Someday You Will

Chapter 1: Why Help ME!

      It was three years ago, that day was the same as others. Except, with a slight twist

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      Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.... I'm up I thought. Today is Monday one of my favorite-ish day of the week is here. I checked my clock it was four thirty, I tumbled down my bed, turned off my alarm, and got ready. I ate my cereal, my brother Jordan cried as usual my father started cussing at him to "shut the fuck up," then at me to get him.

     I walked to my school, it took ten minutes to arrive. A few of the popular kids were walking behind me. It was guys they sounded like they were whispering. One of the boys speed up in front of me. He had pulled back hair, golden-brown. His eyes has a royal blue and grey-ish color, the boy's face was triangular a little diamond shape. I've noticed near his eye had a little scratch. WAIT! I know who this is ..............

     " Yo, your Fara right?" The boy said

     " Right, ... Why?" I responded.

     "No reason, well I'm Dylan I wanted to talk to you."

     "Oh ok, see you." I said as I walked

      " W wait, hey!"

     "Bye"

     I arrived to class, a sigh of relief came out of me. I had to get away from Dylan. He is the bad boy in our school EVERYONE loved. The girls would flip out and tell me to back off. I already had enough things to deal with my family, school work and, other girl's homework. I couldn't get more weight on my back. He seemed pretty nice. But, he probably wanted to use me for his homework.

            A hour later of cruelty
                         (Class)

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      I walk out of the cruel torture (class) history was the worst. Everyone was laughing at me, some of the girls gave me a dirty look. I turned around it was Dylan's gang, the bell had rung I tried to escape from them. They pinned my to a wall.

     " So, why did you ditch our captain." One said

     " You should be lucky he even gives attention to a  loner bitch like you."Another of the boys said.

     When I heard him say that word  loner bitch I remembered my auntie and grandma called me that when I was six. Father was in jail for, who knows what. Instead of calling me Fara my auntie and grandma called me that word and I hated it. They told me it was my fault dad is in jail. Mom was providing for five people, she couldn't have a break to spend time with me. I'd almost broke down.

     " Why, do you care? It's my choice to talk to him if I want too. LEAVE. ME. ALONE." I hollered.

     " We care because, at of all the fucking other girls; he chose a rat!"

     " It's not my fault that Dylan has great taste."

     " Why you motherfuc...."

     The boy who was talking didn't even finish his sentence. He just snapped his fingers and said go. Two of the other boys from the gang hold onto me. I tried wiggling free, stomping on their feet, nothing worked. The boy hold my chin up and said " Our leader decided to talk to you, he never approaches females. They approach him and for you to just dis him. Makes me wanna........

     Before, he can finish I ....um....... spit on his face

To be continued. . .