Violet Blooms

Chapter 2: Nothing New

After mom leaves, I snatch some clothes out of my closest and throw them on. Nothing has to match because all my clothes are black or occasionally a peach color. I lumber to the bathroom, brushing the small knots from my long black hair, I get bullied for that too. They say my parents must be uptight for me to have such long hair, but I like it long. I know it's because they're jealous, their hair is the texture of a mop. Taking one last look in the mirror, I study my dark outfit. I'm wearing high-waisted, black skinny jeans, a gray muscle tank tucked in with the words-'What makes you different makes you stronger' on it. I grab my black glasses, phone, and book bag, then my skateboard. As I jump down the stairs three at a time, I hear my parents talking, stopping abruptly, I listen in.
"We have to go to the meeting and keep him happy."
"But who'll take care of Violet?"
"Trudy?"
"Her daughter is a demon seed, Violet definitely does not deserve that... "
Please say Angelo, he's so nice.
"What about her good friend?"
"What friend?"
Wow, mom.
"That kid, Angelo."
Yes, score one for Violet.
"Oh, that ones a sweet, we'll drop her off at his mom's, she loves her and says she'll have open arms just for Violet."
"Well let's go tell Violet about our outing right now."
I quietly finish my descent, stooping over to slip on my new basketball shoes. My parents walk up to me, with fake smiles.
My dad clears his throat,"Hey kid, at the end of school you should roll down with Angelo to his house. " I cock my head faking confusion, "Why? Where would you be?" Mom gulps loudly, then glances at dad, nodding.
Maybe they'll tell me the truth.
"Well Violet, we'll be going out to de-stress." My posture slouches low, I feel untrusted, they don't need to protect me, I'm not two.
"You don't have to lie to me you know." I caught them by surprise, because they flinch at my words. "Hurry up Violet, you need to meet with Angelo and tell him, I don't want you to be late." I surrender myself, shuffling out the front door, jumping off the porch stairs, then hopping on to my skateboard.

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PART 2

I stumble off of my skateboard, face planting on the pavement in the process, oddly not feeling any pain whatsoever. I don't know how I can do some things that others can't and I don't mean juggling. I mean being born with the ability to not feel pain, or get a buzzing feeling when I know someone's lying, it may seem pretty cool, but it makes me feel so alienated. Feeling a small tap on my shoulder, I glance up to see Angelo's hand hovering over my head. I've never really looked at him enough to study his features, until now. He has a slight tan like me, big aquamarine eyes, and black shaggy hair with naturally red streaks, handsome.
"Hey Vi, are you okay?" I get up, staring at my shoes in embarrassment. He tilts my head to look into his bright eyes, becoming mesmerized. "Oh don't be embarrassed, it's only me, I know the struggle of skateboarding. " He just stares back, then pulls me in for a hug. He's like my long lost brother, we are both bullied by the same people, they refer to us as the 'Sucker Couple', because we can't really defend ourselves properly, and we usually stick together; giving them the idea that we like each other. A voice breaks me from my thoughts. "Girl wake up, if we're late, Ms.Qrachov would send the Russian Mafia to come and... Interrogate us for family issues or something." I shrug, "Ms.Q is awesome, I wouldn't mind." Angelo pulls out his skateboard, getting ready to roll onto campus when the clique girls meet us halfway. "Hey Violet how's you and your boyfriend." Says Chloe, the ringleader. I groan inwardly,"Shut up Chloe, we need to get to class." The infamous school bully, Dave pushes past Chloe, and taking hold of Angelo by the nape of his neck. He bullies because he is bullied for his name. "Leave Angelo out of this, don't hurt him." Dave grins evilly back at me, raising his fist. Anger boils up in the pot which is my heart. In a dark, genuine voice, I warn him, "Hurt a hair on his head and I will triple the damage on your flab you call skin." Dave glances expectantly at Chloe. Me becoming confident starts to shake in excitement, for a small crowd is gathering. "Hey Vomit, how 'bout you go hip off to your parents and cry, because Angelo is not going anywhere." I'm about to roast her so bad. "Well I'd rather cry and feel bad for myself, than carry myself like a fake Barbie." in the crowd I hear some 'shots fired's" and a lot of 'burns' towards Chloe. "At least I dont look like a fat cow." I scoff while the crowd snickers. "Well true... But I'd rather be a fat cow than look like a strand of used floss." The bystanders burst into hysterics, some in stitches on the ground, I'm that funny? Chloe waves her hand at Dave, than he starts digging his filthy nails into my bro's neck. "You've gone too far, Chloe." I growl deeply. "He won't be suffering if you weren't so wretched looking." I roll my eyes, annoyed to the moon and back, I will be the torturous death of this girl. "I'm happy for you, ya know why? Because you're completely content with looking like Willy Wonka's long lost oompa-loompa!" I shout the last part feeling better with ever truthful word I breathed. "You go girl, preach to us!" Encourages the now released Angelo. I gather the courage to keep going, while the crowd agrees heartily. "Look you crapper-" Chloe starts but I silence her with a toss of sand on her face. "There, you look fabulous darling, with the sand on your face. You no longer look like a demented Bratz Doll!" Chloe spits at me, making a dying whale noise, which I think was supposed to be a growl. "Okay oompa-loompa, have your way, it's on like Donkey Kong up in here!"