Wait For Me

4. Cliché? What Cliché?

BRE

I have Good news and bad news. Pick one. Doesn't matter I'm going to do it for you anyways. My Fucking arm is broken thanks to he who shall not be named right at this fucking moment. Great news is I met someone. He doesn't go to my
school, but he goes to a neighboring school. Actually they rival our school. I met him a one of the craziest places the hospital. He's a major hottie. His name is Shane. He has short brown hair that almost falls over his eyes. His eyes are what drew me in. They are the most beautiful shade of brown that I have ever seen. His whole face is just perfection! He actually has swagger. Ok do we still use that word, because I am definitely not sure. He asked me if I was ok and I am acting like he asked me to junior prom already. He said he went to Blair High school. We may or may not have went to the same elementary and middle school. I am not sure at the moment. Depending on what district he lives in. I just thought it would be weird to ask those types of questions upon this first meeting. But here's the thing, in middle school we have the choice of choosing 4 different schools to go to. I choose the school I go to because my friends go here too. We made small talk until he was called to the back. But good thing he manned up and asked for my number so we could hang out sometimes. I was so happy I forgot all about my poor poor wrist.

That my friends is my good news. That and if my life doesn't change I am switching to Blair High School, not because of Shane. But because I really fear for my life. Out of all the things that Emerson's ever did to me this has got to be the worst. If my mom finds out that he did it, they are most certainly going to get him expelled. So I would rather leave before that happens. I know what you are thinking it's the cowards way out. To be honest it is, but if everyone finds out that I got their "King" kicked out of school, my life will plummet even further into hell. Right now I'm just free-falling. Might end up dead, who knows I'm not putting anything past anyone nowadays. We can't even trust the law enforcement in this day and era.

Right now I want to say again I am sorry for not telling you about Emerson's brother. I didn't want to really associate him with him. They both are polar opposites. I totally can't tell them apart unless they open their mouth to speak. I have never had any problems out of Eli, in fact I think he goes out of his way to stop his brother from his bullying. If he didn't look like Em, I would so be into him. He has that bad boy look to him, but is as sweet as pumpkin pie. Ewww totally sounded like my grandma just then. Excuse me I am doped up right now. They sure know how to get that dose right huh? I got to pick my cast color, I did it black because its my favorite color don't judge. Please get the thought out of your head that I am emo. I can assure you that I love bright colors to. I consider myself an artist and never limit my color schemes.

Okay forget all of that, did you know that it takes eight weeks or longer for your wrist to heal. Severe breaks may not fully heal for like 6 months. I will die if I can't draw in within a week. I would kill Emerson for this if I could get away with murder. Doesn't really matter now because my dad is going to do it, and get away with it. Just another problem that I have to worry about. FML.

We got to the hospital at 9:30 am. So most of the time it takes hours to get seen or even called to the back right. So of course my parents threw their weight around smh. It took them 30 minutes to call me to the back. The x-rays didn't take that long to come back either. Long story short we left the hospital at 11:30 am, sweet right? So right now I am sitting in the back of my Dads 2017 BMWi8, which I begged him not to drive around me. Mom and Dad are still furious about what happened. Sometimes I wish they would leave things alone. Their common sense wont let them though. "Bre you are never clumsy, there's no way you just accidentally fall on the ground without being tripped, falling on a banana, or being pushed!" She said a little too loudly. Which just shows that she is at her wits end.

Dad isn't the silent type, so I think he's driving and thinking about the situation. Probably trying to fill in the pieces. I'm pretty sure he just came to the correct conclusion, because he is looking at me in a strange way through his rear view mirror. My eyes probably are bugged out of my head right now, and I am giving him a look that says "Please, please, please, Don't say SHIT!" I will hate him forever if he does. But instead he just says. "Calm down Marie, yelling at her right now is not a good idea. I am pretty sure given time Aubrey Daniels will tell us what actually happened. If I am wrong we will just go to the Office and demand to see the security camera which I know that they have because I spotted them at the meet and greet every year. But before we go that far I'm going to give Aubrey a two months to gather up the courage I know she has to come forth and tell us the truth." He said that so deathly calm, he sounded like the guy off of that move Phone booth with Colin Farrell, except he sounded like the caller. I'm scared shitless.