Accepted To Kill

Chaper 11

   It's been two weeks since I was accepted into this hell hole.  I'm officially their drug dealer, even though I've expressed my distaste at the idea many times.

I've been going to school every day and picking out the kids who have the white wrist band. This band is what the kids have who do drugs. Once you get one from a gang member, you're in. Luckily the teachers haven't caught on. 

      "Aye Marty," a tall black senior says wrapping his arm around me whispering, "ya got what I asked for?"

"It's Matty," I say under my breath my eyes narrowing. "No not right now. Meet me outside the Hex after school."

"Man there ain't no way I going near there. You crazy?"

I smile in response and walk away. The kids have learned not to mess with me. Teachers? Not so much, they're always giving me a hard time. My grades are terrible, and I don't care to fix them. I sleep most the time in class and glare at the teachers if they ask me a question.

       Girls say that I'm the schools "bad boy" but I'm really not.  Just because I dress like a gangster doesn't make me bad.  Besides, I don't have a choice.  I wear what they give me.  I've also never even dated any of the girls.  They drive me crazy. 

     There's this one girl who I often times catch staring at me from across the room.  Just staring!  She gives me the creeps cause this girl is just not right in the head.  Her hair is always braided on either side of her head, and I'm pretty sure she's never taken them out because it looks like she's slept with them in for weeks. 

     I'm not normally one to judge, but she's weird.  She acts like she's high, and maybe she is.  There's dark circles under her eyes like she hasn't slept in days.  Sometimes she sleeps in class; sometimes she just sits there and laughs about nothing.

      It wasn't until recently that I learned her name.  I was leaving the classroom, quickly mind you.  I don't want to spend any extra time within eyesight of this girl.  But I felt as though I was being followed.

     When I turned around she was there.  Standing there watching me.  Like what the heck!!  I stood there frozen just staring back at her.  This had to end.

     I rolled my eyes and approached her angrily.  "Stop following me.  You're creepy okay?  I don't want you near me."

    For a few seconds she said nothing.  Just kept staring.  What's with this girl!  She put her right hand into her pocket and I stepped back thinking she was going to gun me down or something.  Crap she really is crazy.

      Instead she pulled out a white wrist band.  She simply handed it to me saying, "Margaret.  Das mah name."

   "What do ya want?" I ask in a harsh whisper.

      "You."

Whoah.  I was outta there pretty quickly after that.  Did not stick around to hear what else she had to say.  What a creep!

    On my way back to the Hex I remembered the wrist band I had placed in my pocket and I pulled it out.  Where had the creep gotten it.  It was one of ours alright, but something was written on it in sharpie.  Not bothering to read what the mental case had written on it, I tossed it in the trash.

   For the next few weeks I avoided her.  Nothing changed the fact that she stared at me in class, so I reported her to the teacher saying she was stalking me.  Of course he didn't believe me.  Figures. 

      So I just avoid eye contact with the black braided hair girl.  Maybe she'd be pretty if she took care of herself but mental cases can't help that. 

      I haven't looked at her once for days and I think it's finally making her lay off.  But as I left the school building one day I think my heart stopped.  My skin suddenly feeling cold, I stood still in shock.  There, in his pickup truck was my father, and in the seat beside him the creepy girl climbed in before he drove away.

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