The Runaway

It's Only The Beginning...

"Well, here I am again. In this cold, dark room. I never asked to be here. It all just happened to fast to take control." I began to write in my notebook. Oh, me.. My name is Maybell. Maybell Walker. Born July 16th 1999. Im only a Freshman in high school. My mom says I've always been the troublemaker. I can't disagree. I'm always asking for trouble. Like today, in class the guy sitting behind me kept whispering to me, poking my back, being so annoying. I was fed up. His name is Hunter. So I did what my instinct told me to do. I stood up, looked straight into his eyes and punched him right in the face. Of course this is high school, where no one, will let that happen to them without fighting back. He got up and punched me back, knocking me to the ground. That's when the teacher came over yelling at us to stop. Well, she wasn't fast enough he already picked me up from the ground by my collar, saying quietly to my face "If I EVER see you around outside of school, you better pray that your little ass won't get hurt." Then he threw me down. Obviously I had to go down to the office and now, I'm here. In detention. I had no idea he was that strong. I guess I learned my lesson. Just wait till I get home. I'll be grounded for months working for my brother. See, my brother, Matthew, is the type of person that will make you think your the best person in the world then go around the next day and tell you how worthless you are just because you ate the last cookie in the box. *brinngggg* the alarm rang. Mrs.Smith pulls down her glasses to her nose to look at me, and says "Ok Maybell it's time for you to go now, and please stop getting into trouble I'm tired of staying here every night just because your dumb ass can't stay out of trouble." Ouch. I just shook my head and walked out of the room. Its like everyone hates me. At least I still have one person, my best friend. He's always been there for me since the 4th grade. But sometimes I even think he doesn't care about me...