Falling apart, falling for him

Chapter 1: Story of my life

  As I paced through the halls of hell, I gave everyone a mean and rough glare. They all knew who I was, who I am now, and what I've done. High school has always been like that for me.

  Ever since I started junior year, my life has gone down hill. My grades, my social life, and my life in general seem to be getting worse by the minute. I used to have good grades. I used to have friends. I used to have trust for my family. Now I'm on my way to my locker that gets food thrown at it, that has dents and spider webs in it, and hate letters taped to it written to me by all the little assholes that go to this hellhole of a school. What ever happened to my life? Why did it have to change?
 
  When I was 5 my parents walked out of my life and I was taken by my aunt Marla. I have been abused and taken into the foster care system. Now that I have a foster family, I'm still a nobody. At the age of 16 my life has only gotten worse. I have been to therapy and done it all. I have gone in and out of the hospital for attempted suicide. My life feels like it's just going to end with no warning. That would be better than to continue going through this pain.

  As I headed to first period, the lingering smell of a fruity vanilla and bitch mixed together entered into my lungs, making me want to choke and cough. As the disgusting smell came closer, I could feel the presence of the person who was carrying this smell.
 
  "Look what the thrift store dropped off this morning", Nicole desperately said with a grin forming on her face. Her overdrawn lips went well with her terribly blended makeup. I always wondered what it was like being a popular little bitch like Nicole. Getting free products from Gucci, since her mom is a designer there, and being able to meet celebrities often, since her dad is a sound engineer and writes songs for people like Justin Bieber and Jennifer Lopez.
  "I almost forgot, my lawn needs trimming and aren't you Mexican? It seems to be your calling. Don't worry, you'll grow up just like your parents did. Except I hope you don't get deported like they did when you were a little kid", She rambled on. What the hell was she saying? Was she high? Did she need help? Apparently I was about to give her the help she needed.

  "They weren't deported, asshole!", I exclaimed. I was starting to see red. My blood was boiling. My face started to get red.
  "You don't know what the hell you're talking about" I clenched my fist.

  "Calm down gardener, or should I call you a satanist since I see you wearing a Slipknot shirt? I hope you don't put a curse on me or sacrifice me to the devil or something" She said childishly. At this point I was going to sacrifice her.
People were just laughing at her jokes, no one even called her out on her racist and stereotypical comments. Yep, this is the world we live in today. Besides, most of the people that were laughing the comments weren't people of color, so no one there was offended except me. As she tried to spit out another word, my fist met her stomach and made her drop to the ground. I did it out of pure anger. I mean, at least she shut her tiny lips. But then I realized what I did.

  "What did I do?" I accidentally let slip out of my mouth. Everyone that was laughing at the remarks earlier were either helping Nicole get off the ground or standing there in shock. Oops, my bad. Next thing I knew, I was in the office, sitting in front of the principal with my foster parents in back of me. Nicole and her parents gave me dirty looks. All I did was roll my eyes at them.

  "I'm very disappointed in you, Ms. Vasquez", the principal said firmly.

  "Oh I'm sorry, it's only because she pointed out that I should be a gardener and mow her lawn because I'm a Latino and saying I'd sacrifice her to Satan because I listen to metal", I rolled my eyes once again. Everyone sat in silence. But the loud mouths that are known as Nicole's parents broke it.

  "You know I could sue you guys for what you're worth", The mom with equally horrible looking make up on said.

  "I'm sure you can, you cow. Whatever helps you go to sleep at night", I muttered silently.

  "It's because of this Latino here my daughter is hurt", The sweaty dad said.

  "That type of language is not tolerable in this office, sir. As a Latino myself, I find that very offensive, and your daughter is not off the hook for saying that", the principal said firmly again. I smiled at the thought of someone being on the same side as me.
  "This does not make you off the hook either, Lucy. You have a day of suspension, as do you too, Nicole. I do not tolerate shaming someone based on the color of their skin or ethnicities", The principal said swiftly. Nicole and her parents exited the room in anger. I laughed a little bit knowing that Nicole was in trouble, but when I turned around and met my parents eyes, angry faces looked at me in silence. The drive home was a silent one, I didn't really care. I wanted silence. When we entered the driveway, I saw a move in truck next door. Then I saw him. The boy that would soon change my life.