Two Pieces

Two Pieces- Chapter 2

I hopped down the stairs of the bus and sat on the red table in front of the school. No one noticed me at all except for one person. Lee Ann Blue.

Now I know what your thinking, just another mean girl. Your wrong, she is worse than Regina George. She is a true devil child, born and raised in pink.

"Look who's here?! It's fat ass Callie," Lee Ann smiled.

"Good one! That took you a while didn't it?" I stated with a smirk.

"Shut up bitch!" Lee Ann screamed so people would notice.

In seconds people started to crowd around and point and laugh. Which was not good, I HATE attention.

Tears started to form in my eyes, I couldn't see everything was a blur.

"Why don't you go cry to your whore of a mamma!" Lee Ann laughed.

So did everyone else, that's when I broke. I got up grabbed my stuff and ran into the school. I dropped my books to the ground and sprinted through the hallway, feeling my hair fly back from my face. I made it to the bathroom and checked under all of the stall doors, then shut myself in one of the stalls and pulled out the knife.

With every slash to my wrist i told my self the truth:

It was true my mom was a whore, she was married to my dad but slept with a new guy every night. I just try to ignore it, like i try to ignore the rest of the world. 

My dad doesn't know, but if i told him i would get beat to a killing extent.

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~Anthony's POV~

I was in math class, while the teacher was blabbing on about pi? I honestly couldn't care less. All i could think about was Callie. There was something about her, I got this feeling in my stomach when I talked to her. It's like happiness and nervousness combined. I really never experienced it before, maybe that happened when you feel a connection with someone. I never have before i don't really have any friends.

My thoughts were interrupted by the long ring of the bell. I stood up beside my desk, picked up my books, then got pushed to the ground.

I heard a familiar voice say, "Sorry didn't see you there shit face!"

I looked up to see Brock Grand, the douche of the school. He picked on pretty much everyone, but his posy of jocks. I was his favorite to pick on though.

He had light brown hair that laid just above the eyebrows, he was tall and skinny but had a good

"Shut. Up. Brock." I said through clenched teeth.

A few laughs rang out,"Stop trying to get people to care. No one ever will, just like your mom. She ran away because she didn't care about you. She didn't want to watch her failure of a son grow up,"

I got up and walked out swiftly, passing laughing kids.

The reason my mom left was not because of me, it was because my dads abusive. She always told me when i was little that one day we would run away together, and never look back. We could sit out every night and watch the sun go down, and catch fire flies. I waited and waited for that day to come. Then one day, when I was 12, i walked into my room after a long day of school and saw a note on my bed.  I picked it up and it read:

Dear Anthony,

I'm love you so much you have grown to be such a strong young man. But it was time for me to  go. I'm so sorry.