Foreseen

Stray Cat

*Sorry for not updating in a while, exams were in progress. Enjoy! :D*

(*The image above is Bethany*)

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The day finally flew by like a breeze and everyone could go home. Bethany walked out the door with her Kenneth Cole backpack thrown onto her shoulder. The final bell signaled for everyone to leave their classes and the herds began to form. The noises of pointless murmurs leaked outside. Bethany briskly walked away from her clique in a rush, off to a quiet place. She nudged her way through countless masses of humanity towards the school gate.

"Finally!" She greatly sighed.

Sadly, to feed her confusion, the tan BMW wasn't there. She leant upon the school's brick wall and pulled out her Samsung. Dialling her mother's phone number, she waited for an answer. She found it strange that she didn't see her mother pulled up at the sidewalk for her. "Is she running late?" She thought, still waiting for an answer.

"Hello?" Her mother said.

"Mom, where are you?" She asked, concerned

"Oh sweetie, the car broke down. Flat tire." Bethany's mother lamely excused.

"So... What do I do?" Bethany asks, frustrated.

"Take a taxi-cab. Plug in your headphones and max the volume. It'll be the same as home!" She advised, cheerfully.

"Mom! You have got to be kidding me!"

"You have to pick up Sean from school, okay?" Her mother says, ignoring her complaint.

"Mom! That's dangerous for me!"

"So is leaving your brother at school!" She scolded

"Oh, and hon! One more thing!" She then added.

"What is it?" Bethany asks, irritated.

"Can you please eat dinner tonight?" Her mother begged, sadness hinted in her tone.

-dial tone-

Bethany hung up.

She rolled her eyes and groaned, looking up at the sky. Nevertheless, she had to take a taxi. She crossed her arms and furrowed her brows as if to ward off her headache. The fact that her mother told her only when Bethany called, herself agitated her. She brisk walked very swiftly, pushing past any other students in the way. At this point, she couldn't care less if they fell and grazed their knees.

Bethany's hair swished and swayed side to side as her heavy strides moved her quickly. Clouds hovered over her head; passers-by saw the steam from her ears. She narrowed her eyes in disgust as she walked towards the taxi stand. She stiffly stood, facing forward only and waited patiently.

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"Smile a little, Blondie!" Some teenagers from a "zoned" school hollered at her.

"It's pale brunette..." She grumbled.

A zoned school was looked down upon, however, they ruled the streets. Everyone was rather scared of them to pick on them for the slightest. They'd cut you with no hesitation. Schools like Wendover Junior High and Mulford Pres. (Presbyterian) were often "feared." Like previously said: They'd cut you.