Don't look back

Chapter two

I look extraordinarily different then the rest of my family. Then again, none of us actually look alike. I have wavy blond hair down to my hips with round emerald green eyes, dimples, fair skin, and a tall skinny frame. Some might call me lucky for having good looks but I don't. I don't want or, quite frankly, need the attention. I don't want people to touch me. Talk to me. I just want to be left alone. People tell me that the general look on my face says that I could beat the shit out of a truck driver. Jamie has shoulder length straight brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, is a little chubby, and is the sweetest person alive. Mom has black hair cropped short to her chin with wisps of gray in it and baby blue eyes. Dad has curly dark red hair and brown eyes. Jasper had bronze hair in an Edward Cullen type hairstyle and gray eyes. Right now, he's at the University of Texas in Austin. We talk about once a week. He wants to be a lawyer. Jamie wants to be a veterinarian. As for me, I'm just hoping to survive long enough to actually graduate. I love summer but at the same time I hate it. I love it because I don't have to worry about having an episode in the middle of English class. I hate it because it reminds me of what happened last summer. See, the thing is, tomorrow's my first day of 10th grade. It's bad enough that I have to ride the putrid smelling ostentatious school bus since I only have my permit. But factor in the clueless (and in some cases perverted) teachers, the lockers that smell like a rat just did its business in there, and my immature classmates, it's like my own personal hell. I only have one friend, Leslie. Like me, she's an outsider but honestly doesn't even care. She's got brown wavy hair that she usually pins up in two buns and is the most beautiful person alive. Guys throw themselves at her but incidentally she falls in love with her male teachers. I fall asleep in my clothes and wake up to my parents arguing. "...I'm just saying, Ginny, that she has been a ghost for the past year and she needs to get help. Something happened to her. I know it. She doesn't eat, she only has one friend, and don't you remember that day she came home last year? When she was black and blue and had a look in her eyes like she had just come back from Vietnam? That look hasn't left." I could hear mom tapping her foot impatiently on the tiled ground. "David, I get what you're saying. I'm just as freaked out as you are. However, we can't just barge in and force her to go to therapy! She'll tell us when she's ready." Mom was using that tone of voice that says don't argue with me if you know what's best for you. I opened my phone and saw that it was 6:30. I had an hour before the bus came. I reluctantly stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom that I shared with Jamie. I put my contacts in, brushed my teeth and my hair, and put on deodorant. I went back to my poster clad bedroom. My room is supposed to be dark purple but you can't see that because of my many band posters. The Runaways, The Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, and Aerosmith. I pulled on jeans, an extra large black Tupac T-shirt, Converse, and a wraparound white headband. I put on minimal makeup, grabbed my backpack and went down stairs. Mom and Dad were already dressed in their power suits and attempting to make breakfast. I told them I wasn't hungry, hugged them goodbye, kissed Jamie on the top of her head, and went out to my bus stop. I stood there for 10 minutes counting the leaves on a tree next to me, when it came. The black cloud that just wouldn't leave. Once again, it filled my bloodstream and airway, it pierced the back of my eyeballs like needles and all I could think was not here, please not here....of course the bus decided to come at that moment and it took all I could to move my stiff legs and stumble my way on the bus taking a seat in the front so I didn't have to deal with the loud people in the back. I shoved my head in my backpack, pretending to be looking for something, and waited for it to pass. As the agonizing pain wracked through my broken body, I stayed silent. When it passed, I took my head out and rested it against the cool glass. The bus was late, so as soon as it came to my school, I had to rush to first period. My first period was pre Ap English II with Mrs. Manteau. She was 5"11 with dyed black hair that was wet and to her shoulders. She was wearing 6 inch, blue heels with diamonds studded along the bottom. A tight green dress and a push up bra from the looks of it. She had bruises along her legs. I'd heard a lot of rumors about her. She was a stripper at a night club a couple days a week. I have no idea how she pulled that off she wasn't that pretty. She started off by giving everyone a quiz and I decided that I hated her. Second period was Madame Abel for French 3. She was the French teacher for the whole High School and I don't think I've ever hated anyone as much as I've hated her. She's fat and wears pointy bras, her face resembles the love child of a toad and a witch and she had a giant mole on her chin. She gives way too much homework and will be extremely pissed at you if you don't have a 99 or above in her class. Suffice to say, she hates everybody. And everybody hates her. Even her daughter, Layla, who's a grade above me, hates her. She spent the whole time showing us a power point about what she did over the summer, and the whole time I was contemplating jumping out the window. Third period couldn't have come faster. I had pre Ap History with Mr. Banner. He couldn't give a shit about what we do as long as we don't bother him from his fantasy football. I decide that I liked him immediately. Fourth period I have pre Ap Chemistry with Mrs. Van wick, who I would've hated anyway because of the subject she taught, but she made it all the more unbearable by giving us a biography about her and her kids. 10 minutes in I felt like I knew everything about her kids, Garrett and Kenzie, which was not something I lobbied to do. After that I had lunch so I met Leslie as she was coming out of her English class so we could eat together. As I presumed, Leslie was wearing her hair in two buns and for some unfathomable reason, a dark yellow tracksuit. She somehow managed to still look stunning though. On our way to the cafeteria, we passed Mr. Banner in the hallway. Leslie winked at him and I swear he did the same. I rolled my eyes realizing a lost cause when I saw one. Leslie piled her tray with chicken, salad, mashed potatoes, and a banana. I just ate an apple. Leslie had long since gotten used to my inability to eat much. In our friendship, Leslie was the talker so I let her get to it as soon as we sat down. "...I mean I'm not saying that I would actually consider doing anything with Banner, I just think it's a fun banter back and forth. And did you see Ashley Chopin's outfit? Slut much let me tell you!" This went on for the next thirty minutes and I only needed to nod and murmur at appropriate times to keep her satisfied. Next period was Geometry, the only class I had with Leslie. Since we were both a menace to the name of math, we sat in the back together staring at the ceiling. Mrs. Teal seemed nice but since Geometry was the regular math course for sophomores, I felt bad that she had to deal with us. Last year, I failed every class throughout the year and just managed to scrape up a bunch of C's during the last month. This year, I was determined to get straight A's. Next period was Government with Mr. Varner who spent the whole period talking about how Obama ruined our country. Suffice to say, I was relieved to go to my last period class which was tech theatre II. My teacher Mr. Kasslin, was a notorious pervert and spent the whole 50 minutes staring down girls shirts. I got a really creepy feeling from him. The way he looked wasn't just a bored teacher who thought cleavage was interesting. He looked hungrily and evilly I felt like I wanted to leave right then. Maybe I was just being paranoid but he seemed to look at me more than the others. When I got home, I gave my parents a brief synopsis about my day and gave them papers to sign while listening to every single detail about Jamie's first day of first grade from Jamie. I went upstairs, did my French homework, took a shower, then started reading Pride and Prejudice again. That's when it came back. It made my vision go black and I felt every muscle in my body go rigid. I braced myself for the blow. It felt like hot wax was slowly traveling its way down my body, taking no prisoners. Flashbacks came flooding through the solid brick wall in my brain that I fortified there.