Homeroom. The place where bullies can take out their anger, where spitballs are thrown from corner to corner, where teens like me sit in the corner and read, hoping not to get killed. And of course the teacher was asleep. As always.
I sighed as I sat in my little corner and opened "The Hunger Games."
I lifted up my knees and propped the book against them, but the ink on the pages were about as visible as Miley Cirus' natural beauty. They weren't. All I could think about is what Luke called me after I showed him around. The butterflies started punching my stomach, hard, and I felt as if I was about to throw up. In a good way, if that's even possible.
'Tessie'. Just think about it. 'Tessie.' Imagine if --
RIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGG
Oh thank god. Homeroom is over. Hallelujah.
I quickly grabbed my bag and stuffed my book into it, then ran out of the classroom before bullies could catch up. As I opened the door I felt like I was opening the door to America, the freedom tasting sweeter than ever. Running across the hallway was a breeze, oblivious teachers and all, until I ran straight into someone. Again. But this time it wasn't the best dream ever, it wasn't staring into beautiful brown eyes. This time it was staring into raptor bulbs. Oops, it's just Stephanie.
"Hey idiot." She said, and laughed. Her cliche laughed along with her, but she whipped her blonde hair around and stared at them with a scary scowl. They instantly stopped and stood there like soldiers, trained to do whatever the general says. In this case, whatever Stephanie says. I stood there just as her cliche did, still, stiff, and silent. I shifted my torn black converse and waited for her to be done talking.
She turned back around with a fake smile on her face and looked me straight in the eyes, nothing breaking her stare. Nothing could save me now.
"So..." she began, her snotty tone leaking into the word. "I saw you with Luke earlier. I couldn't help but notice you blushing." I could feel my mouth gaping open, but I instantly closed it and looked down, finding again the bruises my father had caused not days before. Blushing! I didn't look back up as she started talking again.
"Aww, how cute! You're doing it again." She giggled. "Bye loser." Slapping a high five to her closest cliche friend, she left, and I leaned against the locker behind me, letting a deep breath release from my lungs that I had not known I was holding. Gosh, this sucks.
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"Mooooommmm I'm home!" I yelled across the house and tossed my backpack down next to the door. "I'm making some --" I was easily cut off by the sound of my father's voice, telling me to shut up. I didn't hesitate to listen and quietly walked myself to the kitchen. He was probably sleeping, by the sound of it, and I was probably not wanting to get my ass kicked again. Go figure.
As I sat down with a bowl of cheerios, my specialty meal, I turned on the TV and flipped to channel 8. The news channel. Most people would call me a nerd, but I don't really care. Not every one likes news, and not everyone likes social studies. I just happen to love both of these.
"There has been a robbery just south east of Tallmart at the Great Bank. The suspect Is said to have swoopy blonde hair and brown eyes, and may be wearing under armor. This information has come from nearby witnesses, and we appreciate all they have done. If anyone has any more info, please call 555-555-5557. Thank you! And now on with your..." at this point my mind trailed off, only thinking of Luke. He would never do something like this, right? Right? I sat up and set my half eaten bowl of cereal on the table, then switched off the TV. The cool breeze coming from outside made my hair blow back very slightly, and I sat in silence waiting for an explanation to come to my head. But only found the wind too cold. So I got up, my feet making a louder thud on the ground than I had intended, and started to close the window. But this action only made my father angry, as I heard his heavy footsteps and foggy breathing make their way down his steps and to me. I hurriedly grabbed my cereal, and started running for the door.
"Stop!" I yelled, feeling as if I were about to bawl my eyes out. "Please!" I made it to the front door, grabbed my backpack, and bolted down the street, no shoes or nothing. The rocks and dried tar dug into my feet as if that was their lost home, the place they had been searching for forever, but unfortunately I couldn't stop. I couldn't do anything to make sure my father never beat me or hurt me again. But the worst part was, I had nobody to go to. Nobody to help me through these terrible times. These terrible times I called my life.
After hours of chasing and yelling, my father had finally given up, leaving me to find a way home in the dark of the night. I had thought of predators, bugs, hobos, every thing, and decided my best bet was to lay low and camp out in the park near where I had been chased to. I was cold, very cold, as I had only been wearing short sleeves and thin materialed pants. I rubbed my arms, as if that would help, and tried to find a comfortable place to sleep. I could feel hypothermia starting it's way up my legs and throughout my body, but what was I supposed to do now? Get expensive medical help? As if. Even if I was home, nobody would take me to the hospital, much less pay for it.
I layed down in a nearby patch of grass and thought. I thought about the person on the TV earlier. Was it really Luke? Or was it just a person similar?
It couldn't be Luke...could it?
Written by Leah!
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