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 Thirty - 13 years ago
"How could kids, be so cruel? I get the idea of coming together as one, for your final year, but right now, I had never felt so singled out, or on my own than I ever had. I had a best friend, but every time we were together, people laughed and said we were dating or kissing. I didn't get it. He was my best friend, and even his defense was crumbling around me. It wasn't fair"
"Gen, dear, can we have a word?" I was busy trying to ignore the stares, and I didn't need any more people looking my way, so I just obliged with my teacher, and followed her out. I could have held my head down, but I didn't. I was used to all the stares, as people weren't used to seeing people without their parents.
I had been stared at from the moment I started here. I had only been to school for about a month and a half, and people were still talking about how my brother dropped me off in the mornings. They even discussed which brother would be dropping me off, whether it was Rocky, Miles or Ryder.
Miles had gone off to play college football in another city, but none of them needed to know that. I had mentioned it, on multiple occasions to my brothers, but they had said to not worry about it, and to just keep my head held high. Or at least, that had been what Ryder and Logan had told me to do, as it would have been what Miles had said to do. Rocky, well, Rocky could care less right now, as he seemed to be moving on with his life as well.
So, I followed my teacher outside the classroom, and the look on her face, I knew all too well. I had seen it one too many times these days, and I knew why. She had been the same teacher that had told Miles that I was already ahead of all the kids in my class, even Jack, who was ahead of the same kids as I was, and that they needed to slow down on what they were teaching me at home.
That didn't change anything. It didn't change my love for reading in the barn rooftop or watching my brothers reactions to every word I ever said. It didn't change anything, because I was happy with who I was. How could a grown adult tell a 4 year old, to change overnight? It was all I knew, and I was going to stand my ground.
If only I knew that because I did that, she lost her job by the end of my first year of schooling. Served her right in my opinion. "Gen, sweetheart" I hated her pet names, so I just stood there, crossing my arms over my chest as I stared at her. Unlike most kids, I didn't pout or scream, I just stood there with a blank face, waiting for her to drop the ball that never crushed me.
She crouched in front of me to say this. "I think it would be best, when your brother comes to pick you up, that I discuss with him a few family matters, in regards to your father" just because I had been labelled as an advanced student, shouldn't have meant that she continued to use big words like 'in regards' and so on. I didn't know this, but Miles had actually spoken to her about me being ahead of my class, and had told her to let it be.
