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"How could you you whore?!" Selena yelled at me.
"It's not my fault your boyfriend wanted to sleep with me!" I yelled.
We were in the hallway being held back by two guys while a crowd of students surrounded us. The first thing Selena did when she saw me was charge at me and we started fighting.
"What's going on here?!" one of our teachers bellowed.
Everyone turned to look at him. Selena took this chance to escape Vince's hold and came slap me.
"You bitch." I said escaping Kyle's hold.
I punched her in the nose. We started fighting again. Two teachers came and broke us up this time. They dragged us to their classroom. I walked into the room and sat down in a seat.
"Why were Selena and you fighting Phoebe?" Mr. Martino asked.
He's a new teacher here and not bad looking either. All the girls talk about him. Even I have to admit that I have the hots for him.
"Phoebe?" he called.
"Huh? Sorry." I said.
"Why were Selena and you fighting?"
"Because I slept with her boyfriend."
"I don't wanna know but I have to ask. Why?"
"Because he wanted me to."
"So just because he said he wanted to sleep with you you slept with him?"
"Yeah."
He shook his head at me.
"Phoebe you don't need to sleep with guys just because they want you to. Especially guys who already have a girlfriend."
"Can I go now?"
"No. Selena and you both have after school detention."
"But that's not fair she started the fight."
"But you hit her."
"I wasn't gonna keep a lick."
"Get comfortable because you have an hour."
I slumped back in the chair. Stupid Selena. My mom's probably gonna beat me when I get home for being late and again for getting detention two weeks into school.
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I sat in detention for the stupid hour staring at the desk thinking about how I was gonna cover my bruises. My mom was abusive. After I was done with detention I got up and started leaving.
"Phoebe do you have a ride home?" Mr. Martino asked.
"I'll manage." I said.
"Phoebe let me bring you home."
"Isn't that illegal?"
"What?"
"A teacher bringing a student home."
"No."
In the end there was no arguing with him. I got in his car and let him drive me home. When I got there there were cop cars all around the front of the house. What's going on? I got out the car and ran towards the house.
"We can't let you pass." a cop said.
"That's my mom." I said pointing to a woman being brought out the house in handcuffs.
I watched a cop bring her to a car and walked over there.
"This is all your fault. You ratted us out to the police didn't you?" she said looking at me.
"No I didn't I..."
She slapped me across the face and grabbed my shirt collar.
"You little bitch don't you dare lie to me." she said shaking me.
In the next second I was pulled out of her grasp. I looked and saw Mr. Martino holding me. A cop closed the door and looked at me.
"You're her daughter?" he asked.
"Yes." I said.
"Well your mother's going away for a long time. How old are you?"
"18."
The cop stared at me.
"Okay 17." I said.
"Well you're going to have to go to a foster home." the cop said.
"She can stay with me until you find one." Mr. Martino said.
The cop and I both looked at him.
"And you are?" the cop asked.
"A friend of her brother. When he left for college he asked me to look after his little sister." Mr. Martino said.
"Is this true?" the cop asked me.
"Yea." I said.
I knew it was a lie, but if there was a way to avoiding going to a home for girl's I was taking it.
