The Virtue Of Silence

Not Good Enough to be True

Fuck this school. Fuck this life, fuck everything. Fuck it all and a tube of Wasabi sauce.

The beatings that I take from the orphanage and at school is plain ridiculous and I just don't want to deal with it all at the moment. The fact that the twins are getting on my case that they think that He is my boyfriend and HE thinks that I have no life whatsoever and feels like he has to take pity on me is almost nauseating. I don't want to deal with this anymore. I just can't do it.

Juanita doesn't come with me anymore to school or anywher for that matter. She usually jsut stays at her office and when I try to ask for anything, she jsut waves me off, saying that she would deal with it later and when she's done her work, then she'll help me. Help me my ass.

Lukas hasn't been getting on my case recently but after to first three days he kept asking and asking about why I called the local Orphanage my home. I replied with an "I don't" on a piece of paper and he would go quiet for some time before asking something similar and he would get the same answer. After the first three days, though, he got over it and wouldn't ask me anout it because he knew that I wouldn't blurt out a straight answer.

Walking up the steps of the school with my messenger bag slung on my right shoulder and my hood covering my eyes, I attempted not to make that much trouble getting into the school without being noticed. Noticed by who, Lukas, the people that hit me, and the sluts that call me worse names than I care to repeat. I failed.

As soon as I walked through the doors, the receptionist peaked from her glasses before going back to her computer. Okay, not so bad, she hardly gives half a shit of who walks through this door. Moving on. I nearly got to my locker before I was hauled off my feet and was slammed into the lockers on the other side of the hallway.

"So this is where you've been. Trying to get away fromus, I see," he snarls at me.

Shrinking away, I tried to get up. My muscles didn't seem to get the memo and I collapsed on the hard marble floor.

"What do you have in that bag," the other one says. Wrenching my bag off my shoulder nearly put it out and I gasped from the agony that it brought. I was scared, but I was never give these fools that satifaction.

"Oh hey guys, I found something to eat," the guy with my bag hollars.

"Really? What is it," who seemed to be the leader asks.

"Leftovers. Scalloped Potatoes, chicken, and steamed vegetables," the guy with my bag says.

"Oh, yum. I guess you have a grand dinner every night. That's just what I'm assuming," the buff guy in a leather jacket growls.

Yeah, right. I have to deal with food smothered in my hair and grape juice staining my clothes, I thought to myself.

Dumping everything else on the floor next to me, I tried to get to them, only to be dragged by my ankles ten feet away and beaten to a pulp.

When they finally left me to care for my own wounds, I crawled to my bag and began to stuff everything into my bag. After I was sure that everything was back in my bag, minus the lunch that they took with them, I used to the lockers beside me to hoist myself onto my feet.

Walking to my locker on the other side, I heard the bell chime and I had to make a dash to History class. The bell went right when I walked in the room and I let out a sigh of relief.

'You, miss, you are late," the teacher boomed in a very low, masculine voice.

I ducked my head and rushed for the nearest empty seat. The back of the class in the corner. Great.

Slipping off my bag and putting it at my feet, I slumped in my chair and began to stare into space. I was thinking about why I was here, and what I'll do about Lukas when I heard the bellowing voice call on me. Just great.