Faults, Scars, and Guitar Strings

Chapter 13

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Chapter 13

Alicia started emailing me regularly. David didn't agree, but Lolita and my parents thought it was a great idea. She was still a part of this family. Lolita was still hanging around the house and at school. We were still trying to figure out a way to help improve the bullying at my house. I've been going on a regular basis now and I was finally able to handle all the bullying I got on a daily basis. Ironically, it was starting to dial down now. The bullies did not acknowledge me at all which I considered to be a lot better than before. Obviously because they knew my brother was David but I like to think that the speech I gave had something to do with it too. Certain students tried to talk to me here and there in the hallways or in class knowing my family is famous. I could see through them immediately so I made sure they understood I did not want to be friends. Maybe it sounds mean, but I do not want fake friends; especially after all these years of bullying. I want to make real friends.

Cameras followed us everywhere though. As soon as they found out David and Lolita were staying here they wouldn't leave us alone. Every day I saw new pictures of us; in magazines, on TV, and on the internet. Just when I thought I was getting better, a camera was being shoved in my face. Everyone wants to know about me. It's like we're the secret family and everyone wants to know the secret. I debated every day whether it was worth it or not. Eventually David and Lolita reminded me that I was miserable before and even though I hate the attention I'm not alone anymore. I'm not miserable either so I know I have to deal with the new attention. Maybe I'll even figure out a way to enjoy it. I can't be hypocritical about it. I hated being invisible and now I am not invisible. David admitted to the world in an interview about being my brother. He answered every question and told everybody who his family is. Lolita admitted being friends with my family too. In an interview someone asked her about spending all her time with David and I. After everything I've been through, I should be happy that there is anyone proud to tell the world that they know me. For that I am thankful. I should not complain about my new found attention. It would not be fair.

When I got done with my morning workout I got ready for school and started walking. Walking also became a daily thing. It gave me time to think about things, and it was also a great workout. It was usually too early in the morning so the photographers didn't follow me. They usually only followed me on the way home. The rest of the day they tried to track down either Lolita or David. I walked into school relieved to see everyone wasn't staring at me. My new girly imagine had caused people to freak out for a while. The makeover was Lolita's idea. She said a new recovery calls for a new look because I don't want to be reminded about who I was before. Besides, all my old clothes became big on me a long time ago. I did not have any confident back then so the idea of shopping made me sick. After the shopping spree she took me to her favorite salon and they changed my hair too. It'll all take getting used to. I walked to my locker and threw my bag in before grabbing my books for the first class. Surprisingly, it has become one of my favorite classes...besides English. Ever since David got me writing in that journal I haven't been able to stop. I write about everything now which I think is good. I don't feel out of control anymore. I feel in control and my confidence is growing.

I walked into class, on time again, surprise. I sat down in my regular seat watching everyone else pour in. The bullying has come down to them giving me weird looks the entire day. I'm completely okay with that, it helps me keep my head held high. I've risen above them all and it annoys them to no end. The teacher walked in to begin the class and he pointed me out first. "Miss Dane?" he said.