Genevieve Anderson, the girl that had been left behind and forgotten.
In a town where everybody knows everybody, meaning that no one goes unnoticed. Nobody just grabs a bag and leaves in the middle of the night, without someone seeing something. No...
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Chapter Fifteen - present
"If I could go will myself to talk to you, I would love to tell you how much I hate our parents. I would love to tell you just how much a person can rip a sport from you. I would love to tell you about my relationship with my food. I would love to tell you to fuck yourself, over and over again"
I loved to fake that I loved letting my hair down, as I sat in the bleachers of our high school, dressed head to toe in our school gear. I would do it for Jack, and Beckett, but some days, I wasn't a fan. Like today, when I felt like everyone was staring at me, as I climbed the stairs, and sat up the back, rather than down the front.
I sat up the back, and got a good vantage point of the gossip that I was sure that everyone was sharing about me. I was sure, that my family had become the town gossip. We had been the gossip when I started school, because there was talk about me being smart, off the chart smart, and how it had come from a family like mine.
A family that was dirt poor, on the outskirts of town, that screamed trouble and mayhem. I had peaked before school hadn't even started, so when it came to school, it was boring and repetitive to me. I hardly needed to study, but I still did, for that extra security. To keep me distracted and to not look like I was breezing through the school system like I was.
It wasn't the work load that I didn't understand nor did it stress me out, but rather the deadlines that I had to fill out. The attendance that I had to perfect. The image that I held at school. The stares I received. All of it was too much somedays, and today was one of those days. I loved school breaks, because people left town.
But not enough people had left yet. My brothers hadn't left, for that matter. All the people that had just stared at me, weren't ready to leave, like I was. I was more than ready, but I just didn't have the money right now. Nothing was for free, and I knew that I was living the dream, with just how much cheaper everything was out here.
"Can we sit here?" a voice questioned, and I wanted to scratch my skin raw at the two people in front of me. I had wished that it would have been Beckett's younger twin brothers, but they were busy shadowing their brother on the field, that I couldn't drag them away so that it looked like I had friends. "Sure" I muttered, tightening my hold on the jacket that Jack had made me wear.
Even though it was the beginning of summer, there was still a cool whip to the summer nights, which I didn't mind. I still got to wear my nice jeans that I kept for these occasions, with a nice top, and usually a cute jacket. My definition of cute, was not like the other girls. My version of cute was a jacket that had length to it, unlike the cropped bomber jackets most of the girls around me were wearing.
I felt exposed, to my brother and his best friend, as they sat next to me, conversing. I knew that I was covered by Jack's jacket, but the small crop top that I had decided on wearing, because I had finally gotten over the fear of people seeing the scar that ran diagonally across my stomach, had started to fade about a year ago, which I was sure was now staring at my brother and his best friend, like a burning fire.
