**Trigger Warning**
I just finished my last lesson, Math. A huge crowd of students were running towards the front doors like a stampede of rhinos. I sneaked my way into the herd; trying to get out of detention. I made eye contact with Mrs. Hoffman. She started walking towards me. Terrified, I booked it. I looked back to see that she was gone. All the sudden, I was stopped dead in my tracts. I looked up to see who I ran into. Low and behold it was Mrs. Hoffman. She picked me up off the ground by my skull t-shirt and dragged me towards her classroom. Weeellll, shite.
We made it to her classroom and she threw me into a desk. I quietly winced in pain, holding back a scream. She leaned up against the whiteboard that still had notes from the last class. I sat down, holding my side, and I looked at her. She had a puggy face with whiskers on her chin, a potato like body covered in an ugly floral dress, and stubby legs with cheap looking flats. The one thing that stood out the most about her, was her mole that she had on her chin. I looked down. I feel like I'm going to puke.
"You still think it's so funny to call me a pig? At least I eat! You look like your parents haven't feed you in months.. You think just because you dress like your in a cult, that you can just say whatever you want and disrespect me?! You and all your 'cult demons' are a disgrace to this school and mankind!!" I sat there quietly. She is such an arsehole.. I get the "you're in a cult" bullshit all the time. The one thing that made me want to get up and smack the bitch, is the thing about my parents.
She doesn't realize the life I have at home. My dad was an abusive drunk. I was removed from his care by social services. They put me back with my mother, who originally left me with my dad because she was "to young and beautiful to be caring for a beast". My mom wasn't like other moms, tho. She was what we call "a slut". She left me in my room most of the time. All I ever had in there was a bed, one blanket, and pjs. No food, no water, nothing to entertain myself with. After she had slept with almost every guy in Ireland and was bored, she moved us to Colorado. And that's when I met Kaitlynn. She was the only person I ever told about my past. She was the one who gave me happiness. She bought me emo clothes, everything you need to have emo hair, and a phone. She was more family to me then my own parents were. I couldn't stay with family either.. They don't even know I exist.
Now she's gone... "Hello? Are you done staring at your crotch?!" I heard Mrs. Hoffman say. I look up and her expression changed. I felt tears start rolling down my face. "Dear.. I didn't mean to make you upset.. If something is bothering you, you can always come and talk to me.." She said as she opened her arms. I got up, ran into her warm embrace, and I began to breakdown. "I'm sorry for doing this.. You just brought up my parents and.. And bad memories came flooding back.. I just..." I trailed off as I cried harder. "I'm so sorry, Ciara. Please tell me what happened. What did your parents do to you..? I will do anything to help my students." She said softly. I've never seen this side of her.. Why is she being so nice to me..? I took a deep breath and sighed.
"To start things off-f, my mother is a slut. She would sleep with any man that she got her hands on. My father, was an abusive drunk and was one of her 'bot toys'. She didn't want me so, after I was born, she shipped me to my dad's house. After years of abuse, I spoke up at school. The school called social services and had me removed from his care. A few days after they took me, he drank himself to death. They took me over to my mother's and she said that she didn't want me.
But, she had to take me in. All she put in my room was a bed, one blanket, and one set of pjs. A couple years went by and she had slept with almost every guy in Ireland within a 10 mile radius. So, she packed up her things and moved us here. I was 3 when we moved. The first person to welcome me was Kaitlynn. She gave me everything I have now. I practically live with her and her family.. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for her.." I said still crying.
"Oh honey.. I'm so sorry. I'm so glad that you have her. You are extremely lucky to have a friend as caring as her." She said with a sad and forgiving voice. I'm honestly surprised she could understand me. I have an extremely thick Irish accent when I cry. I began to cry harder when she mentioned Kaitlynn.. No one at this school knows what happened. Her mother wanted to keep it out of the news to protect her family and me. "It's only been an hour.. But, you may go home." She said sweetly. "Thank you. Have a good evening." I said as walked out her classroom door. That did not go as I expected it to..
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