The Call

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The next few weeks were almost like a broken record, but every time the record repeats it gets more distorted. And that wasn't the worst of it. My home life had gotten worse as well. My parents always fighting each other. They are never happy, and they take their anger out on me. Always receiving constant abuse whether it be mental or physical. I wanted to give up, I wanted to disappear. I was falling into an infinite spiral of pain and torture, and today, today is picture day.  Basically hell for teens at "The bottom of the barrel". That's what we Freshmen are called.

I walk into school, anxious as ever. I pull out my phone and pretend to read a text. I make it to my first period without a scratch which is odd. Most people would take this as a good thing, but I'm not like most people. I see this as whatever will happen will be worse than I imagined. A few hours go by, and nothing happens. It's almost time to take pictures, that's when it hits me. It's going to happen when we're taking pictures. Feeling overwhelmed with anxiety, I run to the bathroom. I look in the mirror. "Your fine, nothing will happen," I say to myself. I feel like I'm losing my mind. I splash water on my face a few times. Then I look at my self for a moment. I see a stranger. I don't even recognize who I am. Realizing I'm acting insane, I pull myself together.

 At that point, I realize I'm not in there by myself. Almost on queue, two sophomores step out of the stalls. I freeze, then the broken record plays, distorted as ever. I walk out of the bathroom, black eye and all. Then I hear the buzz of the intercom. "Pheonix Jamesly come to the office." Says the receptionist. I walk up to the office wondering why they called me. I walk into the room and see my mom and another familiar face. They both look at me. "It's Maya, we found her." My heart skips a beat. My eyes well up with tears, then we all leave, it's time to bring her home.


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