Behind These Cracked Walls

Chapter 2

  I sigh as I walk down the asphalt towards Collin's car, not wanting to deal with his hurtful remarks. I step into his car slowly and shut the door, biting my lip as I await the insults that I know he'll throw at me.

"I'm dropping you off a mile away from the school. I don't give a shit if you are my sister, I won't be seen with some dyke freak."

I mumble a small okay as he pulls up to a street corner to let me out. I look over to him as I step out of the car. A tear cascades down my cheek and I look towards Collin and gaze at his hardened features. I close the door and give a small wave while he flies down the street towards the school.

"Bye then I suppose." I sigh and drag my feet along the sidewalk, enjoying the silence of mutt short journey to school.

I hear people gossiping a short distance away and look up from my converse clad feet to see the hideous, rusty gates of my shitty high school. I frown but quickly plaster a fake smile on my face to make it through the day.

I stumble up the gravel road to my school (yes, gravel. We're too poor to pave it, alright?) and hear a horrid screeching sound. I raise my eyebrow and turn my head slightly to see what revolting creature could have produced such an atrocious sound. I snicker quietly to myself to see that said 'revolting creature' is just Collin's whor- sorry- "girlfriend."

Now don't get me wrong, Erika's actually quite pretty. If she didn't cake on layers of makeup, that is. What really puts the cherry on top of the sundae is her bitchy, spoiled, and childlike personality. No, she doesn't always get what she wants. But you see, that's the problem. Not getting what she wants results in a week worth of grade A bitch fits.

I don't see how Collin puts up with it, or better yet her parents.

And yes, I'm very aware of the fact that I'm a "dyke cunt" and am in no place to judge her but she's made my life a living hell. And I'm sure you probably aren't fancying her too much either hmm? See? We're all small-minded assholes here. It is high school, after all. And drama, gossip, and popularity are all what the point of this hellhole is.

Right?

I groan and walk into my first class, walking straight to the back corner desk. I carelessly toss my bag to the floor and slump down into the seat. I scrape the rubber sole of my converse against the edge of the file cabinet next to me and smile as it gives off a beautiful squeak, most likely annoying my fellow students.

I flinch suddenly as something hard hits the back of my head with a great deal of force. I hold my head in pain and look up at the clenched jaw of my "oh-so-loving" brother. I look down quickly, intimidated by Collin's stature.

"Stop it with the squeaking bullshit, freak. You're annoying Erika."

I just nod slightly in the hopes that he'll go away. He grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at him. I gasp as I feel a stinging sensation spread throughout my cheek. I look up at Collin, a tear begging to make its way out.

"Listen here lezbo, if I have to come over here and tell you to shut the fuck up again, it'll get a lot worse at home. Got it? I don't want you annoying Erika." I whimper and put my head down forcing out an "okay."

It's depressing when your own brother picks his girlfriend over you..