"Noknee Bennet!" I glanced up, I was a runner, I ran hard. But I slowed as I edged closer toward the nest of stubborn memories inside my mind refusing to leave my broken boxes of emptiness. They were eager to wobble my knees for me. "Run!" "We can't have you stumbling within the second you even start the mile run based on pure stupidity, Noknee!" My PE teacher belched at me. I am the fastest runner here, I spring from corner to corner of this football field within a matter of minutes, seconds even! I take off. My PE teacher doesn't know me, doesn't know that I don't give a shit about school. I have stories, the ones people are to afraid to listen to, she was afraid. A jock once asked me out last year of the second semester and I told him that I sleep on couches and live off the hammy downs of poor peoples donations. And that my family doesn't give a shit about me so one day, at age 11, I walked into my grandparents alcohol cabinet and got myself hammered for the first time just to see if anyone would notice. It was the middle of the day and nobody didn't notice, thet just didnt care. I start jogging, and as I hear her shouts again, I do something I have never done before. I walk off the field. I just quit. I will never get a job in running, will never make it to nationals, I have just dequalified myself from a good healthy life. I don't actually know why I did it, maybe I couldn't stand being bitched at, maybe I wanted to be a rebel, whatever the reason, that day I lost the last of what I had, humanity, or family, even if it was a scrappy, messed up family, at least it was something. I decided to leave a note for miss Anderson about how I'm sorry, that I knew she wanted me to make it to nationals, but that I just couldn't do it anymore. At our school if your on basketball class, football, or runner like me, then it's a priviliage. And if you leave, cut class, or your grades drop, then you are automatically cut from that class.... It's too bad, really. Could have stopped me from what I did next...
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Why She's Jealous
Chick-LitAn unforgettable past. An unforgivable wreckage. A time lapse and a picture. All types of rebellious acts are consumed and eaten up whole. Can Noknee Bennnet handle all the lies, misfortune, turmoil, house hold problems, and drama? Find out now! You...
