There's No Wrong in Hoping- Foxxay

Part 2

Cordelia rolled over and got out of bed. The sun was barely up, yet it seemed to be a hundred degrees in her room already. She got ready, and headed down for breakfast. Nobody had gotten up to make her any food, as always. Her mother must've been out late again last night; she's either in her room sleeping it off or in someone's else's bed. It's no surprise anyway- it's been like this ever since Cordelia had remembered. After downing some cereal and a glass of orange juice, she headed out the door and to school. It didn't take long to get there, and soon enough she saw the clumps of cliques of boys and girls gathered around the premises. A few girls waved to Cordelia, but she ignored them and set off to find misty. She searched and searched- until finally she found her behind a hedge; seeming to try to hide from the others. When Misty saw Cordelia, her eyes got bright and she smiled real big. "Hiya Cordelia! How're you?" Misty asked excitedly. "I'm fine. And you?" Cordelia said putting a fake smile on her face. Misty stood up and grabbed Cordelia's hand and dragged her into the school just as the bell rang. They headed off to their respective homerooms. As Cordelia sat through her dull classes, her thoughts couldn't help but drift to misty. She is so beautiful! Cordelia, pitiful, Cordelia, a disgrace Cordelia- (her mother thought so terribly of her) she couldn't deserve someone as wonderful as misty. Someone so mystical and gorgeous could never be with Cordelia- she didn't deserve it- did she? Just as Cordelia had finished this thought, she noticed that the room had gone silent, except for her teacher- "Cordelia? Are you going to pay attention? Why won't you answer my question?" Cordelia just stared and asked "c..come again?" The teacher said, "I asked you what the staple of medieval life was! But obviously, you don't know." Cordelia sat there embarrassed and not knowing the answer. She asked to be excused to the bathroom, and got up and left. On her way, she heard a sharp cry from one of the science rooms. "Please sir! You don know what your askin me to do!" A teacher yelled back at what was an obviously distressed misty. Cordelia looked at the sign outside of the door and saw it was a biology room. Obviously, misty was in this class. Before she knew it, misty ran out of the room, almost knocking Cordelia over. Once misty saw her, she flung her arms around Cordelia, sobbing. Cordelia comforted her and led her to the bathroom. Misty's eyeliner was running down her face, and she spluttered out a scattered explanation, "He, he tried to make me cut open and destroy- dissect a poor innocent frog. Why would you destroy one of God's beautiful creatures? I don't understand! I get that it's for science, but isn't there some other option? I hate dead things!" Misty continued sobbing, and Cordelia tried her best to comfort her. "I can't go back- back to that class." Misty said, looking into Cordelia's eyes. "You have to. Show him up! Tell him he's wrong! You can do it! I believe in you." Cordelia said. She took a wet paper towel and cleaned Misty's face the best she could. They each headed back to their classes, misty timidly, but she made it.

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Misty giggled as she took a bite out of her sandwich. The two girls were at lunch, and were discussing how terrible the other girls makeup looks. "She looks like an orange! With bright pink lipstick! It's hideous!" Cordelia told misty. This made misty laugh so hard, she almost spit out her water. "Hey, Cordelia, why don't you come to my house after school today? We can stop along to see some of my favorite places on the way. It'll be fun!" Misty asked, remembering her mother would be out until 10 tonight. "That would be so nice, misty" Cordelia smiled as she answered. The girls continued their silly little talk until the lunch bell rang and they went to their classes again.

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The girls met at the hedge where Misty had been sitting earlier that day. They walked together, toward the bayou, misty skipping happily alongside Cordelia. Cordelia wondered how anyone could be so happy. All of a sudden, misty stopped. "Wait! Cordelia! Come here!" Cordelia followed misty into the woods a little ways. "This is where I like to come to just sit. It's a nice view of the river." There was a hollowed out hole in a tree, and misty was right- there was beautiful view. The warm wind blew pleasantly to where they were standing. Misty continued walking through the woods. "Come on Cordelia! It's only a little ways from here." They soon walked up to a smaller house, only two or three rooms it seemed. Misty unlocked the door to a, as guessed, teeny tiny house. There was a small living area/dining room/kitchen. To the left there was a bathroom, and a closed door, which misty said was her "momma'a room". Misty led her into a small, but cozy room to the right. "This is my room." She said quietly. There was a metal bed with a mattress that had many raggedy quilts piled on top of it. A small mirror sat on an old dresser, next to a cassette player. There were cassettes scattered around it, among necklaces and other items. There were many shawls and dresses hanging on the walls, and posters. Cordelia noticed, right next to where her pillow lay, there was a Polaroid of a young misty, smiling next to a man and a woman. Cordelia decided not to ask, but misty had noticed her staring. "That's my daddy. Don't know where he went, but he was a good man. That's my mama too, she's out now. Good thing too. Don't know if she'd like you much." Misty sighed. "Wait! I think I have one left! She dug through her drawers until she found a beat up Polaroid camera. She checked and saw she had a few pictures left, so she grabbed Cordelia, and snapped a photo. As it started to show up, misty took an old tack and hung it up right next to the other photo. "Now I'll see it everyday!" She said as she smiled at Cordelia. Cordelia smiled back. Misty said "take a seat, please! I'll put on some music!" Cordelia sat on the bed, the springs of the mattress squeaking beneath her. Misty popped in a cassette tape, and a song blasted out. Cordelia recognized the tune, but couldn't remember the name. Misty sensed her confusion, and said proudly, "This is Kind of Woman, by Stevie Nicks! Isn't it wonderful?" Cordelia agreed as they sat and listened to the song. It soon ended, and on came another song. It was Leather and Lace, soon explained by misty. After they had listened to many more songs, and talked up a storm, it had gotten dark, and Cordelia had to leave. They hugged each other goodbye where the road met the woods, and as Cordelia set off, Misty started to cry. She was alone now. When she got back to her room, he went and curled up in her bed, under all of the quilts, despite the heat, and sobbed silently to herself. She looked up at the two pictures- one of her dad and her, and the one of her an Cordelia. She felt a numb pain inside, one she had felt many times before. She wanted it all to go away. She needed to release this pain somehow. Her mom wouldn't be home for another three hours or so. Misty went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Breaking down, she sit on the tiled floor, wondering what she could do to take away the pain; if only for a while. Rummaging through the cabinet, she found a box of razor blades. She looked at her bruised arm, and then at herself in the mirror. She winced as she made the first mark, but it was real physical pain. She could see the blood, so that meant it was gone. The pain was temporarily not there. She cleaned her arm up, and saw ten deep gashes, still bloody, where she had hurt herself. Suddenly realizing what she had done, she ran into her room and wrapped a deep red shawl around her arm. She jumped into bed, sobbing. Soon enough, she fell asleep.

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Cordelia walked home in the dark alone. She had felt wonderful all afternoon with misty. The crickets chirped happily, and Cordelia was happy for once. As soon as she got home though, that happiness ended. Her mother was standing in the kitchen with a glare on her face. "Where the HELL WERE YOU?! I thought YOU were DEAD!" Cordelia stumbled on her words, and couldn't make out a sentence. "YOU STUPID IDIOT!" Her mother hollered. All at once, it happened. A sharp pain hit her face, followed by another. "Get out if my sight. You make me SICK." Her mother spit at her. Cordelia ran to her room, numb as ever, tears streaming down her face. All she wanted was Misty. All she needed was Misty. All she had was Misty.