I hate this. The way I unconditionally love my mom, knowing she wishes I was never born.
Why do I do this to myself?
As I turn and walk towards my room to grab my backpack, I feel something warm and moist travel down my cheek. I am not going to cry, I won't let my self , I think as I wipe the tear off of my face. I grab my plain denim blue backpack and drape it over my shoulder. As I am about to walk out of the house I take a quick look in the mirror only to see the same horrid thing I see every day; my 4' 7" frail looking body dressed in whatever I had in my closet, today I'm wearing a pink tank- top, a faded blue sweater , blue tattered jeans, and yellow worn out sneakers.
My orange mess of hair is just sitting on my head in a pony tail, looking like a limp carrot draped on my left shoulder. While I look at myself digustedly in the mirror, seeing my body encased in freckles, the only thing that I can bare to look at is my pretty blue-green eyes. I haven't a clue as to how my mother is actually my mother, I mean, we look nothing alike. She's a tallish, I'd say at least 5'6", with a slender sleek body wrapped in warm cocoa skin, and her hair, her hair is a live and bouncy chocolate with tendrils intertwined perfectly as if made of silk. We can't be related. The one time I asked her why we didn't look alike was awful, I can still feel the claw of her nails on my arms after she went berserk on me.
After staring at myself for about five minutes, I quickly turn and run as I hear the screech of tires. I bolt through the door and run down the street to see the last couple of kids boarding the bus. As the doors of the bus begin to shut I slip in quickly and look around for a seat.
The kids are all wild. Jumping around like monkeys at a zoo, screaming like lions trying to make their territories. I'm actually afraid. I get nudged and bumped into a couple of times until I finally find a seat in the back. The seat is empty and I'm wondering why, when all of a sudden the kids on the bus go completely and utterly silent. Their all staring intently at me, the occasional snicker masked by a hand. More than twenty five pairs of eyes looking at me and the only thing I'm focused on is the hissing coming from my left.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!," I let out a loud and horrendous shriek as I jump up and out of the seat.
The snake. The intricately patterned red, black and yellow snake stares intently at me. I stare into it's eyes but it doesn't move, witing for me to flinch.
"Move out of the way!," I hear the bus driver say as he marches his way towards the back of the bus.
" What in the mother of G....." he stops talking when he finally realizes the extra presence on the bus.
The snake, it's still staring at me, right into my eyes. It's eyes are like a pool of rich dark ink, some would say mesmerizing, but to me it's completely repulsive. The bus driver suddenly grabs me by the arms while making a quick 180° turn with me in his hands. The snake then lunges at me, but misses by half an inch and bites the bus driver directly on the arm. He drops me and make us all get of the bus quickly. In less than a minute, all of the kids are of the bus and quickly texting on their phones. I on the other hand am looking frantically for the bus driver. I finally spot him clambering out of the bus, the snake nowhere in sight.
He's talking harshly into his phone," It was a coral snake I'm telling you!" He sighs and finally sais " Okay, just send an ambulence, Oh and I'm a bus driver, so call the cops too, Iv'e got a bus load of kids here," by now he's sweating and pale looking, the bite mark is bleeding and turning somewhat purple.
I feel bad. Like this is somehow my fault. I doubt that it's not.
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This is my Time {Complete}
Historia CortaTwo girls.... trying to survive.... bullying, abuse, even suicide. Will they give up, or will they find hope as their lives take an interesting turn of events?
