Disney high school

Stella's POV

I was done with the lesson. Now I was just practicing with a few of the older boys. Not older than me just older than the kids I taught. I didn't play. Father wouldn't allow it. I could try to keep it from him like this job but he would find out. On the bleachers by the rink were two boys from the traveling team. They thought they were better than us. They made fun of the boys I practiced with. They were hot, strong, had girlfriends, played on the good team. Yeah, they had it all good for them. Two skinny figure skaters walked in they winked at the hockey players. who whistled as they walked by. The blonde shouted at us it was their turn for the rink. I knew I had to go. She said to me as I got off "Are you a boy or a girl I can never tell." The other one said "Even with all that padding she still looks flat." That was it for me. I could bite my tounge with father but not here. I was not afraid of her. " Why don't you go eat some makeup it might make you pretty on the inside but I doubt it since it didn't work for your face." I could here her say that little bitch as I left with a smirk on my face. I couldn't wait to tell Airell. When I got outside I went into a restaurant and found a pay phone. I called Willow's cell. She picked up on the third ring. "Hello?" "It's Stella I'm done it's ten thirty do you want me to take the little ones home I know you and Airell have a gig singing tonight." Willow said that would be great and thanks so much in her always soothing voice. I left to get the girls. I told Cathy how much we appreciated her she said no problem. When we got home I put them into bed even though they were 12 and 10. I walked downstairs and saw father. talking to his work people. "There you are we were just talking about how useless you were to tonight." His "friends" laughed. I knew they were all thinking how I carried heavy props for the show. Then daddy hit me. hard. It hurt. I didn't show it if your enemy knew he hurt you they had an advantage. I had pride and dignity I would not cry in front of him. Before I knew it I was in the busy streets of New York. I ran till I found a bench outside a pub. I cried where there was no one to care. It wasn't fair. None of this was my fault. Just because I couldn't sing didn't mean I had no talent. I knew it wasn't fair to Airell but I was angry at her. She didn't know how lucky she was. She looked like mother. So pretty too. I thought about what those girls had said. How I looked like a boy. I had defined muscles I was buff. I did have boobs though. They were just saying that. I had curves too. I wasn't stick straight. I wouldn't cry because of them. It was father. That was why. I homeless man sat next to me. He asked if I had food or money with me. I didn't care if I cried in front of him. "No." I said through tears and sobs "I have nothing ." and just like that he was gone. I watched people walk by. So many people crammed in one city. all here looking for different reasons. This city was not for the faint of heart. A boy sat beside me. I kept crying. I looked up and saw he was on the traveling team. Oh no. He saw me crying. I had no more pride. I was tough I had to act tough if I wanted to be respected.
"You're not crying about those girls are you? You don't seem the type to cry at something like that." I was angry how dare he come up to me and act like I was week. No he would not win. "I'm not. Leave me alone" I snapped at him. "Well then why is such a pretty girl sad." Oh my gosh he thought I was pretty. I can't believe I just thought that I was sounding like Areill. I won't answer him. "Look I know I was a jerk to you and your friends a lot but can you forgive me?" oh nu uh if he thought I was letting him off this easy he was so wrong. "So that's a no. Listen I was only being mean cause of my friends I had to be." I looked in his eyes. They looked pained. maybe he was telling the truth. but I still would not let this go. Through gritted teeth I growled go away. He laughed. I wanted to cry again because of my father. He hated me but I did inherent his stubbornness. I wanted to tell hot shot Riley why I was crying let him know how much I hurt. so he'd know just how tough I was. "I'll walk you home." I wanted him too. but I wouldn't let myself I walked fast by myself back home.