The Regection of Kellita Morris

Present Day

I'm sitting on my bed trying my lace to my black boots, I could barely bend over my back hurt so bad. Me and my dad got in a fight yesterday, and he beat me with his belt. He hit me mostly in my back.

I got up grabbed my book bag and walk out the front door. I stuffed my hands in my black leather jacket, as I was on my way to school. Its around 6 am and my school is 6 miles away. I had to start early if I wanted to get there in time. School starts at 9:45.

I am a good student, at least I think so. My teachers all say they worry about me, because I never smile, never cry, never laugh, never joke around, never talk to anybody and I almost never eat my lunch. They always want to stick there noses in my business, trying to know my life at home. I just put on a fake smile and laugh at their concerns, lying to them saying I'm fine, when God knows I'm not.

5.5 miles left.

The reason why I don't do anything in school, is because I don't have time for it. I don't have time for food, friends, talking, smiling, crying, joking or laughing. If they only knew what I'm going through. Who I'm running from. But of course if the knew, they would arrest my parents and put me in foster care, which is never going to happen. I'd let my dad beat me with a hot iron before that happens.

4.2 miles left.

There is this one kid though he always looks at me, and tries to talk to me, I always tell him, "I can't talk right i'm busy" I try to be nice, since he is probably the only kid to ever talk to me, plus he lives across from my dads apartment on the second floor.

3.9 miles left.

His name is Chris he walks into class with the latest clothes, and he always smiles at me, I just nod back. I don't want him to think that I'm some hormone-high teen girl, who wants his for his looks our his money. Or can only think of the thought of his brown skin up against mine. Plus he has girls literally drooling over him. How can they be so needy?

2.1 miles left.

I used to think he was one of the people mom was talking about. One of the people I couldn't trust, that where coming after me, and I still have my suspicions. But maybe he's not like that at all.

.2 meters left.

I arrive at school and walk into my first class, my teacher smiles at me and tries to start a conversation. His name is Colton, Colton Tanner and Mr. Tanner is a single well built, 24 year old man, all the females swoon over him. The students say they "Need extra help in math" and the teaches say "My car is broken, come help me" with there 5 inch stilettos and unbuttoned shirts.

"Cold huh?" He says as I take my seat, I'm the only one in the class I'm early. I check the time on my watch. 7:28. Damn I walk fast.
"It is November" I say looking at the desk, he sets his stuff down and takes a seat next to me. I still stare at my desk refusing eye contact.
He chuckled. "That is true" I nodded "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure" I said slowly
"You come in early everyday, and you leave late everyday" he stopped
"That doesn't sound like a question" I said quickly
He sighed "Kellita, look at me"
"I'm good" I said to quickly, I don't trust men.
"What's going on at home?"
"Nothing"
"You live with you dad or you mom?"
"What is this, a McDonald's interview, what's with all the questions?" This time I sat up and looked at him
"Just please answer them"
I sighed and slumped down in my seat staring at the desk again "Dad"
"Does he hit you?"
"No"
"Does he touch you?"
"No"
"Kellita, people are worried about you. Your a social outcast."
"Good, thats the way I like it. You don't talk to me I don't talk to you" I laughed slightly
"Why are you shutting me out?"
I looked at him and placed my hand on his shoulder "I shut everyone out, don't flatter yourself"
"Well yur gonna stop that" I removed my hand from his shoulder. I was getting mad. I shook my head. "What do you mean 'no'? Your gonna start talking to people more, you are gonna talk in front of people-"
"How is that gonna make everything better? Huh? You don't even know whats going on" I sat up and raised my voice a little.
"Then tell me what's going on"
"I can't!" I yelled "I can't tell you people anything, that what you don't understand" I stood up, as I was talking and headed for the door, I stopped before walking out "You wanna know so bad?" I asked and nodded quickly, I chuckled and said "Well, if I told you, I'd have to kick you a-" I was cut off by the bell ringing, start the beginning of the day. As students started entering the class room, I left and walked to the bathroom. I walked in and rinsed my face, I looked in the mirror, discussed with what I see I look away, I dry my face and walk out the bathroom, and head back to Mr. Tanners class, I walk in as soon as the bell rings, I sit by the window and look outside of it. Refusing to listen to today's lesson on Egypt.