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Lucila Gray
I was told to go to bed with no supper tonight though once I heard the foot steps stop, the hallway light shut off and the doors slam shut I knew then the coast was clear. I tiptoed all the way down the steps, little creaks here and there from the wooden floor and I plead to god himself I wouldn't get caught.
I made my way to the fridge, scrambling through the shelves. I got on my knees and started to move things out of the way and that's when I saw it, mamas special ice cream.
If I could see my eyes right now I'm pretty sure they'd be glowing, when I was sad or she was we'd stay up late, eat this ice cream and all pain would go away. I didn't even worry about a spoon, I just dipped my head back and poured it into my mouth.
All of a sudden the lights flickered on and a tired looking Jameson stood rubbing his eyes with his fist. Could my luck get any worse? His eyes went wide as he saw me sitting on the floor with a ice cream mustache.
"My oh my what do we have here?" He smirks, I whipped my arm across my face getting the stain off my top lip.
"Don't tell dad" I beg and he arches his eye brow
"Don't tell on Kenny then" he says out flatly, I could either get Kenny in deep trouble or risk my supper for two whole nights.
"That's not fair, it isn't even my fault why I didn't eat dinner" I pout and he chuckles.
"Sissy life isn't fair" I groan and stand up shutting the fridge and throwing out the now empty ice cream container.
"Fine, I won't tell. If he touches me again though" I warn
"Trust me he wouldn't want to touch a pig like you ever again"
...
I was sitting in detention, detention! I'm crying historically because I honestly didn't do anything wrong. There goes another supper down the drain tonight the thought makes my stomach growl.
The reason why I am here though is Jameson, yes my brother. In and out of the house he always makes my life a living hell. I watched as he glares at me from across the room. Now back to the story, I was walking the hallway when he just comes over and shoulder checks me.
I turn around and he puts on a show touching Kenny just like Kenny touched me while Kenny fake crys. Everyone laughs and I'm humiliated. I go over to him and just as I'm about to hit him he shoves me to the ground.
Mrs. Greenwell automatically grabs James by the ear and me by the hand putting us here, in detention. Father is coming any minute and when he gets here Jameson will feed him some bullshit excuse on how I'm the reason for this and I'll go to bed with no say in it.
"Good afternoon Mr.Gray" mrs. Greenwell smiles
"Can we speak outside?" She asks leading him through the door he had just walked through, he nods with a straight face. He is not happy.
"This is all your fault bitch" he spits.
"Don't cuss at me, you pushed me" I shout quietly.
"Only cause you tried hitting me" he defends.
"Because you were being a jerk!" I fight
"Enough!" My dad yells and I gulp.
"Both of you need to quit acting like children, Jameson Mrs.Greenwell had told me that it is in fact true what happened with Lucila and Kenny in school the other day and what has happened today"
"Lucila I am sorry for no supper" my dad looks at me and suddenly I feel guilty.
"She ate last night after we went to bed!" Jameson shouts and I bite my lip.
"Well damn good, she deserved to. As for you, you will not eat tonight" he glares at James and James rolls his eyes.
"This is so bullshit, I wish I was dead" I hear him mumble.
