Promises

"Spaz"

"Ew, don't touch my desk freak!" That was Chelsea. She was the 'top dog' at this school as everyone seemed to think. She always tried to taunt me because of the accident that happened. I moved in with my aunt when I got released from the hospital, one day before the funeral. I was on crutches for my broken ankle, but other than that, headaches from the concussion, and my broken pinky, everything had healed up. I came to this school on crutches, and everyone was just dying to know what had happened to make me end up this way.

Later on during the school day, she confronted me in the bathroom. "So a new girl comes to our school, exclaiming she was in some kind of horrible freak accident that killed her family. Then she moved in with her aunt and stays here. How touching. Not only is it not true, but it's also taking up my spotlight. Listen here, bitch." She shoved me into the wall and knocked my crutches loose to the floor.

"This," she let her hands show the way around this room. "Well, it's my school. So you better watch your back, princess. Got it? I will ruin you."

She held her word on that one. Everyone at this school, anyways, seemed to follow in her taunting. Everyone except my new friends here, but of course, they don't listen to anyone. Especially Rose. Her mother was a poor excuse of a human, so I don't blame her. James was my other friend who was usually quiet and polite around strangers, but in all actuality, he was always high. That's probably why he ate two whole trays of food at lunch and breakfast.

"Oh, shut your mouth prick," I said. Now that I was off of crutches, her 'threat' from months ago meant nothing to me. She meant nothing to me. She gawked at me, hardly believing I snapped back at her. I headed back to the last seat in the class, avoiding contact with anybody. I could hear her gossiping with Angelo, her best friend and not so secret fuck buddy, about my retaliation.

The bell rang, making me jump inside. I could feel something was going to be completely wrong today. Our teacher walked in, staggering a little as he made his way to his desk. Even from back here, it was clear to see (and smell) he had been drinking either in the teacher's lounge or boys' bathroom before class.

"Umm..," he started. He cleared his throat, quite loudly, and flipped through papers. "Turn to page.. thirty-six. Wait, no. I always hated that book. Especially it's writingprompts." He grabbed chalk and sloppily wrote on the board what our new writing assignment would be, its rules, and when it was due.

"Wait, this is due on Monday? That is not enough time to get a five page research paper done. You realise it's Friday, right? What are we even supposed to research?" some guy in the class asked, rather angrily.

"Oh... I guess I could extend it. Fine, you have until next Friday. It has to be on a topic of any mental or physical illness. Anything from schizophrenia to asthma to cancer. Just make sure you specify what type of cancer if you do it, but if you can read, it says three to five pages, not including your title page or work cited page."

Students started grumbling, and you could hear random comments about how much they hated this teacher. He wasn't all that bad. As long as you do your work, you'll pass easily. He mostly takes completion grades since he's usually busy after school chasing women at strip clubs. Apparently he had shown up every night to one strip club until he saw one of his senior students dancing onstage.

I spent most of the class looking through health books, writing down different information on autism, citing all of the books, and ignoring taunts from Chelsea and . Health science wasn't always my favorite subject, but at least it was easy for me.

The bell rang to go to lunch, so I raced to my table, eager to get away from Chelsea and Angelo. On the way out of the door, I ran into Crystal, who was Chelsea's best friend. "Oh look who it is. It's the spaz queen herself. Chelsea and I have a few words for you," she said smiling as she grabbed my wrist. Her fingers were wrapped around so tightly, I thought I would get a bruise.

"There she is! Let's go have a nice, friendly chat." Chelsea grabbed my other arm and led me into an abandoned classroom. It was an old science lab, but it hadn't been used ever since the vent to outside had stopped working. "So, you think you're tough shit? Yeah right."

She slapped my face while Crystal held back my arms. Angelo walked through the door. "We're clear. Let me get a few good hits in." He handcuffed my arms behind my back around the pole sticking out of a lab desk. "Perks of having a cop as a dad." He winked at me before punching my gut. "So I'm gonna need a little help with my research paper. You got me covered?" He lifted up my head by my hair.

"Whatever. You can kiss my ass," I said, clearly annoyed by them. I was used to this by now. This was the first time I was handcuffed though. That earned me a punch in the face by Chelsea.

"You'll regret ever stepping up to me, spaz. Have fun in this hell hole." She let out a laugh as they walked out of the room.

Before they were gone, Angelo yelled out, "I expect that paper by next Friday!"

Well this was great. Getting beat up and locked up in an abandoned science classroom is exactly how I want to spend my Friday night and the rest of this weekend. Not. "Is anyone there?" I asked loud enough for any bypassers to hear. "Hello?" There was silence. Great. I was going to be stuck here all day.

"You need help there?" I jumped at the sudden sound of the female's voice. I look up to see a girl with blonde hair and icy blue eyes. She had such a perfect body and face. I was wondering how she even got in here without me noticing. There was only one door, and the windows were too high to climb into.

"Yeah, that would be great, thank you." She walked towards me with a smile hinting at her lips.

"I'll just need you to do one thing for me." She paused, questioning how to continue. "This will only hurt a little. Do you believe in vampires?" I felt her eyes bore into mine. Her face was getting closer with every passing second. She kissed my lips, and I felt a pulling sensation on my chest. When she pulled away, I felt light headed. It felt as though I had just ran a marathon without stopping. Her features started to blur together as I lost consciousness.