So What?

23

"Omg! You should totally come hang with us at lunch!" Hannah said to me during home room. Why would someone like her want to talk to me? Oh, yeah, because I'm hanging out with the bad boy. It's weird that one day I'm trash, and the next I'm like Hollywood's most famous celebrity.

"Omg! No." I said to her, well, mocking her.

I could see that plastic face falter with that more than fake smile. For some odd reason, the gang Zander's in doesn't know he lead the cops to them. Well, they really aren't in school for that matter. There was only a few lie lows that are still here, and they hang around Zander. I do actually wonder if they knew about what happened on Saturday.

"Hey, babe," the jock of the school said to be as he sat on my desk. Eww. Now I'm going to have to more seats.

I stood up to leave, but before I left I said, "I'm not your babe anything. So I suggest rethinking your move before I shove my foot up your ass so far you won't have kids in the future." His face was priceless.

I didn't wait for the bell of the end of homeroom for me to leave the classroom. I really can't wait until I leave this hellhole.

I went back to my locker, and got anything I would need for my near future torture classes of the day. I just can't wait for lunch. Well, now that I think about it, the end of the school day. Or just the end of the day. Stupid school and diner uniform. I'm just glad that we don't have a strict dress code.

The end of the day is my knight in shining armor. Screw men. We girls are as good if not better than them!

Now, I'm off the my next hellhole class. Great! Note that lovely sarcasm I have.

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"Sky!!!" I head Jenna yell as I entered the apartment from working at the diner.

"Hey, Jenna," I said as I bent down to hung her. "How was school?"

"Awesome! I got to paint my hand, and make a turkey in art!"

"Glad to hear. What do you want for dinner?"

"Zander is cooking," she told me, giving a sour face. She must really like my cooking.

If people say that kids can brighten any mood, they are right. Today didn't got so great for me.

----------------Flashback------------------

"Bitch! I wish you were never my child! You low life, dirty, slutty, fucking bitch!" And at slap on the face and a punch in the got, I got. It just kept on going.

Jake was at his friends house playing video games, and I was stuck here with no true friends. You would think being almost ten I would have a lot of friends. But I don't because of all the rumors.

I saw a knife being pulled out of a drawer. I got a cut on the face and leg. Nothing too damaging.

He turned his back, and, taking my chance, I got up to run to my room. My run was more like a limp, but he didn't come after me.

"Run, you little bitch! Run! You can never get out alive!" I heard him say. This was the day that I just got back from a gang that used me for their own use. I didn't like it there, but I also didn't like it here. Why I came back here, no one will know. I know I won't either.

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I could feel myself shaking, and arms around me. I could tell that there were people worrying. Worrying about me.

I managed to break out of the hold and run into my room before tears started to run down my face.

Tears of hurt, hope, sadness, and happiness. Hurt and sad because of the pain I had been in when I was younger. Hope and happiness of what awaits me in the future. A future where there would be no pain for me. I world I though was only pretend. I world I always wanted.

I managed to close my door and fall on my bed as the tears started to blur my vision.

That night, I cried. And I cried. In arms that I did not know who's they were. All I heard before I became tired of my tears and fell into sleep was, "I love you, Sky. More than anything."