Liars: A Story of Your Not-So Average Teen

Chapter 4

I head out of the restroom towards my locker and I hear the bell ring. I see Dmitri running over to me with a worried glint in his eyes. He meets me at my locker and says, “Why weren’t you in last period? I was worried something else happened to you like this morning.” I sigh, opening my locker and then realizing that I left it on the floor of the hallway when Shane and John were beating me up. I can’t wait to see their reactions when they see me completely healed.

“I’m sorry Dmitri, I just got distracted. I’m completely fine,” I say to him as I close my locker. He sighs, giving in, and we head to class, which happened to be Geometry. My most hated subject will forever be math and just because they give it different names doesn’t make it any different. 

We head through the door and look at the board, which has a projection of a seating chart on it. I was really starting to think this was the Series of Misfortunate Events. I look up at the seating chart, and right there in its big black glory was my name right beside Shane’s. I hold in my sigh because teachers always complain when you do that and it would be a bad first impression. Of course someone else had a different idea.

“Why do I have to sit next to her? She’s such a freak!” Shane complained loud enough for everyone to hear. He hasn’t seen me yet so he probably thinks I’m all beat up.

The bell rings and everyone heads to their seats. Shane turns around from his group of friends and sees me. He looks aghast, but is quickly refilled with rage. He went and sat down next to me. He didn’t say anything the whole time the teacher droned on.

Finally, like an angel sent from heaven, which I’m pretty sure was against me, the bell rang, freeing me from this hell hole that they call school. I pick up my stuff and run over to Dmitri, grabbing his arm, and pulling him to our lockers hurriedly. I didn’t have any homework tonight so I just shoved all my crap in my locker and went grabbed Dmitri’s arm again, who was done and waiting for me, and ran through the sea of students, up the staircase, and out to the bus. Bus number 10. We go past the middle schoolers in the front of the bus to sit in the seat with the wheel so I can put my feet on it.

We don’t talk much on the way home, just a few words here and there. Dmitri and I were sharing my iPod and lip syncing to the music. The bus finally reached our stop so about five kids, including Dmitri and I, get up and walk off the bus.

“So,” Dmitri started. “See you tomorrow I guess.” He waved at me before walking up the hill that our street is on.

“Yeah, see ya!” I shout after him, my home only about ten feet away. I take out my key from the front pocket of my book bag and unlock the door. I sigh as I walk inside. It feels so empty in here. I feel tears start to form but blink them away quickly. I go to my room and throw my book bag on the bed from the doorway. I also kick off my shoes before going back out to the living room.  I sit down on the couch and flip on the tv. I flip through the channels but there’s nothing good on. I end up turning the tv off and going to my room. I grab my wallet with fifty dollars in it, my iPod, and my key. I’m going to walk to the gas station about two miles from here.

I walk out the door, making sure to lock it behind me and head to the station. I unravel my headphones from around my iPod and put it on shuffle. I keep the volume low enough to hear what’s around me in case there’s someone dangerous around.

I stroll down the side of the highway. The road on my one side and the woods on the other. I see the gas station up ahead of me so I pause my music and remove my headphones.

I reach the gas station and walk up to the door, opening it. I walk inside and go over to the coolers to get a drink. I look over at the cashier first to see what they look like. I always do this when I walk into some place that is generally small. He looks like a man in his early to mid-thirties, with medium length, scraggly brown hair, and stubble. I give him a slight nod in acknowledgement because he’s looking at me a bit strangely. I ignore it though and open the cooler door and grab a pacific coconut Sobe drink. I then walk over to the chip aisle and grab a bag of ruffles. I then walk over to the counter to check out as three men walk in with black trench coats walk in. The cashier and them share a look as they approach me. I leave my items on the counter and start walking into an aisle to see if it was really me that they’re coming after. Well, it was. They ran towards me so I hurriedly started running out the store. It’s pretty hard to run away from three grown men that are surrounding you from all but one side. There was only one door so of course on of the guys had to block my path from it. Cliché much.

I walk backwards until my back hits the coolers. Two of the guys rush and grab my arms. I flail about for a bit but it was obvious that I wasn’t strong enough to get away from them so I stopped. I sighed as another man came in through the door. This one was better dressed than the rest. A black suit with black hair and menacing green eyes that seemed to glow. He’s really tall, probably six foot five. I feel a sudden rage wash over me at the sight of him. It confuses me about why but the hate and anger is so strong it over powers any confusion I have about my reaction.

“Well hello Akyra,” the man smirked at me, walking over to me. “You look just like your mother. Except you have my eyes and my height. Just like I thought you would.”

I gasp as I realize who this man is. I have dark blonde hair and green eyes, many people when they see my eyes can’t look away, almost like they’re drawn into them. My mom is really short, about five foot two, while I am at five foot eleven for the past two years. He still has that smirk on his face as he leans toward my face, putting his hand on my cheek.

“You’re already so grown up,” He smiled evilly at me. “Why don’t you call me by my name that you were always meant to?”

“Never,” I say defiantly. I gasp at the impact on my cheek. He had slapped me. A slap harder than any normal human should be able to do. I could already feel my cheek swelling up and a bit of blood in my mouth. I look up at him to see that his eyes are no longer green, but an even more menacing red.

“I AM YOUR FATHER YOU WILL DO AS I SAY!” He screamed at me. I flinched. I always hated when people yelled or screamed.

“I will not do as you say. No one can make me do what you say,” I say stubbornly. I knew I should’ve kept my mouth shut.

“Is that a challenge?” My father whose name I do not know said grinning. He then grabbed me by my shirt out of the men’s hold and threw me across the 7/11 store. He then just stared into my eyes, chuckling darkly. I suddenly felt the worst pain I ever felt in my life. I screamed, which only made it worse. It hurt to breathe, my heart hurt to beat, everything hurt. Isn’t there anybody outside that sees this? I look out the glass and see that it’s completely empty. The pain is too much as I see black spots start to dance in my vision as I fade into black.

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