Chapter Two

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"Gen, did you finish the work for Mr. Johnson's class?" my friend Jane asks me "Um yeah...here" I say handing her the paper,

"Are you alright, you seem...off?" she asks "Yeah I just didn't sleep all that well last night" I tell her before laying my head down on the table

Any moment the bell will ring for us to leave this hell-I mean school.

"Hey, guys" my best friend Dylan says when he sits next to me "What do you want jerk?" I say looking up at him "Nothing bitch...you?" he asks with a smile,

Dylan is apart of the 'Angels' when he told me this a few weeks ago I was furious, he knew how much I was worried about every single guy in there and he's the only one that I know on a personal level 

"Well do you really want me to say what's on my mind?" I ask him

"No, 'cause I already know the answer" 

He does I keep telling him that I want him to get the hell out of there but he won't listen.

"Are you guys ready for Summer break?" Jane asks with a smile "More like are you guys ready to graduate" Dylan says after rolling his eyes "You were just talking about how excited you were to get the hell out of here" I say,

"That was before I was apart of the 'Angels' now I'm going to have to stay in this deadbeat town" he says running his through his hair, "Well you could always-" I began to say before he interrupted me

"No, Gen, I'm not leaving them I took an oath, they're my family now" he says looking at me with an annoyed expression,

"What happened to the family at this table?" I ask growing angry "That's not what I meant!" he said with wide eyes, "No it is what you meant, Jane's your cousin...I'm just the girl that you met on the playground," I say grabbing my stuff and walk away

"Gen!" He yelled out to me but I slammed the door behind me 

Fuck the bell I'm leaving now.

I walk out of the school and get into my car just sitting in the driver's seat debating on if I wanted to go home or not

Who am I kidding that place isn't my home they just keep me in the house to collect the check from the state every month that is supposed to 'Take care of my needs' when in reality I take care of myself since they forced me to get a job to pay for everything I need and they take the money and travel,

 they pay for the house every month but I pay for food, water, and electricity. I've had to cut back on a lot of things because my job doesn't pay enough since I'm a high school student, even if I worked full time I would only be doing about five percent better than what I'm doing now.

People keep asking me why I'm so skinny but I just tell them that I have a fast metabolism when the truth is I only really eat one meal a day, and even then it's not much...hell I can't even afford to buy my lunch at school every day which is only five dollars a day.

After a few minutes of thinking, I decided to go to the park to clear my head, I found a bench to sit on, and I couldn't help but about everything that I have gone through in the past ten years, the memories upset me so much that the only thing I could do was cry.

"Are you alright?" a voice from behind me asks I turn to look at them 

"Yeah I'm fine" I say turning back around "Well I just wanted to ask because it's not usual to see someone crying in the park" they say "It's just typical teen drama" I say with a Fake smile "I know the feeling, I graduated last year" he says sitting down next to me

  I thought he looked familiar.

"Lucky for you I still have about two weeks until I can get out of that hell hole they call high school" I say making him laugh  "Well is there anything I can help you with?" he asks with a soft smile,

 I shake my head "I don't think there is anything you can do" I say and he frowns a bit "If you need anything just let me know" he says before asking to put his number in my phone and for some reason I let him then I put my number in his before he walked me to my car.

"Have a good day" he says with a smile "You too" I say and he starts walking off "Wait!" I shout making him turn around "What's your name?" I ask "Zeke...and yours?" he asks "Genevieve" I say and he smiles "Good-bye Genevieve" he says before walking out of the parking lot.

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