at her sudden urgency, Yolanda stops Fatima in her tracks. She looks into her daughter's bloodshot eyes underneath her curly black and chestnut brown Afro which is covered with a black hoodie with an Emo Hello Kitty on it. Yolanda's heart sinks, "Sweetheart," she starts in a broken speech, "please tell me what's wrong? I know Faith..."

Fatima immediately wipes her tears and said, "Momma I'm fine ok. Please don't.."

A mother's conflict sets in. She wants to help her daughter but also knows that if she pushes, Fatima will ultimately shut down which will make everything worse. She's seen this look before as she thinks to herself, "Dear Lord, I can't lose another daughter."

Kissing her cheek, "ok sweetheart, I won't push but if you need anything..." she states

"I'll call you." Fatima replied, finishing her sentence. Leaving her mother standing in the doorway as she rushes off to the bus stop.

HillCrest High School...

Fatima gets to school and can feel all eyes are on her. Whispers begin as she passes through the hallway to her locker.

"Hey Killer..." a boy spits out in a cocky tone as he leans on the locker next to Fatima's, taunting, and laughing.

PUNCH!!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH" all his buddies yell out in shock as he stumbles over holding his nose. Everyone around them starts to whisper and laugh in shock.

"Don't FUCKING call me that or else your ass is next..." Fatima reiterates hovering over him ready for whatever.

"FATIMA HARRIS" a teacher shouts, "PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE NOW!!!"

Rolling her eyes, Fatima huffs with anger, "UGGGHHHHHH," she groans, "did you not hear what he called me." growling back at the teacher.

Walking up to her, "I did," she says calmly, "which is why I was on my way over here to get him, you didn't have to resort to putting your hands on him, Fatima."

"Man whatever," she scoffs walking off, "this some straight booty meat. These muthafuckas steady getting reckless with me and I swear I'm gone tear..." PUNCH/CRASH "all this shit up," she shouts through the hall putting her fist and forearm through a trophy case with no hesitation.

Fatima, the boy, and the teacher finally get to the principal's office and they call her mother, however there is no answer after multiple attempts so they call Fatima's father.