Two Pieces

Two Pieces- Chapter 1

"Callie, its time to wake up honey," my mom said as she flipped on the light.

"Uhhhhhh!" I mourned.

I got up and looked in the mirror on the opposite wall of my bed. My brown hair was all over the place in tangles, and my baggie bleached stained shirt was hanging over my gray sweats.

I walked over to my desk under the window and grabbed the brush and slowly ran through my hair, then put it up in a regular pony tale, and put on my glasses.

I dreaded waking up in the morning and going to school to get harassed by my fellow high school students. It was my senior year so counting down the days until I get out of the hell hole always made my day a tad better.

I put on a pair of light shaded skinny jeans and a sweat shirt to cover the scars on my wrist, and a pair of black VANS. Then slowly gathered enough courage to walk down stairs.

I went into the kitchen and "ate breakfast." I don't really eat because people at school always call me "fat ass" and "rhino". At first I didn't believe it but then I started to slowly give in and then I stopped eating.

As I was getting ready to walk to the bus stop when my little sister Macy asked me, " Why are you wearing a sweat shirt? Its 80° outside!"

She was 11 and very perky and peppy. Her favorite thing to do was to correct people, and of course I was her favorite person to do that to was me.

"My class rooms are cold Macy, let me be," I replied sharply.

I yelled good bye to my mom and walked to the bus stop, leting my mind roam.

Sometimes I say facts in my mind to myself to keep me from focusing on all the bad things in life.

"I was 17 and lived in a small town in South Carolina, I don't have many friends. My dad is never home, he is always traveling on the job. I do live with my mom and Macy though,"

"Macy has long blonde hair which is really curly, and sparkly blue eyes. My mom has blonde hair as well, but her hair is straight. She has brown eyes,"

"I have long brown hair that is straight until it its the bottom then curls out in different directions. I have brown eyes also like my mom. I have glasses with a square, black frame,"

"No one particularly likes me, I am the school punching bag,"

"I'm also depressed, I don't have anyone to talk too and I'm very suicidal. I often think of committing suicide, but coward out,"

"Which I don't understand why because no one would miss me,",

I saw the bright yellow bus turn around the corner and took a deep breath in and out.

"Stay Strong," I told myself as I climbed on.

It was crowded no seats empty at all, I only found a few in the back with only one person.

I started making my way back to the back of the bus without tripping over stuff in the middle of the isle.

Once I did I saw the leg pop out from a seat to try to trip me, so I tried to dodge it. It was to late though, I already did.

I layed there on the floor in the middle of the isle with my books flown every where and about 50 people laughing at me.

How great?

When your depressed your really insecure and don't like a lot of attention, so this was just another slit on my wrist.

I got up and gathered my books when I hear people yelling "Stupid bitch, get your head out your ass!" and "Fat ass you shook the bus when you fell!"

I asked a very good looking boy with brown hair that was spiked up on the very end if I could sit with him, though I knew I had no chance.

He actually said yes though.

"Thanks for letting me sit here, that doesn't happen much for me, I would usually get pushed off the seat," I said quietly.

He smiled and his blue eyes sparkles when he said,"No biggie. The same things happen to me too. There is just something about us that set people off huh?"

I smiled in return,"Wow, it feels so good to find someone who feels the same. Whats your name?"

"Anthony, Anthony Presscot," he said sticking his hand out for me to shake.

I shook his hand as I accidentally said,"Anthony

you are too good looking to be bullied as much as me,"

Oh my cheese and crackers, I bet I scared him away. I was so close to having a friend!

But then he started laughing!

"You as well! Whats your name?" He said still laughing.

I smiled, did he actually call me good looking?

"Uhh, Callie. Callie Shorts."

"Nice to meet you Callie shorts, I hope we can meet again tomorrow! This is my stop sadly," He said with a frown.

I looked out the window and were at the private school in town, I couldn't afford to go to the school.

"Me too," I smiled. " Have a good day!"

He smiled as he walked down the isle.

Wow did I really make a friend a cute boy friend?

This is all too new to me.

I pulled my knees up to my chest and hugged them until my bus stop at the public school. I slowly stood up gathered my books, made sure I had the knife in my pocket, an walked off the bus.