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Chapter 7- Parkers Payback

Different types of low self esteem

You know you have a low self-esteem when you get altitude sickness for just standing up for yourself

Its amazing how everyone can continue their lives. All bad things are always forgotten. How am I part of this species. How do I fit in? Am I weak or some form of weaker thing. An awkward thing that knows how to behave and act. Years of experience... And yet its still an act. How do I become an act? Would that be more natural then this. This is just not living. How many others are out there that knows of what Im speaking about... Probably none and yet I question if there possibly is. What if there's a whole word out there with people like me... Will I find them someday. What if that someday is to late... Will I be happy then? Will I ever be happy? - extract from Zahra foster diary
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28 January Saturday

That night I was terrified to sleep. I debated staying with Lu but I knew his room was probably a lot worse than what ever Parker had planned because of the mess. I didn't trust it and I was too fidgety to even fall asleep. It was a losing battle one that only ended at 4a.m.

The feeling of sleep still surrounded me even when my consciousness was fully awake. It was 11 now I checked my phone. I looked around the room. My walls were still the same. My bed was still where it should be. Everything seemed to be normal.

Oh wait never mind.

My whole floor was coated in neatly stacked cups filled with what looks to be water. There was no way for me to walk without stepping on one of these cups.

"Parker!" I screamed fully knowing he'd be waiting for this moment. When he opened my door a flash went off. Of course the first thing he would do is have evidence of his latest prank.

When he actually took in the scenery his disappointment was very evident." hey sis" he said casually while leaning against my door frame.

"don't 'hi sis' me you little twat"

"Yeah because your bigger than me." he slowly did a mocking clap. Why does he have to be so annoying. I could smell the food downstairs and my stomach rambled like there's no tomorrow at the thought of it.

"Parker I don't care what you do but you better make this" - gesturing to the whole floor - "go away. Now" he gave a low chuckle.

"No." I was about to set off on him about this being too far, which it wasn't because his done far worse but never to me. He held up his hand for me when he saw I was prepared to give a speech "You don't see me complaining about the fact that my rooms a sonua or that your freak like eyes were watching every move I made."

"so go on I really want a picture of you soaked in the water with the cups around you." he held the camera up ready as if I would just jump into action for him. The thing is the cups were fulled to the brink. There's no way he did this by himself. There couldn't be enough time to set this up and the thing was there weren't even enough space for my feet to walk in between the cups. This would have been a completely different story though as thoughts of tackling Parker entered my head. I was going freaking murder Parker.

I looked again for away out if my room. There weren't any. Even if I stood on my night stand I wouldn't be able to get to the dresser. Even if I could somehow get to the computer chair holding a bunch of clothes that always seemed to be piled there, I still couldn't get to the computer desk. What if I somehow got super spider abilities and made a jump for my closet door, I could just swing it to the door.