I spent the night thinking about everything that had happened so far, and how little time I had left to save my little sister.
All the unpleasant feelings came to join like a big army to fight my own optimism, killing every single positive thought left in me.
It frustrated me, to think I only had one a half months left. And I still needed a whole lot of cash.
I ran my hand through my hair, and killed the cigarette before wiping the tears off my cheeks.
Crying wouldn't help me.
I knew I had to work harder and faster to get what I needed.
[The next morning] 07:24AM
I woke up groaning, as I grabbed my alarm clock and smashed it against the wall.
It stopped ringing, bringing peacefulness to both of my ears. But just as I closed my eyes, Jack barged into my room, smashing the cymbals he held, together.
The loud noise echoed throughout my room as I groaned louder and covered my ears with both hands.
"Good morning!" He repeated three times while smashing the cymbals together.
"Jack I'm gonna fucking kill you!" I yelled over the sound.
"Language!" Luke shouted from downstairs.
Once the sound of the instrument vanished I jumped off my bed and grabbed the cymbals off Jack's hand, throwing it onto my bed.
I attacked him later, jumping behind his back, making us fall to the floor.
I wrapped an arm around his neck and applied force to strangle him.
He laughed and coughed simultanously.
"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!" He tapped my arm. His cheeks were squished up and so were his lips.
"You've been doing this all week jackass I've had enough" I said through gritted teeth.
"Alright kids, that's enough, breakfast's ready let's go" Michelle casually said as she walked by my room.
I let go of Jack and we both stood up, slapping the dust off our clothes.
He was still laughing, so I pushed him, rolling my eyes.
"You're such a pain in the ass" I shook my head, walking into the bathroom.
Jack was like a little brother to me. He was Dom and Michelle's adopted kid. I loved him dearly, but he was clearly an ass sometimes, just like that morning.
After doing my bathroom routine and having breakfast with my family, I realized my way to school was also unlucky.
I almost got hit by a car, tripped on the bus, embarrassing myself, making everybody laugh at me and had trouble opening my locker. Not to mention I was already late for class.
It was such a bad day for me. Then worse came to me, when I finally managed to open my locker.
"Oh look, there's Grayson's bodyguard" A bitch laughed.
"Don't you have somebody else to take care of slut?" The rest joined,laughing.
I flared my nostrils in annoyance and ran after her, slamming her against the locker and pouring my anger on her.
I had reached my limit.
I slapped and hit her face constantly. Causing a big scene. There were more and more people around us, recording with their phones and cheering over the fight.
She cried like little bitch, as expected while I hit her face repeatedly.
It was not long before the principal came over to me, separating me from her.
"What is going on in here?!" He shouted loudly, holding me back.
"She fucking started it" I wiped blood from my bottom lip.
"No! She did! I was just walking by and-"
"Enough! I want both of you in my office! Now! The rest of you, go to your class!"
I was dragged to the office, where I faced the counselor.
She was an old lady.
I deeply sighed in annoyance and sat down on the seat before her.
"This is your fourth fight here in this high school, Miss Raine. You simply cant continue to behave like this" she began.
I rolled my eyes and looked away, staring at anything but her.
"Have you ever considered how much more effective would have been to tall about your disagreements? You have a serious problem!"
I chuckled.
"You clearly need someone to help you with all of this"
"I dont need anybody." I spat.
"Fine. Its up to you. You leave me with no options. One more fight and you're expelled" She said as she organized her papers in one stack.
"Who cares if im expelled?"
"Ask yourself that question ms. Raine."
With that, I was released. My blood was boiling like crazy.
When I stepped into detention, my eyes wandered, and saw Ethan at the very back of the class.
He smirked.
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❝ who cares if I'm expelled? ❞ -Raine Hernández, Melrose
