Hey. So this is my first story on Wattpad. I have read so many Demi fan fictions that I thought I would write my own. Here is the first part. I hope you like it. Please give me any feedback you want. Thanks! - Katie
~Friday Morning
The tardy bell rings as I walk into my 1st period class, AP Calculus with Ms. Hart. I hate that woman. She always calls me out in front of the whole class for being tardy or skipping class. This is the second year I have had her and dam I wish I never signed up for this class.
Right when I was about to fall asleep for the period the door screeches open letting a burst of light shine through the opening. My friend Savannah comes walking in and hands the devil a pass.
I hope this is for me. God I want to get out of this class so damn badly.
“Kalliegh? Kalliegh? Are you paying attention? I have a pass for you. Maybe that will get your attention.” Spats Ms. Hart.
I quickly pick my head up, grab my book bag, snatch the pass out of her slimy hands and race out the door before she can say another word.
Not surprisingly Alex is waiting outside of the room for me.
“What’s up this time?” Alex asks curiously
“Not exactly sure.” While looking at the pass to see who it is from.
“Ahh Mrs.Bobo needs to see me ASAP. This isn’t good. Whenever she writes ASAP she means business. Fuck.” I slug my backpack over my shoulder and saunter toward the office, specifically student affairs.
As I walk in the door I can’t help but notice that there is a lot of people in the office and many of them are staring at me.
When I walk to Mrs. Bobos door I hear yelling and not the good kind. I slowly raise my hand and knock on the door before opening it cautiously.
“Ah. Kalliegh. Thank you for coming. Just have a seat and let me call someone really quick.” Mrs. Bobo states.
She looks a bit nervous and whomever she is talking on the phone with seems to be whispering but why?
Just when I am about to ask her a question a familiar face walks in the door closing it behind her.
“Damn guys. Not another one of those interventions. It’s getting kind of old don’t you think?” I ask rudely.
“Kalliegh we really need to talk. This is serious.” Mrs. Bobo says with a serous look but she has empathy in her eyes.
Wow. Maybe Mrs. Bobo is actually being serious this time. What if this is something serious? I start to panic but I don’t want them to see it so I just fidget with fingers.
“Why are you being so damn dramatic? Nobody’s died.” I say trying to stay calm.
“Kalliegh we care about you and want to know what is going on. You have been acting out a lot more than usual. I thought you were doing better?” Ms. Czaja pleads with me to open up to her.
My mind is racing. I can’t go back there I just can’t. I begin to fidget but they are staring at me and it is making me extremely uncomfortable.
“I’m fine! Quit acting like everything always has to be wrong. I fucked up. I am sorry it won’t happen again.” I say trying to get some sympathy from them but they see right through it.
“But the last time you said that look what happened. You ended up in juvie for 6 months. Is that what you want to happen again?” Mrs. Bobo asks.
“Of course not. Who wants to go back to that shit hole where you have no freedom?” By this point I am so angry I am about to burst and when I do it is not good to be around me.
“Look.” I say sternly and with authority I don’t think I have. “If I promise to quit cutting class will you let me go?” I ask with a pleading look on my not so innocent face.
“Fine.” Mrs. Bobo says while rolling her eyes. “If I see that you have cut one class between now and next Friday we are going to have a serious talk.”
“Thank you so much. I won’t let you down. I promise."
“Don’t promise something you can’t keep Kalliegh. Always remember that.” Mrs. Bobo nods her head to say that I am excused.
I jump up and head out the door not realizing Ms. Czaja isn’t behind me anymore. I look back and they have closed the door so I tip toe back over and try to listen in on what they are saying.
“She’s not going to be able to do it. You know and well as I do how much of a train wreck she is. Kalliegh is going to screw up again and end up in the same place not getting the treatment she desperately needs.”
Shit. I thought she said she would forget about the whole cutting thing if I promised not to do it again, but we all know how good I am about keeping promises.
“Czaja I know that and I tried really hard to get her into rehab but the judge wouldn’t hear it. Let’s just see how this goes and how long it takes before she really screws up again. Maybe Kalliegh has changed. Who knows?”
Suddenly the door opens and I run and hide behind a stack of boxes hoping they didn’t see me.
Ms. Czaja comes out first and says “I hope you’re right for Kalliegh’s sake.”
So they think I am a train wreck, then I will show them what a train wreck actually looks like. I grab my bag and head for the door going back to class so I can brainstorm ideas.
