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Chapter 12 (E)

The weekend was uneventful, nothing happened which was a good thing. No parents coming home and torture me mentally and physically. No teens bothering me about my new looks comparing my past actions and behaviors to now. I was for once free, or at least free enough in my locked bedroom, in my own little world. The rare occasion when I felt like I can be myself and not have anyone to bother me.

But that feeling didn't last all that long.

It was Monday and I had to go back to hell. My paradise, my world, I had to leave it. I got ready going into the bathroom washed my face and brushed my teeth. I put on some mascara and dark eye shadows and lipstick. I got back into my room and picked out my outfit. A simple black shirt with a rabbit with a knife through its head and some black ripped jeans.

I got my book bag and exited my building and walked towards the school with my head down. In the morning I really don't feel like dealing with the wooing baboons before 8 in the morning.

I got to school and followed a whole crowd into the building to stay unnoticed. But for some reason it didn't go as planned.

I walked into the crowd and walked through the school doors, as I had planned to. But by the time we entered the building I heard people whispering about something. I wasn't all too sure but the crowd that I followed slowly backed up away from me looking at me with unsure faces.

I looked at them and looked around me the people around me just looked at me with disgust.

I thought, "Why are they looking at me like that."

I then felt arms wrap around my waist and I automatically knew who it was.

"Timothy get off of me." I said coldly, as cold as I could make it. But it didn't seem to have any effect on him.

"Why should I, girlfriend. Starting now you will be my personal cold bride." He said as I looked at his face and it had a bright smile. I could even go as far as to say from another person's prospective he looked completely innocent. But for me he looked like the devil's slave.

Wait....What did he mean by that. Girlfriend. Why in my right mind would I date this idiot?

"What do you mean by that." I looked at him in disgust.

"Oh, Abby I knew you love me and is playing hard to get." He said as he reached out his hand and pinched my cheek.

I pushed him off me looking at him with a confused face. I pushed through the crowd that looked at us with wide eyes. They followed me with their eyes as I walked past them. I got to my locker and got my stuff out and went to class. I didn't see Max. Where was he I asked myself as I looked at the empty desk right beside me.

The class was so boring I didn't want to listen to what they had to say. But I couldn't lower my guard in that class either, the people around me looked at me, they stared at me. Seeming that they were studying me, my body, I hated it.

I got out of my seat and just walked out the class. I walked in the empty hallways hearing my footsteps echo in the halls. And as I got closer to the bathroom I heard voices. I slowly approached those voice and knew that it was Max and Timothy again.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing." Max yelled "Was this the reason you wanted me to break you and your girlfriend up."

"Whatever do you mean." Timothy said sarcastically. "I just wanted to get away from her."

"To get to Abigail?" Max questioned with an unsure tone.

"Yeah, but in all honesty, she was the one who suggested this thing." Timothy said matter of factly.