When I looked in the cracked mirror in the dusty bathroom I seen my bruised face but don't recognize the little girl I used to be. I just sighed and grabbed my ripped book bag and black hoodie. On the city bus I pull my long hood over my black eye. The almost empty bus halted in front of the large school and I had to force myself to get out of the uncomfortable seat. Grabbing my black bag I lugged myself off the smelly bus. I made sure that no one could see my nasty bruises as I walked to the metal door. Taking a deep breath I pushed open the cold door and fastly walked to my red locker as quickly as I could. When I got to it I through my holy bag in it and speed walked to English class. On my way I accidentally bumped into my good friend Kaileb. The black hood fell off my bruised face and he seen my black eye and bruised nose. He loudly gasped and said, "Oh my God! What happened? Are you okay?"; I knew he could see the pain in my hazel eyes.
"I'm fine. But please don't say anything about this to anyone!"
"Okay," Kaileb said after hesitating a while. He shot a worried look at me as I turned around and walked away. Ring! The school bell rang in my burning head. After Ms.Belineva did the same thing as every other week day she pulled out her book for indapendent reading time.
"Mykayla, there are no hoods in school. Please take down your hood." Before she could call home I took off my scratchy hood and everyone in the drafty classroom saw my beaten face. Ms.Belineva stepped away from her nice desk and over to my regular student desk.
"Will you please come out into the hall with me," she said very softly.
"Yes Ms.Belineva." I followed her like a sad puppy behind its owner. The whole class's nosy eyes followed us as we went into the chilly hall.
"What happened?" I could hear the worry in her shaking voice just like Kaileb's.
"I'm sorry but I can't tell you. I really wish I could," I said truthfully to her. She searched my joyless eyes over and over, thinking that she would find what she was looking for but didn't and was very disappointed. She opened the wooden door and slowly walked inside. She didn't go to her neat desk though, instead she grabbed the school phone and called the school counsiler. Her strong voice was still shaky from our earlier "conversation".
"Mykayla please go down to the counsiler's office. I'll write you a pass." And with those two sentences I knew middle school was going to be a living hell for me.
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My Childhood
Teen FictionI always seen Daddy go to the bar and come back home really drunk, but one night he had one to many and Daddy locked all the sound proof doors.... I had to lie to my nosy teachers and curious friends.... I lied for years and years but then it got w...