Different Worlds Collide

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Stephanie’s P.O.V

My sides ached and I could barely get up. The beating last night was brutal. I don’t even know why I moved here in the first place…

My uncle, he was vicious, self-centered, and he had an emotionless heart. I grew up with my dad. my mother had died when I was three years old. I barely remember her, and I do not know the real reason why she died my dad never mentioned her. the little I know about her is through photos, and things I had found in the basement of my home. Life's not fair and decided the I had to lose the little I had. Last year my loving father passed away, because of lung cancer. Since my very loving family, which weren't many, didn’t have the ‘money’ or time to take care of me and the only one that  offered to take me in was my uncle.

  I moved here 4 weeks ago, to this little town. The street in which this house was located was a very isolated one, and the house was surrounded by trees. There is a forest nearby, I think that that's was the only place I could go without worries and feel relaxed. At first he played a nice and gentle man but just after a week and a half things changed. Almost everyday he comes to the house drunk, and decides to take his pent up anger on me. I haven't told anyone because I did not know anybody and he had threatened me with my dad's savings. I had always wanted to become a Doctor and my dad had worked very hard to save up the money for me to go to college and I really needed it since  I would graduate in 6 months, and I wasn't going to let all my father's savings fall into the hand of my uncle.  Lately the beatings have gotten worse , yesterday he came walked in home late with a broken bottle in hand, and when he broke down my door. Even though I tried to hide, he smashed the glass bottle against my ribcage. It stung really bad, thank God that I had taken a first aid class and knew how to bandage myself up, but  the worst thing is that tomorrow I am starting school.

Waking up ,I took a refreshing bath, and sorted through all my long sleeved shirts and hoddies, since they were the only things I cloud use to hide my scars. I decided on a black sleeved shirt and black skinnies.

I got down stairs silently as I walked through my uncle passed out in the bottom stairs. I grabbed some yogurt and made my way out the door. Dreading the hours to come

 The school was really big and there were a lot of girls standing beside their expensive sports cars and talking to jocks. Friends catching up with what they had done through the winter break.In that exact moment the bell rang. “Fudge” I muttered under my breath. I made my way to the school’s office running because I was already late and I didn’t want my teacher to think I was skipping or absent on my first day.

After receiving my schedule by the not very nice old lady that had no desire to work anymore in my opinion. I noticed that first period was world studies. I hate it!

I had to sit all alone since I had not made any friends and I did not have any desire to either, I was just going be here for six months. At lunch people had been throwing weird glances at me, and glares all day I mean I’m just another girl in the school. I know I'm new but the could disguise a little.

Next I had advanced math and was having a little bit of trouble finding it. When I entered the room I had all eyes on me again.

 I felt a pair of intense eyes on me I ignored the feeling though; I gave my slip to the teacher for her to sing it so she could give me my book. When she did she called for attention.

 “Good afternoon class, today we have a new student.” She turned to look at me “would you please introduce yourself?”

I hate attention! “M-My name I-is Stephanie but you can call me Steph if you-you want, I moved here two weeks ago and I play the flute” I finished talking and looked at the floor.” where did you move from?”Asked the teacher “Washington” I answered nervously. "Good! Hope you can adjust to the changes you can sit next to Matt.  Raise your hand Matt!”

A really hot guy raised his hand. He had brown soft looking straight hair, he looked strong but not the body builder kind, he was tanned and really handsome, but I couldn’t afford to think like other girls and have an infatuation with guys here. I  don't trust men, all of them are the same,self centered and egocentric. I sat beside him and when I looked up he was there grinning like an idiot, I just did what I always did to push away everybody, they don't need to know me or treat me with pity, when people get to know me that's just what they do. I looked down and hid my face with my hair.

I couldn’t be attached to anyone, that would just bring problems...