Taking Rebecca.

This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. No one needed to die.

 I awoke to the sound of my television. The cartoony figures jumping playfully. Dumb. Nothing of my style. My name was Rebecca. I had a gothic style, which got me nowhere in high school. But I didn't care. Nobody could ever put me down, I looked at my calender, which had X's everywhere on it. I would mark everyday. The 31st of May. The last week of school, thank God. School sucked, bad! Escpecially for me. They called me EMO, everyday. Told me to sit in the corner and cut myself or to just plain commit suicide. The remarks hurt, but had yet to ruin my spirit.

I got out of bed, more of a slumping motion. I went straight over to my dresser and looked into the vanity mirror. All I saw was a human being, that had no purpose whatsoever. Yet she must go on, that thought made me sigh. I must go on. I got my brush and began to comb through the few knots in my smooth, black hair. I proceeded to straighten it and do my makeup. Eyeliner, eye shadow, some concealer and a light layer of dark purple lip gloss. Casual attire for me. Now I opened my dresser drawer to choose an outfit, I got my fishnet gloves out, then my skull-tee. Another day of black skinny jeans and black and purple socks with converse shoes. My outfits were the typical "EMO" stereotype. I looked in the mirror, and saw something a bit more this time. Someone who was there for something. But just didn't know what yet. 

I quickly ran downstairs, looking at my feet until the last step. Then I look up at the kitchen, where Dylan, Maria and Dave are sitting. Waiting for me to be ready. This was my foster family, Dylan called me a freak, (Everyday.) Maria was always supportive (she was such a nice lady) but Dave was cruel and unjust at my decisions. 

"Rebecca, sit down hun, we're having pancakes." Maria said, her contagious smile growing on me.

Dylan and Dave's heads were semi-down now, not even wanting to look at me. I walked over anyway, Maria's pancakes were the best. I sat inbetween Maria and Dylan.

I served myself while everyone else had their's. 

"So, Rebecca.." Dylan started, with a smart-ass giggle.

"Yes? Dylan?" I say, reaching for the syrup.

"Don't use the silverwear!" He bursts out laughing, not being able to control himself. "We don't want Emo makeup all over it!" He flings his head back in laughter, I never met an 11 year old as obnoxious as Dylan. 

"Shutup, butt wipe! Go watch Dora!" I retort. Now we had insults flinging back and forth, until Dave steps in.

"Rebecca, I'd shut your mouth if I were you, " He puts a pancake piece into his mouth, then continues, his mouth full, "Dylan's right. You are ridiculous and look satanic, go change before you ruin everything, like usual."

"David! How rude of you to say to our daughter!" Maria screeches, "Now let's eat. Like a family."

Before we began to go silent and eat, I heard Dave mumble under his breath, "You wanted the darn girl." 

About 20 minutes later the bus was here, and I grabbed my backpack. I was almost to the door when Dylan pushed forward. He pushed me aside and I fell to the ground. Before he went out the door, he turned around for a second and laughed. Then went outside, Dave just passed while I was on the floor. Maria stopped and picked me up, brushing me off. 

"Are you okay, Becky?" She asked. 

Becky..it made me giggle. "It's Rebecca, Maria. Ha ha."

All she did was smile.

I ran to the bus and made it by a second. Dylan's uptight  friends looked at me funny, but they were 11, no big deal. Then I went back to Amber. My friend that I met when I first came here.