Dream Upon A Star

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I stare at my feet as I let them carry me through the wide hallway that was barely full anymore. School had just ended. As I walked, I noticed my footing seemed crooked like I was wearing two left shoes... I must look like a penguin. I sigh loudly, tightly gripping the books in my arms, my shoulders aching. If they had a voice they'd probably be crying out in pain. That's what happens when you carry three textbooks in your book bag. I could feel the straining of the straps that were connected to my back pack, and I felt my face pale as I imagined them snapping from the heavy load.

I shake it off with a mental shrug, walking out of the two large exit doors that let people leave the school. I shuffle my way down the sidewalk, glancing around the parking lot to see if I could find my father's range rover that gleamed in the sunlight on sunny days. Today, puddles covered the ground, the air was misty with fog and the sun slightly peeked out from clouds. I feel my determination to find it drop, when I don't see a trace of the car. Disappointed, I bite my lip and start heading down the damp sidewalk.

This was the third time in a row he has forgotten to pick me up... But I can't really blame him. Lately, he been working late shifts, putting in extra work to help pay off the heavy debts that drowned us at home. I felt weary as I remember last night, when I had found my parents that had been married since high school, fighting in the kitchen. And it wasn't just bickering, it was constant yelling and screaming that made my ears burn at the noise-I was restless that night, how could anyone sleep over that loud ruckus?

At one in the morning, I had grown tired of it and quietly creeped down the stairs to check on my parents that were still fighting in the kitchen. The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife... They were having some kind of stare down, challenging the other to look away. I felt overwhelmed, sick almost, as I crawled my way back up the stairs, unseen.

The feeling of throwing up returned to my stomach, my hands shaking as I remember the endless shouting continued till I went out the door to run off to school. I had a feeling something bad was planned for me and my parents in the future, and to tell you I was worried with an understatement. I was shaking in my boots... I mean converse. "Is the little geek cold?" A short giggle sounded in my ear making my heart beat almost stop for a second, terrified that Jenna had appeared out of nowhere.

I rub my arms, feeling self-conscious as I noticed goose bumps covering them. It was quiet cold outside today. "Aww, poor thing." A large fake grin stretches across her face, and I could have sworn I saw wrinkles forming. Before I knew it, I was shoved in shoulders, which caught me off guard. I stumble backward, falling to the ground, into a large muddy puddle. I gasp when freezing cold water seeps through my coat, and my books that had fallen with me into the puddle. I stare at them in horror, watching them get drenched with dirty water. Does Jenna even know what the phrase 'crossing the line' means?

No, of course she doesn't.

She snickered slightly, almost silently as she took a step toward me, almost tripping in her three-inch heels, and falling into the puddle with me. Jenna wobbled in her shoes, smoothing out her slutty dressed that was wrapped around her body tightly. Wasn't she cold as well? I guess she was used to it, her famous quote was: 'Beauty hurts'. What kind of a quote is that? In fact, I think Jenna is kind of... Ugly? Inside and out. Don't tell her I said that.

I shiver as the jean fabric of my pants sticks to me, the water feeling like its ocean water from Antarctica. I let a shaky breath escape my lips, white air leaving as I did so, almost looking like smoke as it disappeared in the air. "Do you need help?" She faked sympathy as she stuck a hand out, her sharp nails looking like they were filed into claws. I felt my heart jolt when an evil thought goes to my head as I stare at her hand. Nobody was around, and I was sick of getting picked on, so I decided something. It wouldn't hurt to get a taste of revenge.