Cherry

  Prologue

Yeah, I’m mean and some people say that I’m a heartless bitch and cold. Does that mean that I’m not sensitive and caring? Do people ever try to talk to me? Doesn’t anybody see past my mask that I put on? No. Nobody tries to do anything. They probably think I’m scary or frightening. They never try to talk and know me. If they did, they would know my life is worse than they think. My dad left when I was only 7 ½ years old. 3 years ago my mom started to drink heavily. She wasn’t even sober for half the time until she goes to work. My little brother is scared to come home after school. I have to take care of him and he is only 8 years old.

Wait. Let me rewind. I’m Cherry Renee’ Mindler. I go to Uphill High School. I am 15 years old. My 16th birthday is coming up. I have some real friends but the rest are just fake people. People say that popularity is everything in high school but it is not. I was classified as popular and I didn’t even try to. I am the head cheerleader and people assume I should be mean. So I give them what they want but I will never sleep with the male popularity of this stupid town. I at least respect myself. But back to my story.

My mom doesn’t even recognize her own son when he comes home after a boy’s night at his friend’s house. It just makes me sick to see her in a degenerated position on the floor, couch, or even the table. Sometimes I wish I had a different mom. Sometimes I think about running away but I would never leave my little brother to deal with her. Sometimes me and her get into fights and she say hurtful things to me. I can’t stand her when she is in that state. Well I have to live with it and I’m just a pawn in somebody else’s game.

  

     

Chapter 1

I have to get a ride from a friend to school since I don’t have a driver license yet. It doesn’t bother me that he is a guy and he flirts too much. I’m a diva so I can take it. Once I get to school, I hurry to my locker. 10 minutes before my first class. I close my locker door. There stands my best male friend, Dan.

“So, what’s been going on?” Dan asked.

“Nothing really much. Guys are still trying to get in my skirt. That will never happen,” I said.

“That’s what I like about you. You respect yourself enough not to be like Them,” he said.

“Yup. But they still think that because I’m popular, that I have to be like them. Throwing myself at every guy that I think is cute or hot or sexy. It just disgusts me that they do it,” I said.

“Yup, and I don’t go for girls like that. More like girls with respect,” he said.

“You can only find those once in a while or out in the real world,” I said.

“True,” he said then we started to walk to our next class.

I only have one class with him and that is homeroom. The day passes by fast like always but lunch. I sat with my usual friends but then everybody got up at the front of the cafeteria. And everybody else followed behind. I pushed passed all of them to get to the front. Once I got there, I saw a jock beating on a helpless sophmore. The kid had a busted lip, a black eye, and a cut on the side of his face.

“Hey Asshole, what are you doing?” I asked the jock.

“This little fairy-boy needs to know his place. Nobody messes with us,” he said then kicked the kid in the side.

I walked over to the jock and grabbed him by his collar. I pulled him close so I was looking in his eyes.

“Don’t let me here you call him a fairy-boy or any other names. If I do, I will make your life hell. That goes for the rest of you,” I said looking at everybody in the circle. I said it loud enough for the people in the back.