Chapter 7: Grounded...for ever.
The bell rang, and Sierra was closing off her essay. Concluding, how this day must have been the worst day she could ever have. Sierra took her backpack, slinging it over one shoulder when Rose approached her, with an evil look on her face. "Hey Sierra, mind if I read your essay? Your mother said I could."
Sierra stopped dead in her track, looking into Rose's eyes, once full of the eyes of a begger, pleading to keep her reputation, which replaced her eyes of hate, even though, it would soon be worse then 'Rose's First Victim!', usually tending to be the biggest looser in the school. "Sure, go ahead I guess, as long as Mrs.Weshworld says It's ok." Sierra tried to be as nice as she could, keeping her teeth klenched together, she was ready to attack her like a german shepard on a squrille. But of course, she would catch the rabies. Never returning to her former self.
Rose stepped aside, her heel-studded combat boots stomped on the floor. Sierra crunched her nose when noticing the bold shoe choice. Looking at the paper, she pulled out her water bottle. "Rose, what did you want to read my paper for? I kind of, well I need to go home." Sierra played with her hair, making slight movements, being cautious, Sierra knew this would be bad. Gulping, she continued, "Mrs.Weshworld is going to drop me off at home"
"Oh drop the act Sierra, I know she is your mom. And now, you are going to pay for what you have done to me. There is no way, a new comer will ever lash a whip at me after I lashed it first" Rose pointed a finger dirrectly at Sierra, now holding the waterbottle and the paper in one hand. Quickly, she looked around. Sierra knew she needed something to get her with, something to push her down, giving in like everyone else. Sierra lunged, going for her paper. Then, Rose saw her chance, she opened the cap of the water bottle and spilled it all over the paper. Black blue and red came together, the pen ink leaked into the blue lines, words would now stain out of the margin, where Sierra was sure not to have letters cross the border, but now, Rose was that letter. And Sierra was not happy about it. She needed to do something to stay out of Rose's way, and create her own way. The best way.
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Sierra pushed Rose out of the way, causing her to bump into the shelf, knocking down a electric pencil sharpener, pulling the cord out of the wall. Rose tripped over her own feet, atempting to angrily do a model walk to Sierra, but then plumeting down to the tile floor. "Bye darling" Sierra winked, flashing a model worthy smile, walking out to the car where her mood would soon be changed by her mother.
"Sierra, get in now." Sierra sat in the front seat, placing her backpack below the glovebox next to her feet.
"Mom, it wasn't my fault." Sierra pleaded for understandment, her mothers eye were cold, she knew if she continued looking, her mom would give in, but her mother relized to and turned her head to look outside the windshield, turning the keys in the egnition (sorry for spelling).
"Sierra, I tought you the biggest thing, being not to lie. And I cannot belive you would lie, and now you had detention, and you lost almost all of your privalges, you are lucky you are not walking to and home from school." Sighing, Sierra shook her head slowly, hoping her mother would listen, but it wasn't worth it.
When Sierra got home, she walked straight to her room, mumbling words "Stupid school, stupid Rose,stupid life." A loud groan escaped her mouth as she slammed herself onto her bed, hearing the springs bounce back up. She looked on her wall, in the place it would always be, was a sign that said 100 days until you are un-grounded. Sierra had never even seen it past two days, but this was too far. How could her mother be this unfair. She works with kids who need help with problems, yet she doesnt chain them do a chair and tell them they cant leave for one hundred days. Sierra could not belive how mad she was, she looked at her yellow walls which seemed to be steaming now, she could definatly tell she was steaming mad and she hated it
She was grounded for ..Ever...
