Beneath the Surface

Chapter 28

I was feeling pretty good after punching Arnesto, but I didn't make it very far. I had barely rounded a corner before some teacher grabbed me and dragged me down to the office.

I say in the assistant principal's office. She scolds me about how punching people is not the answer. All I can think is that it sure does help though.

"Why would you want to punch someone anyways. Fighting isn't good for anyone," she says to me.

"You see. I understand punching Arnesto in face isn't the best thing I could have done. But it's also not the worst either. His face will heal easily. My heart, well. That's a whole different story. "

She nods her head sympathetically as I repeat our break up. "I've had a few rough break ups myself, so I get it. But there must still be consequences. You're going to be suspended for two weeks."

I look at her in disbelief, but I did see this coming. Besides, it won't be that bad. Once my parents find out what happened, I won't even live to see two whole weeks.

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"YOU. DID. WHAT?!??" My mother screamed as our car pulled in the drive way.

I open the door and start to get out. "It was just one punch. One very well deserved punch, but just a punch. It's no big deal.

"No. Big. DEAL??" She slams the door behind me. She follows me into the house. "You're suspended for two weeks! how do you plan on explaining this to your father? or how about coach Brent? you do realize you won't be able to swim the rest of the season right? do you know how much weight you'll gain now? you really can't afford to get any fatter."

"It's for the best. I really don't have any reason to go anyways. At least I don't have to see Arnesto again." I head towards the kitchen.

My mother looks at me like she's confused. I think she forgot him again. "You know, my ex boyfriend? that kid I just punched in the face? yea. That one."

"He's the one you punched? That's just unacceptable young lady," my mom says, trapping me in the kitchen. "Did you say ex? Good for him. He finally realized he could do so much better than you. He deserves some beautiful skinny girl that doesn't punch him. Was punching his face just an attempt to make his face as ugly as yours?"

I push past her and mumble under my breath, "just remember that I look like you.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY??" my mother yells as she slams her hand on o my shoulder.

I remove her hand to turn and face her. "You heard me. I look like you. If you really think I'm ugly just think about how I'm you. Instead of blaming me, look in a mirror. I came from you. I'm YOUR mistake. If your ashamed of me, it's your fault. You're a terrible parent and honestly a terrible person. Just. Just go fuck yourself with that stick up your ass. "

With that I storm to my room with tears running down my cheeks. This is all too much. I honestly feel so alone in this world. I have no friends. I have no loving family. I have no one that cares about me.

I'm honestly so miserable. It's about time I finally do something about it. But it won't be tonight. Tonight I will cry my eyes out over my broken heart. Although sometimes I have to wonder: do I even have any heart left to break?