The Alpha's Weakness

Chapter 2

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

I smack my alarm off. Not that I got any sleep anyway. After Frank and his friends were through with me, Camille came through and beat me with her sharpest stilettos. I guess the fireball shots she did with her friends awoke the fire anger she had inside about bailing me out of jail.

I rolled off my mattress and shuffled to the shower. I stripped down and jumped in, careful to be quiet so I didn't wake up Frank and Camille. After washing my hair, I got started on my body. Noting the jutting bones under my skin covered with cuts, scars, and bruises. The cigarette burns that line my thighs hurt the most to wash as they were the freshest - only occurring 2 hours previously.

Drying myself off, I grabbed a maroon long sleeve shirt and a black hoodie to wear to school. My jeans were an obvious no due to the new burns in my skin so I chose black leggings and my old worn out converse. After polishing off a full face of makeup to hide my new bruises, I did my morning line of cocaine. Just enough to give me a boost of energy and keep me awake during the day. I grabbed my backpack from next to my dresser and snuck out of the house quietly. Digging through the pockets of my backpack I grabbed my lighter and a blunt I had stashed the day before. I love to smoke on my mile walk to school. It not only relaxes my mind so it's easier to keep quiet in school but also relaxes my body so the bruises don't bother me as much while walking around. Between the morning cocaine and the blunt, I'm almost a fully functioning person.

I finish my roll right as I reach the edge of the school property. Snuffing out the roach, I drop in some eye drops to cover my now reddened eyes and walk up the walkway to Spartanburg High.

I've been at this school for 5 years and yet I have no friends. Not for lack of trying, though. I had a couple of girls try to talk to me and befriend me when I first arrived, but with all of Frank's rules, they quickly and quietly were removed from my life. Leaving me alone. Though once you get labeled as the loner who smells like weed and always wears sweatahirts even in the heat, you tend to get even more isolated. If that's even possible.

No one pays me any attention as I walk through the halls to my first hour English class. I love English. Reading is one of my favorite hobbies.. not that anyone ever knew it. Reading while high was my favorite hobby of all. With the Marijuana making the world slow down, my imagination can fly anywhere. Controlled by the books, of course, but the vivid colors and descriptions that happen while I'm reading - breathtaking.

I was just sitting down in the back corner of the class when the first warning bell rang. All the other students in the class shuffled in within the next two minutes to avoid the tardy slips that were commonly handed out after missing the final bell of the morning.

"Good morning, class!" Mrs. Pollo announces. Mrs. Pollo is a nice woman, moderately tall at 5'7" with pinned up brown hair and a very pregnant belly. Today, she is wearing a striped short sleeve maternity shirt with bell bottom jeans and flats. Her husband teaches science just a couple doors down, so he often visits during his prep hours. Mrs. Pollo has taught us since our sophomore year. My class, being the senior class and graduating later this year, means she knows us all pretty well. So well, in fact that some of the popular kids planned her a baby shower a couple of weeks ago during the school day so they could give her gifts and celebrate.

"I know we left off yesterday working on your mid-term essays, but I thought today we would take a break and -" Mrs. Pollo breaks off as her desk phone begins to ring.
"Hello, Mrs. Pollo speaking"
"Mhm."
"Yes."
"Of course."
"Okay. Will do"
"Bye,"
"Liz, will you go down to the office please. You have a visitor. "

All eyes turn to me. It's not uncommon for me to get called to the office as they often try to catch me with my weed on school property, but never have I ever had a visitor.