Left In The Dark

Chapter 5: Wouldn't You Like To Know

I plop onto my bed signing in content. Mmm....soft bed. Good bed.

"Karli!!" Welp. That would be my mom.

Come on! I just lied down. She did this on purpose. That bitch. 'Coming step mother" I replied.

"Missy, we have been through this. I am not your stepmother" she says smiling.

"That's what you keep telling me lately. I have a feeling you lying to me though." I joked.

"When have I lied to you?"

"Wanna list?"

"Oh. This better be good."

"Do these things sound familiar? Santa Clause. Easter Bunny. Jack Frost. The weird red nosed reindeer. Hmmm.... Let's see, what else?"

"Okay. I see your point. They made you happy though."

"I believed in Santa until seventh grade Mom."

"It made you so happy though. Setting popcorn and water for the reindeer, the cookies...." She trails of in her own memory.

"What did you want anyway Mom?"

"I forgot." She said flatly.

"Seriously?!" I wave my arms around dramatically." I scoff and grab a piece of bread.

Why do I like bread so much? Doesn't my grandma like bread too? And those saltines...mmmm... Oh! Candy! Yup. There goes my mind again. It's going crazy. Just like me.

I walk out of the kitchen laughing to myself. 'Stepmother' doesn't even give me a questioning glance. I mean she has had to deal with this piece of awesomeness for 18 years. That's like a third of her life. I think. Probably not.

***

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Not again. For the first time this week I get up without any problems, and start doing my thang. Eat some Honey Nut Cheerios. Brush my teeth. Put on a little make up. I decided to keep my hair natural today, which means that it looked like I used a curling wand .

I put on my favorite outfit. I love my side shoulder shirt with a big white tiger face. Then I throw on my black leather leggings and my black boots. You can say that black is one if my favorite colors.

I grab my phone, shout good bye, and head out the front door and start walking. When I reach the school six minutes later, I take a deep breath before walking in. Today, unlike other days, I decided to be myself.

I walk through the hallways with my confidence that people don't see often. You could even say I was being cocky. People from my old school didn't often see this side side if me, but this school has never seen it before.

Let's just that people didn't recognize me.

At all.

"Mmmm, girl! You are fine."  Hello to you too bully that makes my first period a living Hell.

"Ooh! Bonnie! It's a new girl! Her body is flawless. She's so pretty too." Kaitlyn gushes. Wow, do I look that different that the second most popular girl doesn't recognize me?

"Hey, bitch. What's your name?" Bonnie asks. I just stop there, I can just hear her bitchy smirk. The same one that screamed at me to get out of her spot on my first day. The one who pushed me against lockers just because my 'presence was too much to handle'. The one that threatened to kill me just because I wouldn't do her fucking homework.

I realized that my fists were clenched so tight that my knuckles were white. My nails dug into my skin, and it hurt like a bitch. I can't get into a fight. Not here. I came for new beginnings. I unclench my fists and start walking off.

"Awwww hell naw. Bitch, I was speaking to you." I'm startled to feel myself being wrenched back into her. I don't get why people are do scared of her. She's three inches shorter than me. I'm only 5'5. "I said what's you're name?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." I said coolly. I just walked off with people's jaws on the floor.