Hidden Secrets

School

I stood in front of my school, it was Monday morning and I was not looking forward to all the shit I was gonna get today.

I looked around and sighed, approaching the school, sidestepping kids and classmates, keeping my head down, marching to the beat from my ear bud that was in my ear playing music. I took the steps by twos, bounding up them, entering through the double doors.

Immediately things went wrong.

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I was in gym sitting, facing my two friends, on the top of the closed bleachers, taking a break from running. I had my hair up in a tight, neat, ponytail, in red booty shorts and a red and white jersey.

Bernadette was in the same thing. Basically like me, but two inches shorter, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and thick black rimmed glasses.

Derek had on longer, basketball, shorts on, and instead of a red and white jersey he had a red and black one on. He was two inches taller then me, had black hair that always got into his face, icy blue eyes, and I think he had a crush on me.

While my friends kept to the wall I was facing the wall, my back to the rest of the gym.

Bernadette pushed her glasses back up on the ridge of her nose. "I'm sorry about you're mom, D, if I knew I'd of let you spend the night at my house."

I shrugged. "I'm living with my Dad now, its cool . . ."

"You're dad?" They both exclaimed in unison.

I nodded. "We found him, surprisingly, shortly after I found out mom was . . . gone." I still couldn't say dead. It was a touchy subject to me now. "He's not that bad . . . I'm just . . ." I fiddled with my fingers. "Just surprised on who he was."

"Who?" Derek asked. "What is he, a famous rich guy?"

I shrugged my left shoulder. "Something like that . . ."

Both their eyes bulged out of their heads, they looked at each other then back at me. "Who!"

I looked down at my hands, biting my lip. "Mmmm . . ."

"C'mon, tell us."

"Dean . . . Ambrose."

"WHAT?!"

It was my turn to have my eyes pop out of my head, I stared at them, taken aback by their outburst. "What?"

"Dean Ambrose? Nah uh, that! That can't be true!" Derek yelled, awestruck.

"Well it is . . ." I muttered.

"What are you losers yelling about over here?" A snide comment came from my right, I looked up to find Mrs. Popularity aka Susan Gauguin.

I sneered, rolling my eyes. "Nothing that concerns you Sue-an."

She rolled her eyes in disgust. "Hardly, now get out of my way, Anderson."

She walked by and shoved me off the bleachers, I hit the hard floor with a loud thud, pain flaring up from the back of my head. I stayed there, sprawled out on the floor. I blinked, momentarily stunned.

As I got up I heard people laughing and calling me a klutz, I felt my face get beat red with anger. I glared up at Susan as she sat on the bleachers, giggling with her friends talking about me and my friends. I snapped. "You little motherfucker . . . "

I leaped onto the bleachers and grabbed her by ankle, dragging her off them and threw her too the ground. She screamed as I attacked her "precious" little face.