Dalmatian Boy(editing)

Dalmatian Boy

Dalmatian Boy.

Chapter 1

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I turned my camera in a different angle and took another photo.

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   The panic of not being able to take good picture today drained from me and I relaxed. Students crowded the locker lined halls as they rushed around, trying to get as much social time crammed into our 5 minute brake. Kids had phones out, possibly texting their parents that they were going over to their friend’s house. I wish I could do that, but I couldn’t, because I was the freak in this school. Everybody hated me and I didn’t even have one little friend that all freaks have in those stories I read all the time. Not one person would talk to me. Even new kids knew better then to talk to me, for they would become the torture target too, and I would have to share the spotlight and my bandages I kept in the back of my locker. Sadly, not even my parents cared about what happened at school. Even when I would come home with scratches down my arms they told me “across the street not down the road Morte!” and laughed hysterically. I was the living Matilda, except it was my real parents that hated me, and I didn’t have a evil older brother, or had powers. Or was a book worm maniac, well sort of, but that wasn’t the point. I had always yearned for a loving mother and protective father, because I had never had one.

   That’s why when the teachers saw my injuries in class they questioned my parents about abuse. They had refused, and I backed them up, because it wasn’t true. It was the first time I saw my mom cry when they took me away. Nobody would understand that it was from school, and not my biological parents. That was only a year ago. But I had excepted what life had to offer me. Even my horrible new big brother Edward and my paranoid new parents. Everything is beautiful in one way or another. No matter what. It could be the eyes, the lips, the purity of the object or person. It could literally be anything.

  For example, my counselor, that I have to talk to every week, for the whole abuse thing. Even though he scratches his stomach in a disgusting way, and blows his nose every 10 minutes exactly, what was beautiful about him was his constant cheery mood, not even an I hate you or a kick out of moms house would put him in a bad mood. He was always looking on the bright side, which I was trying to train myself to do. It was hard but I kept trying, like my grandma used to tell me when I couldn’t make a perfect macaroni picture for my mom on mothers day. My eyes started to water at the thought of my grandma, the only person that loved me how I was and didn’t judge me on my style or my personality. Wiping my eyes, totally forgetting about my make-up, I went to my locker, knowing I would have to re-apply it anyway. Spinning in my combination I opened my locker and reached into my bag for make-up. Sharpening the eye-liner pencil because it was so short, I began to apply it-again. A tap on my shoulder made me freeze for only a moment before continuing with my make-up. “excuse me.” A male voice mumbled behind me. “yes?” I didn’t even bother to stop what I was doing, knowing it was just some prank that my class mates were pulling like every other day. “um…are you Morte?” he asked. “yes. What would you like?” I asked politely.” Um, someone told me to ask you to show me around…” the boy trailed off. “are you new?” I asked. “uh, yeah.” The boy said in a hesitant voice. “hmm. Don’t talk to me.” I say flatly. “excuse me?” he asked. “don’t talk to me.” I repeat. “if you do, you’ll die in this school.” I advise. “but the guy in the office told me-“  he began. “don’t listen to them. Now go away before you have no place at all in this school” I say and turn around to see why this boy was still bothering me.

Frozen once more at his cuteness, I cleared my throat to cover it up and take in his appearance. He had black hair, Complete Heterochromia  with one forest green eye and  the other a bright electric blue. Nose strait, jaw firm, and the first person I saw in my lifetime with the same shade of pail skin as me. Very sexy. Because I only had one eye done, I turned back around quickly to continue my repair job. “why would I not have a spot in this school if I talk to you?” he asked, confusion was as clear as day in his voice. “well, even if you didn’t talk to me you still don’t have a chance.” I sigh. “why?” he asked. “people like us don’t fit in this school, they hate us.” I explain, stopping what I was doing quickly grabbed a roll of bandages out of my locker, one that lined along with the others. I threw it behind me, knowing he would catch it. “here, you’ll need it.” I say, going back to my halfway done eyeball. Heavy footsteps indicated josh as coming and I acted like I didn’t hear him. just getting to the corner of my eye with the pencil eyeliner it happened so quickly. The locker slammed into my face, pushing the bottom of the pencil forward and into it. Giving a quick shriek as the pain coursed through me, I pulled it out, hoping I would be able to see through this eye still and hoping I didn’t brake an make-up off in my wound. The warm blood trailed down my cheek with a waterfall of tears and I dropped the pencil on the ground. I turned around, everyone except the boy was laughing at me, even though I was bleeding everywhere. Nobody cared. Josh was crumpled over gripping his stomach in hysterics. My tears mixed with the blood. “@$$hole!” I screamed and tackled him to the ground. “I’m freaking sick and tired of you picking on me and giving me injuries! You took me from my parents! You took everything I had!” I yelled as my fist connected with his face more then once. I knew I had probably broken his nose and probably dislocated his jaw at the most. Now his face was bleeding too, and he was struggling to get me off. but I had my knees squeezed so tight together on the sides of his stomach, making it almost impossible for getting me off. Everybody crowed around us screaming “fight fight fight!” giving me a head ache. My blood was dripping all over his face and clothes as my eye clouded with red and it went numb. He wasn’t hitting me, but he was trying to block my blows. Arms went around my waist and tried to pull me off, but I couldn’t stop, not now. All the anger that built up all these years was finally being released on the person that caused it all, and adrenaline pumped through me and I felt great. The person kept tugging on me, the force was starting to make my stomach hurt. No doubt I would have bruises in the morning, or possibly in only a couple of minutes. Kicking and screaming with rage I was dragged down the hall while screaming profanities at who ever took me away from the refreshing, long due, fight that had just broke out between me, Morte Fisher, and Josh Ellington, the most popular jock in the school besides Edward. we stopped when we rounded the corner. An ambulance was sounding closer to the school every second, making my head ache bigger. “What is your PROBLEM Morte?!?! What is mom going to say about this?!” Edward yelled at me, his face a deep red with anger and glancing around to make sure no one saw him talking to me. When he finally actually looked at me he grabbed my shoulders. “Morte what happened to your face?!” his voice was concerned. Even though he acted like he hated me, which he says he does, I know deep down he’s always looking out for me. And even though I act like I hate him, and I say I do, just below the service is my love for him-sibling wise. “Your jack face of a friend slammed my locker while I was putting on make-up and the pencil stabbed in my eye.” I blink a couple times, not daring to touch it because just blinking made it hurt like a bullet wound. “Somebody called the ambulance, we have to get your eye fixed or you won’t be able to see out of that anymore.” He rushed out before taking my hand and guiding me through the empty halls to outside. “ oh my god, Edward! I just beat someone up!” I whine. “I’m such a bad person!!!” I start to cry as the realization hit me. That wasn’t the right thing to do, I shouldn’t have done that. “hey. Its fine, its considered self-defense.” He reassured as we were just by the doors to outside, and my aid. He took me in a quick hug, kissed my forehead and pushed me towards the doors. I knew what he was doing, he was going to help josh. He was such a jerk!! I sighed, what was wrong with me? I take it back, he was a great brother, and I didn’t even mean that. I take a breathe, and open the doors that lead to the ambulance people. This was it, my adoptive parents will hate me after this.

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