“You’re grounded until you die.”
I figured as much. I sulked around my room searching for something to do, when I realized I had school the next day. I decided to take a nap and think things over.
Tap. Tap. Tap
Someone was knocking on my window? Impossible…nope, possible. It was Derek. He was relentlessly rapping on my window. Dammit, he’d better stop before he wakes up my parents.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Shit,” I tripped over the mess I call a room. I hustled over to the window, and flung the curtains open. It was far too dark to see if anyone was outside or not, and I didn’t particularly feel like climbing out of my window to find out.
“But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?” I heard a voice calling softly from the yard. Branches started cracking like old bones, and leaves crunched around; the noise seemed like a war zone to my ears.
“O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?” I played along with the Romeo and Juliet theme he was pushing.
“Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?”
“What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night so stumblest on my counsel?”
“By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am.”
“Good fellow! Won’t you come in?” I opened the window wider, and he scrambled in. I turned to face him, “What on Earth possessed you to go with Romeo and Juliet?”
“Eh,” he looked absentminded and tired. “I don’t know, I guess standing outside your window reminded me of ‘Capulet’s Orchard’ and I thought it might give you a laugh.” He smiled. It did give me a laugh, I thought.
“Well, before that; why did you come to my house?” Did he want to check on me? No, that’s silly.
“Got bored, and I was going to tell you that I needed to talk to you, but you’re going to school so I’ll talk to you there. Oh, and that I don’t have your number to text you to tell you that I needed to talk to you tomorrow; that’s another reason I came here.”
“Really, you came all this way for a ten-digit number?”
“Believe it or not, yes. I did, and I am determined to get it regardless of what you say, I-” I handed him a slip of paper with my number on it. “Thanks.” A warm smile lit up his face, and it was a better look than the usual sullen, emotionless expressions he owned. Burying the paper deep in a seemingly bottomless pocket, I was treated to a half hug. He seemed excited, and hopped out in one swift movement that seemed catlike- elegant and stealthy.
Ten minutes later I received a text message, and I knew who it was from; Derek. Hey, it said.
Hey… I replied.
So, about that place my friends were talking about… U interested?
I dunno… what is it xactly
This place they go, it’s not like dangerous or anything like tht
That guys house? Uhh, idk…
C’mon! it’ll be FUN!
Fine.. don’t make me regret this..
Yay! I’ll tell the guys.. we’ll go this Friday! K?
Uggh, fine… I’m going to bed, night.
Night, Cya at school tomoro
It seemed like something fun, to skip school one day and go hang out with people who wanted to hang out with me. I felt like I was going to have a better time in high school with them. Relief washed over me as soon as I realized I finally made some friends. I never really had any since Lynn made up senseless rumors about me, and telling made up stories about what a freak I was. All the girls thought I was bizarre, and all the guys thought I was a freak. The only thing guys wanted to talk about was sex. So, I stayed away from them.
I thought about things, and in the process started to drift. My thoughts became cloudy and unfocused, and I slipped away into a dream state.
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Revenge, Is Sweet
Teen FictionAdrianna is the perfect student, but she isn't the perfect person. She isn't popular, and all of the popular girls make fun of her, tease her, beat on her, and hurt her; emotionally and physically. She has always been bullied, and one day runs out...
