Saving Grace

Chapter 4

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K

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"Seriously, Michael. Why do you keep standing up for me?" I say not wanting to accept the fact that someone in my life might actually care about what happens to me.

"I am standing up for you because 1. I like you 2. I am going to save you Grace and 3. Because I want to." he said in a dismissive tone, as if what he just said was not the biggest compliment I have ever gotten in my life.

"You like me? No one has ever said that to me before." I say sheepishly looking at my feet. Michael grabs my chin and gently tips it so I am looking up at him. I automatically flinch at his touch, but he doesn't remove his hand. 

"I am sorry to hear that. I have no idea why people don't say it more often, you are incredibly beautiful and amazing and smart. Your life means everything. Maybe not to you but to me-already, it's worth anything and everything." I am shocked. He probably didn't mean any of that.

"Did you mean all of that?" I whisper. Michael places both of his hands on my face and looks me directly in the eyes.

"Yes, I meant every last bit of it." He says still looking straight into my eyes.

"Thanks" I whisper  

"Your welcome." He looks at his wrist as if he was checking the time. "We got to go, school is going to start soon" He grabs my wrist and pulls me off the wall I was evidently leaning upon. He slips his hand from my wrist to my hand and then interlocks it with mine. His touch sends tingles up my arm. We both start down the second flight of stairs. His locker is about as far away from mine as it can get; mine is A10 and his is F32. I grab my Calculus books and go to his locker. He is checking his schedule and without looking up he says "Hey, Grace. What's you first period?"

"I got Calc. Why?"

"I did too. Do you mind showing me where it is, that idiot at the counter didn't put down the room numbers." Michael explains with exasperation in his words. 

"Yeah sure." We start off towards the calculus class. I really hate this class because even though it is an AL class it isn't challenging. All of my classes are AL, even the P.E. class. Most people would expect a "nerd" like me to my unathletic and fat, when in reality I am most likely the fittest person in the class. Only my P.E. teachers know that though, they let me test by myself. Moral of the story, DON'T JUDGE ME BY WHAT I WEAR!!!! I like sweats, they cover up the side affects of abuse; bruises, scars. I like to wear jumpers, they also cover up the side affects of  abuse. I am most commonly cover in purple-y blue bruises. Most are perfect circles, with purple insides and a ring of blue around the edges. You get used to gruesome sights when they are constantly reminding you of what you came from and what your going back to.

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