Where the line ends.

Jamie and doctors.

Chapter 3

My next class hour was algebra 2 with Ms.Penny. "At least this teacher don't exactly hate me." I thought to my self as I entered the room. Jason sat beside me which was just what I needed. Not. Earlier today after the mix up in the bathroom he wouldn't stop taking staring at me. I mean he just kept stealing glances I mean it was only last hour but still. Once I got to class I sat down and played with my hair for the last few minutes of our in between-minute-periods. With about 15 seconds to spare Jason came barreling in the class with a funny expression. I couldn't exactly identify it but we almost met eye contact if I hadn't skidded my eyes away from his. He whispered in my ear, "Can I borrow a pencil?" his some-what-deep-tone sounded cracked as if he was about to cry, but it had looked like he had been running a mile or two before he came to class because he was out of breath and sweating all over. "Can I borrow a pencil?" he questioned. I hurriedly grabbed a pencil out of my binder and handed it to him and he grabbed it as gentle as he could and murmured the word, "Thanks." I of course said no prob, trying to conceal my joy that he talked to me. Then of course here comes miss high school sweet heart Jamie Hawkins. She always has one of the entrances the hot girl appears in a movie when all the boys mouthes drop. She skidded her eyes across the room and batted them at Jason. He of course was to blind to notice for he was just examined the mechanical pencil I had just handed to him. It was just a cheep nock off of a ink joy pencil not all that fancy. he seemed so interested in it that I lost all of my thoughts about Jamie and just watched him fiddle with the pencil. It just had occurred to me that I had 5 problems left in my homework unfinished so I hurried and answered them all shocked at how fast I did the problems. I was nearly making a B+ in the class but I honestly don't care at this point because it's so easy any more so what evs. We jotted down the notes that Ms.Penny was babbling about and got out our assignment. I stuck it in my binder and just acted as if I was done. Jason looked over at me and said, "Your done already?" "Ya sure I am just going to take it home." he looked at me as if I had gone crazy but I just looked away because I really didn't want to talk to him, I had talked enough for the day. I started on my way home when some hands touched my shoulders very abruptly then shoved me on the ground. It was Jamie. She kicked me with her high heeled boot the knocked me up next to a tree. I am a big girl I mean I weigh 143 and only 4'11 & 3/4. Then she smiled a wicked grin and said, "Have a nice day ugly!" Then stomped away proudly with her boots. I stood up and examined my self. To my relief nothing was broken but my right arm had a gash in it about the length of a pencil and as wide as your pinky. It didn't even really sting it was just bleeding a lot. I carried on walking home and unlocked the door with my key. To my horror I found my foster brother making out with some girl. She was the first one to notice me and yelped and my brother yelled, "What the hell happened to you?" I looked down and saw the blood running from my gash onto the tile. "Umm I had a accident... don't worry just continue tying tongues with who ever that is." he looked at me in astonishment. "Kelsey leave I need to talk to my sister." She did leave and just looked at me intensely. "Who did this?" Brad asked me in such a rude manner as if he was irritated. "I fell." As I lied my teeth gritted so hard that I thought they might fall out. "We're going to the emergency room." "No!" I cried, but he grabbed the first aid kit wrapped my arm in some gauze then took me outside and told me to get in the car, of course I did because he was about 2 times my size and about 4 times the strength so why wouldn't I? He drove super fast with his flashers on I told him it was no big deal but he just glanced at me and said, "I think not!" and kept driving. Once we got there I saw a nurse anxiously waiting for her next patient which so happened to be me. She grabbed me by my good arm and led me to a room where she weighed me and took my height. The same. She went and left me alone where my brother later came in. (For a foster brother he cared for me just as if we were blood realities.) He sat there tapping his feet worriedly and looked at the room. It was painted a light grey with bright splattered diamonds every where. Finally the doctor came in. He took off my temporary bandage and examined the injury. He clicked his tongue and shook his head and said, "This needs stitches." He went and pulled out a funny needle that was green and bent in a curved way, scissors, and stitching thread. He put on some numbing gel and started sewing. I honestly didn't feel anything, he did really good too. He said, "Here you go for being a tough girl!" and handed me a sucker. I said, "Umm thanks?" Let me remind you that I am 14. My foster brother said thanks and we checked out and went home.