Stare

Guardians

3 years later

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My life was most certainly deeper then rock bottom. I had no one. My mother had fully transformed into the crazy religious woman she was becoming. My brother even hated me. My own brother. That one day about 3 and a half years ago was the last time I talked to Brandon. We haven't even looked at each other in the hallway anymore. Jennifer and all my friends seem like we have never known each other for our whole lives and all I have left are my thoughts. But there not even safe anymore. My powers have gotten stronger. I still don't understand my fathers plan. My wardrobe has totally changed, my mother now makes all my clothes. Ive learned to cope with it. They looked like something you would get from free people but a little more cheap. We now went to church every sunday and prayed before bed, after we woke up, and at dinner. Every time me and my brother had "sinned" my mom made us pray for what we have done. I was now the girl with the overly religious mother. But I was now a junior almost senior. I still didn't know what I was going to do with my life if my dads "plan" was a fraud.

I tapped my pencil on the desk. This class made me want to fall asleep. My teachers voice sounded like one of those people from those old educational videos. My sight slowly inched toward the windows. It was a mistake putting me back here with all these windows. I kept tapping my pencil to the beat of a song that had been stuck in my head. I felt like a nobody in my class payed attention to me unless I was saying something. If I answered a question wrong the room would fill with whispers and giggles. My cheeks felt hot no matter what. I had no self esteem left. Everything, gone.

"Miss Staten! Pay attention!" Mr. Deandra yelled. Everyone slowly turned there heads to me. Some rolled their eyes. Some did nothing but stare. I tried not to look at anyone, my powers might unleash. I just nodded.

"Sorry" There was a bit of attitude in my voice.

"God damn right you are." Some kid a few seats away from me mumbled. He looked around the room to see if anyone laughed. I scowled and pretended not to hear him. I ended up not paying attention for the rest of class. For the past three years I've been bullied, physically abused, and spit on. Its amazing how I haven't lash out with situations like this. My father taught me to contain my self. When the bell rang everyone got up except for me. I was in my own state of mind again. Dreaming about the usual.

"Miss Staten, the bell has rung, you can go now." He pushed his glasses halfway down his nose. His face seemed annoyed. I was brought back to the present. I shook my head and shuffled my books in the right position. The hallways were always a struggle. People had no respect for anyone in the hallways, they would shove and do what ever it takes to get to class on time. One time this kid even surfed on top of people. Its sometimes worse then those death metal concerts. The one thing I hated about high school is gym. We all had to change in the same room and even shower. Its disgusting. As soon as I stepped in the locker room the smell of sweat and cheap deodorant struck my nose nearly knocking me out. I always arrived first so I didn't have to watch the other girls get dressed. Today we were scheduled for the pool..... yay. The cold handle of my gym locker stung stronger then sticking a bare hand into fresh snow after a blizzard. The echo of the locker opening showed that I was alone. After taking off my clothes for gym I felt more venerable then ever. The giggles of the rest of the girls got louder and louder. I sped up the changing processes. I didn't bother to lock my locker. Once I was done I began to rush out of the locker room. I looked down not paying attention to everyone else. Suddenly something hit my head. I stopped and looked up to see the face of the enemy who started this all. Jennifer. She was even more sluttier then I remembered.

"Get out of my way freak." She sighed. I wanted to punch her, but I kept my fathers word. Without any words or hesitation I moved. Outside of the locker room the boys were just getting out of the pool. My heart fluttered when I saw Brandon. He looked perfect. I don't think I will ever be able to let go of him, it pained me everyday just to think about him. I looked on the opposite direction of him. Coach usually had us jump in the pool at the same time. Jennifer soon came out of the locker room. She looked at me then looked at Brandon. Her face lit up with an evil delight. She waltzed over to him. They were now right in front of me.