lucila//l.h.

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Lucila Gray

For some odd reason, no boys like me. I mean I don't think I am ugly but I mean I wouldn't know how others saw me since I'm not outside my body. My hair wasn't lengthy and blonde, I did have those blue eyes from my mama though.

My mother did always tell me if the boys can't see how much of a beauty you are in the inside than they don't deserve what's on the outside. I always memorized my mother, she was truly beautiful. I understood why papa married her.

Last year was the day she decided to leave this earth and join heaven. My Father drowned himself in his work, business men were always in and out of our house. I found older men slightly more appealing then I did the younger boys.

"Lucy!" My dad shouted I ran down the steps, Jameson my brother pushed me a bit making me almost lose my balance but I caught myself "slut" he harshly whispers I roll my eyes "jerk" I fight back and he puts his hands up in surrender "ooh scary" he laughs, picking up his backpack and sprinting to the bus.

He had got more obnoxious after moms death, I never really understood why he became so closed off. I mean I was the closets with mother, I had the right to feel more hurt then him but after all he is older, he's in grade twelfth whistle I'm in tenth.

I walk on to the bus, so many adolescent throwing papers, popping bubble gum and having there books on the seat saying "you can't sit here" I didn't understand why they couldn't just keep there bags on the floor like any other person.

"Lucila" I turn around and smiled at Wendy, she wore her hair in a high pony tail and her brown hair was completely straighten. She moves her backpack onto the floor and I smile at her.

"Thanks so much, that would of been embarrassing to stand" I chuckle nervously she waves it off "don't mention it"

...

School was a drag, the bus driver pulled the lever and I finally sprinted into the house. I really wasn't up for a mean snarky comment from James. I was in tears, some boy had used the same word Jameson called me but felt me up while colliding my back into a locker.

I pulled off my shirt there was a little cut on my shoulder blade, I dabbed my finger on my tongue, slipped it across the cut and hissed it's probably going to bruise under that cut. When I heard footsteps coming tours the door I quickly threw back on my shirt and whipped my tears.

I heard a knock "come on in" Jameson stand in view.

"Look, Kenny told me what happen" he walked over to me.

"He's just playing around" he shrug, shoving his hands in his pants.

"He touched me James, I didn't like it" I whimper, he pulled me into a hug. I don't think he's ever given me a hug maybe when I was like seven and it was because I fell off my bike.

"Don't tell lou" he begs, I shoved him off of me.

"He harassed me James!" I shout

"He was just fooling around Lucy! Get over yourself!" He shouts his face going red.

"You get over yourself you've been nothing but nasty to me since mom died well guess what?! You're not the only one that lost her" I lifted my leg up and took off my shoe, I swung at him countless times "Get out! Get out! Get out!" I scream over and over again.

Suddenly the shoe was out of my hands and James had his arms crossed and a wicked smirk on his face. "Lucy! What on earth do you think your doing?" My father asked with my shoe in his hand.

"He's being a jerk dad! He called me a slut and got his friend to too and then his friend touched me" I cried. Father looked at me then to Jameson.

"Is this true James?" My dad asked.

"What? Dad really? I'd never" he says acting fake hurt.

"Go to your room for the night Lucy." My dad sighs, holding out my shoe "and I don't want to ever see you use your shoe as a weapon again" he glares.

Great, now my whole family has turned on me.