Holding What's Mine

Chapter 2

Young Ezzie POV

Walking down the stairs of my apartment block, Mum pushes the door to allow me through. In the early morning sunlight her black hair shines as we walk up the driveway.

Today was like any other day, a school day.

I liked school, not with a passion but it was nice. I had friends at our secret cubby house under the Willow tree, school teachers that had really big smiles and my classmates parents and grand parents that I talked to, even if some of them spoke in different languages.

Reaching the end of the driveway Mum kneels straightening my jacket, as she looks me in the eyes.
Her eyes were not like mine she had dark ones and I had blue, her hair was black whilst mine was a brown.

We very different.
"Ezzie make sure you look both ways when your walking to school. Okay? And make sure you look after yourself" She said.

A land rover pulled along side of us in the driveway and in it was Damien. "Hurry up, leave her be and let her walk"

Damien I have known since I was 3 and since then we have been living with him. He was nice, but he was mean, scary and I didn't like him very much. I only acted like I did like him because of Mum, she was good, but she didn't stop Damien when he was being mean to me. Even though he was mean to me making me do things that hurt, I stayed strong.

Mum was nodding her head at him and looked back at me. Giving me a kiss on the forehead she waved and got into the car driving off with Damien.

Turning I walked.

I liked walking to school it cleared my head, it was like what it felt like watching the ocean as well. It was like I all my thoughts were everywhere but forgotten. It was nice and almost peaceful.

Since I can remember it was always like this when I walked, even with mum. So I wasn't upset when Damien told Mum I had to walk at the beginning of the year, because I liked walking and I knew the way to my school. Since I was in Kindy and so far it was the best, we learnt letters and sounds and some thing called Silabuls or something like that.

But I need to concentrate.

Snapping out of all my daydreaming I made sure I looked down every driveway.

Then I stop, I need to cross the street. Looking both ways for cars, I quickly walked across as the key rings on my bag jingled.

Reaching the otherside of the big road, I huffed looking back to my accomplishment of the day. Twirling around like a ballerina, the world flew past me.

Then I lost it and I fell.

Why? You see since i can remember I have always been a bit and as my mum would like to say "clumsy".

Raising my head from the ground, my head hurt like someone was jabbing crayons into my skull.
My eyes were blurry and my hands and knees stung.

Sitting against the stone fencing that had two white lions with their mouth open and ball under its paw.

Looking at my hands and knees, the grazes were deep as the blood trickled in my hands and down my leg.

Why did this happen to me and what would Damien say if he saw this. The last time I got a graze on my knee he yelled at me and made me kneel on the tiles which hurt even more on my sore knee.

I cried and not because it stung or hurt, it was because I didn't want to be hurt by Damien. I didn't want to be "put in my place" like he called it and plus I don't even know what that means.

Crying and Crying on the foot path, I know I am going to be late for Kindy.

Rubbing my eyes I knew I had to get up. I had to. Pushing myself up, I hiss like a snake as it stings, muffling my groans I have to be strong and get to school.

I didn't get far when I buckled little catching on to another white lions head. Red covered its head as I tried to stand.

Closing my eyes I tried to focus on my destination.

School

Friends