What's Done is Done

"Carly! CARLY!"  Ms. Brennan called to me. I lifted my head up from the desk. Had I really fallen asleep? Great ANOTHER thing to be laughed at about.  "If you aren't going to pay attention in my class, well then you can stand in front of it." Everyone in the room laughed. Yep. Just another day in the life of Carly Olivia Wilson. Yeah my initials spell cow. Who names their daughter after a fat ass farm animal? My parents. I'm not popular, but you can probably tell. I have 2 friends on a good day. And the only boyfriend I've ever had was my Ryan Gosling poster. Sad, I know. After math class I walked down to guidance, but the secretary at the front desk stopped me from going in Mr. Strizzo's office.

"Carly, go back to class."

"It's my lunch period."

"This is your 6th time down here this week. And it's Tuesday. We're going to have to limit your visits. Every tuesday and Thursday you can come down for weekly visits and any other time for an EMERGENCY or scheduling."     She handed me a green card. My eyes started to well up. I looked around the office and we were the only two in here. Even the counslers were out.

"Now, Mr. S; isnt't availible to talk right now..." I cut her off.

"HOW DO YOU THINK IT FEELS TO BE THE LAUGHING STOCK OF THE SCHOOL?! HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE MADE FUN OF EVERYDAY AND THEN GO HOME TO A DAD WHO DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR EXISTENCE?! HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF YOU HAD NO ONE TO TALK TO AND WHEN YOU ONLY WANT A FRIEND AND SOMEONE ON YOUR SIDE, THAT GETS TAKEN AWAY FROM YOU TOO?!"

Mrs. DeKall stood up.

"Principals office. NOW."

I started to cry. I walked down to the prinicpals office and sat down in a chair while Mrs. DeKall explained what happed. A visitor asked me what was wrong.

"I want my mom." I sobbed

"Well do you wanna call her?" She handed me her phone

"I can't." I gave it back to her.

"Well why not?"

"She's dead." I started to cry more.

"I'm so sorry." The lady handed me her business card. "If you ever need to talk, or if you ever need anything, give me a call."

"Thanks."

Mr.Kaugh called me into his office. I sat down and Mrs.DeKall was standing there, like she owned the place.

"Carly, please explain what happened."

"I yelled at Mrs. DeKall."

"Why?"

"I felt alone. And she wouldn't let me talk to my guidance counseler."

"Well you can't keep going down to the guidance office"

"I have no one else to talk to."

"Friends, family?" I got furiated.

"I HAVE NO FRIENDS AND MY FAMILY DOESN'T CARE ABOUT MY EXISTENCE!"

"Carly!"

"Mr.Kaugh, you DON'T understand my situation!"

"Carly, I'm sorry but your attitude is horendous. 2 weeks detention. Wait in the waiting area. I'm calling your parents to let them know."

I walked out of the room and Dylan Hoster was sitting in the waiting area. Dylan is the quarter back of the football team and the most popular guy in school.

"You ok?" He asked me. I was shocked he was actually talking to me. It took me a second to respond.

"Yeah." I said as I wiped away a tear from rolling down my face.

"No your not, your crying." I laughed.

"Why do you even care? In fact why are you even talking to me?"

"Cause, I like you... Your nice." He looked down at his feet. I shook my head.

"You're joking right?"

"No?"

"God, it's bad enough that you guys make fun of me everyday but now you're pretending to like me."

"If I was pretending, would I do this?"

He kissed me, so passionately, I could only kiss back. The secretary walked in.

"CARLY!"

"Sorry..."

My dad walked in.

"Carly Olivia Wilson! I CANNOT believe you!"

"Dad, I'm sorry!"

"Sorry won't work this time Olivia! I raised you Better than this!"

"I know you did but I'm sorry." I sobbed into my hands. His eyes were filled with fury and rage.

"Mr. Wilson," Mr. Knaugh chimed in,"Can you step into my office?"

My dad walked into his office and as soon as the secretary left Dylan kissed me again.

"Text me." He said.

"What's your number?"

He handed me a  piece of paper and walked out. I was in awe. 'Holy shit.' I thought to myself, just then my dad walked out of the office.

"Your bring suspended for today and tomorrow." He said coldly.

"Ok." My answer rang with attitude.

"Let's go." He grabbed me by the arm and practically dragged me out of the school. 

We walked out to the car and 5 minutes into the ride I could feel him staring at me.

"What the hell happened today?"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"GOD DAMNIT!" He slammed his hand down on the steering wheel. "YOU ARE GONNA TALK ABOUT IT WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!"

"I don't want to." I stared out my window.

"I don't give a damn what you want! I don't care! What the hell was going through your head today?!"

"I was mad." I kept staring out my window

"Why were you-GOD DAMNIT LOOK AT ME!" I looked at him and his face was red. "Why, were you mad?"

"i just was." I replied dryly. My dad pulled into the nearest parking lot and stopped his truck abruptly. 

"WHY WERE YOU MAD? WHY WERE YOU SO MAD THAT YOU HAD TO YELL AT A TEACHER?! YOU'RE JUST A LITTLE BITCH, YA KNOW THAT?!" Tears rolled down my face heavily now. "YOU RUIN EVERYTHING CARLY. I WAS WITH A CUSTOMER WHO WOULD HAVE PAYED ME BIG MONEY BUT NO! NOW I DON'T HAVE THAT CUSTOMER ANYMORE. YOUR ATTITUDE MADE MOM LEAVE, AND NOW SHES DEAD! IS THIS REALLY HOW YOU WANT TO LIVE LIFE?!"

" Are you seriously blaming me for Mom's death?!"

"SHE LEFT 'CAUSE SHE COULDN'T HANDLE YOU ANY MORE."

 "ARE YOU SURE IT WASN'T YOU?!"   His faced raged with anger. He punched the steering wheel, causing the truck to beep, which startled me. I was already shaking, so a mini-heart attack didn't help to reduce my level of fear. 

My dad turned around to look at me, and was about to say something but bit his lip. Then he slapped me twice across the face. I held my face in agony and sobbed.

"Shut up ya big baby."

"I thought you promised you would never hit me." I weeped. Saying this only made him angrier. He raised his hand and slapped me again, this time harder. 

I looked out my window, wishing I wasn't here when I remembered the nice lady who was visiting the office this morning. I secretly pulled her card out of my pocket, after studying the card for a while, I realized her address was only a few houses away from here. My house was close by, so I knew what I had to do.