"Please...s-s-st-top."
He just kept pulling at my shirt. I smacked his hand away in my last attempt to run.
"Where are you going?"
He pulled my arm and yanked me back towards him.
"Let me go you bastard!"
He laughed in my face and threw me on the ground. I grunted and held my arm where he released.
"Stop fighting it baby, you're too pretty to cry."
I felt tears welling in my eyes, my lip started to quiver and I tried to crawl away. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up. Once again I yelled,
"Sttop!"
He turned me over and struck my face.
I woke up screaming in my bed, drenched in sweat and crying. Was that really a dream? It felt so real, my heart was pounding out of my chest and my breathing was unsteady. I just wish I had my mom here to hold me and tell me it was alright. I silently cried to myself and stayed above the covers just dreading school in the morning.
I stayed awake till morning, no sleep, no peace, just myself and my thoughts. As I pulled myself out of bed I felt weak. If I could just be strong today nobody would say a thing to me, I could get through school without a single problem. Though as I got dressed and did my hair, and make up, I just kept thinking of everything that could go wrong, standing in front of the class, talking at lunch, accidentally getting into something with the "Wrong kids". Don't get me wrong the last one wouldn't really be a problem for me but I just don't really wanna deal with it.
I opened my car door and climbed into the driver's seat. The engine sounded and I flipped trough stations, till my favorite song came on. As I drove I sang along trying to stay as calm as possible.
"Peter Pan that's what they call me, I promise that you'll never be lonely, and ever since that day...." I love this song more than I love books. It always made me feel better when things were bad. I'm sure it's mainly because that song was the lullaby my mom sang to me every night, for every bad dream, and every problem. That is until she left, but I kept singing just to calm myself with peaceful melodies. It always helped no matter what the event was. I would just sing to myself and everything would get better.
My car came to a stop in the school parking lot. I felt the sweat between my palms and the wheel, but it didn't bother me as much as the swirling feeling in my stomach. I reached over the console to my bag and pulled it up onto my shoulder as my other hand gripped the door handle pushing it open. This was my make or break moment, if I could survive the first day I had a little hope at surviving senior year.
I scrambled up the sidewalk to the main office, just trying my hardest not to be noticed. Then again the blue hair and tattoo across my back are some pretty noticeable features that would most likely turn some heads. I honestly didn't care what people thought of my look, but if they have a problem they better be man enough to say it to my face. Once I stepped into the small office the worries I had faded, as I approached the old woman at the desk she smiled.
"Hello dear, are you Allison..... Parker?"
She looked at me and looked back at her screen.
"Uh yes, you can call me AJ."
She made some unclear sounds as her finger typed away on the keyboard to her computer.
"Okay well Ms. Parker, here are your class schedules and books. If you have any questions or concerns please come back after school and we can sort them out."
I nodded slowly as she smiled and returned her focus to her work. I grabbed the thing she placed out for me and went to find my locker.
There it was locker 276 next to my chemistry class. I stopped in front of it and pulled the piece of paper from my pocket. I turned the dial in match to the numbers written down and it popped open. I pulled the books from my bag and placed them in there along with my jacket and lunch. The bell rang through the halls as students shuffled into doors. I stood there confused, completely lost. Until I felt a hand touch my back, in a habit I swung around fists up. To my surprise there was just a petite girl standing before me looking quite frightened.
"Jesus Christ! Don't do that!"
I was trying to stay calm, but even I could hear the anger in my tone.
"I'm s-s-sorry I was just coming to help you get to class. I figured you're new and lost."
I sighed and lowered my hands to my sides and motioned her to lead the way.
"So do you have any friends yet?"
She sounded like she actually wanted to know, but I didn't exactly feel like talking. I just shook my head no and kept walking, playing with my sleeve as I stepped.
"Do you plan on making any?"
God she asks too many questions, but I just kept shaking my head no to every single one.
"Do you have a bo?"
I quickly cut her off for obvious reasons.
"God can we stop with the twenty questions, I don't know you"
She looked offended and stopped directly in front of me.
"I'm Brooke and I'm part of the student welcome committee and I'm here wither you like it or not."
I simply marveled at this confidence that she now all of a sudden gained.
"Okay tough chick you get one more question, make it count."
She scoffed and thought for a moment,
"What does your tattoo stand for?"
"Pick another question..."
I started to calm back up because I don't know her enough to tell her.
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Hey peeps, so this is my first official story. I know this is a short chapter but that's only because I wanna know who wants to read this and not waste all my beautiful work. LOL
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