The Emotional Laceration of an American Girl.

Ch. 12 The Emotional Laceration of an American Girl.

Bye popular demand we have Piper's POV! Ohhh! What's going on? I don't know but I'm gonna type and hopefully something hits me! Ouch! Who threw this bottle at me? 'Shut up bitch and get on with the story!' Sorry Sir....

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Piper's POV

I was the new kid and that's always tough. I hate that my dad makes us move so much. My dad's in the army so naturally that makes me a brat. I've been everywhere. The farthest I've been is to Canada. Canada was nice and I even learned some French. "Come on Pipe," Ashley said. Ashley and Amber are my twin sisters. They are like the devils in disguise. "I'm coming. It's just school. Why are you so excited," I asked. I put my bags in the car and they did the same.

"We actually have friends we want to see unlike you," Ashley said. "Why don't you have any friends? Ashley thinks your gay. Are you gay," Amber asked. These kids are like 7! What do they know about gay. "Shut up and get in the car," I said. I can't deal with their 20 questions today. Just for the record I'm not gay. I just don't like making friends.

"I told ya he was gay. What's daddy gonna think," Ashley tried to whisper. Emphasize of the word tried. "He's gonna flip! I wanna be there when he tells em. Maybe we can ask Pipe to tell us when he's gonna tell him," Amber whispered back. "Enough! I'm not gay and you two brats need to shut up!" "Mommy says we're not brats! Just kids on the move," Amber said. She looked like she was about to cry. Great. Amber's the sensitive one and Ashley's-"You made Amber cry! I'm telling mom. Don't cry Amber! We'll put dirt in his cereal tomorrow. Ok?" Ashley's the other one.

"No putting dirt into my cereal or else I'll tell your whole school that you sleep with a nightlight," I threatened. "You wouldn't dare," Ashley said. I stuck my tongue out at her. "I would and I will if you don't be quiet," I said and I saw her cross her arms across her chest. So much attitude for a minor.

I pulled up to there school and said, "Ok ladies. This is your stop. I'll be here 15 minutes late as usually so go potty before you get in the car. Got that Amber? Before." She nodded and hopped out of the car. Ashley grabbed her hand and they ran towards a group of girls. Amber waved to me and I waved back. I pulled off and headed for school.

Amber's the nice one and Ashley is the other. I think it's because Ashley watches criminal minds and Real World late at night. She's so grown. I pull up to the school and park the school. "Hey look it's the loser," some bitch says. I sigh and walk towards class. What the hell is up with this school? Everyone looks back as I walk into school. I wonder why? Oh well. They always stare at me.

Someone tripped me and I hit the ground. Shit I think my lips bleeding. Then I feel water all over my back and hair. Then I hear people laughing. "Aww. Nothing's worse than a wet bitch," the same bitch said before. She walked away and stepped on my hand. Stilettos. The worse shoe weapons known to man kind. The bell rings and everyone clears the halls. Should I just lie here?

I slowly get up and sit up Indian styled. I touch my clip and it's just a little cut. What did I hit it on though? Let me go to class before I get a detention

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"Dentition Mr. Gresh," some teacher said. Bitch. I walked towards my seat and avoided obvious people trying to trip me. I sat down and looked to my right. It's Lalita and she looks like hell. I lean over and tap her shoulders. She doesn't respond so I tap again. Dang what's wrong with her? I tap her again and she slowly looks my way.

"Rough night," I asked. She nodded and stared at me. What is she looking at? "You cut your lip," she said. "You sure pay attention to detail," I said. "Yeah...I kinda have to," she said and looked down. "Why?" "Why what," she asked. She looks like she hasn't slept in weeks. "Why do you have to pay attention to detail," I asked.

She looked around trying to find an answer. "I um...I like photography. Yeah...," she said. Well I guess that's cool but she said it like it was something she made up on the spot. What's she hiding? If she doesn't want to tell me, fine. I'll just go with it. "Well that's cool. I like photography too. Any favorites," I asked. Lets see what her fake answer will be. "Um...The Davinci code?" "You mean the Mona Lisa by Leonardo Davinci? The Davinci code is a book and movie." "Oh...yeah that's what I meant," she said. Wow...she doesn't get out much.

"Well the museum is having a special collection of African photography tomorrow half off. Do you want to go," I asked. "Um...well I work...after school," she said. Dang...at least she was nice about turning me down. Any other girl would've laughed in my face. "Ok," I said and gave my attention to the teacher. "Um...Piper," she called out. I turned back towards her and she looked nervous. Geez you turned me down. Just don't apologize for it. "I...I would like to go. Can we go around 8:30 ish," she asked. "Um sure. We'll meet at the museum," I said. "Ok. Thanks for asking me," she said and then she started to pay attention to the teacher.

I think...I think we're going on a date.

Lalita's POV

Is this a date? I don't want to get in trouble but Piper's so nice. I guess he's kinda cute too. I noticed his lip. If he put Neosporin, on it when he was coming to school it would've looked better. But the cut looks to fresh...did he get it when he got to school? No...right before class.

It's funny how I can tell all of this from a cut. I guess I can thank daddy for something. I would make a great doctor but medical school is so far out of my reach. I guess I could be a nurse. It's just that don't nurses have to be bubbly and energetic since they work with sick people all day? I guess that isn't the job for me.

Look at me actually thinking about my career. As if I could ever afford something like that. I have to get a basic degree and work my ass off to get somewhere. Anywhere that doesn't involve dad. Maybe I'll join the witness protection program. There's probably an online website to sign up. Anything's possible.

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Work was busy as usual but I made it through. I got twenty four dollars so that's reasonable. My feet really hurt but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited about meeting Piper. I don't really talk to Piper much but I always see him. Well...now that I think about it I don't really talk to anyone. I haven't seen Nicki in a while either. They said she had a family emergency and was out of state. I wonder if someone died.

I caught the bus over to the museum and sure enough Piper was there. He looked good in a casual way while I still had my school uniform on. "Hey," I said. "Hey. Ready to go," he asked. "Sure." We walked up and he paid for the tickets. "I could've paid for that," I said. "Nah. It's my treat," he said and I blushed. No one's ever done that for me before. I feel like I'm a character in a story. Too bad its an abusive story whose dad is hocking up with your math teacher and the best friend whose a minor, static character is with some dead person.

*A/N!!!!! I learned that stuff in English class! I feel so smart! Unusual for my stupid, randomness. LOL! I think static is wrong though...Dramatic and static....

We walked around for a while and I figured out that Piper really knew his art. "So Piper how do you know so much about art," I asked. "Well when my dad was gone he would send postcards of different places so I guess that's what spiked my interest," he said. "I'm sorry but gone? What do you mean?" "My dad's in the army. We moved back here because my mom's sister lives down here." "Oh...well I'm sorry I think. I don't really know what to say about a dad in the army." "This is one of those moments when you need a hallmark card right," he joked. I giggled and then we turned the corner. I stopped and pulled him back.

"What's wrong Lalita," he asked. I could only stare at the scene before me. What the hell is going on?

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