Because of You

Because of You(8)

Sorry for the delay!! I got back from my retreat, and I was gonna update, but I was DEAD tired. In the lyrics, when its like [this] it means it's being sung at the same time as the main part. Anyway, read on!!

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Chapter 8

   "A-adopted? I... No... No!!" I cried out while the thought processed though my mind.

   Tawnee began, "Yes,  we would love to welcome you to the fam--"

   "Nobody asked you!!" I snapped at her. She shut her mouth and her husband glared at me with severity.

   "Miss Nago, I know this is difficult to take in--"

   "Ya think?!" I interrupted Mr. Charter.

   He ignored my comment and continued, "--but that is no excuse to be rude."

   "Sorry," I mumbled, not wanting to admit that it was my fault.

   "This weekend you can come home with us," James, Tawnee's husband, said while patting her hand comfortingly. She must be afraid to talk...

   "Nope. I can't. I have to take care of my house, and I have bills to pay. I can't leave.""

   Tawnee peeped, "Why not?" then quickly cowered behind James. Yup, she was scared.

   "I promised my parents I would raise my own family in that house. If I sell it, I can't exactly buy it back," I said like it was obvious.

   "So what?? Who cares?? Sell the house!!" Tawnee blurted. She slapped her hand over her open mouth and her eyes went wide. I muffled whimper escaped her lips as my own eyes narrowed with anger.

   "Take. It. Back." I spat, venom dripping from every syllable.

   "WELL!! I think that should be good for today!" Mr. Charter exclaimed loudly, clapping his hands together. "James, Tawnee. Thank you."

   As James and Tawnee stood, I childishly stuck out my tongue. I was about to flip them off, but Mr. Charter was there. I would've gotten detention for... Ever. After they walked out, I turned to the principal with a questioning gaze. He merely shrugged and ushered me out of his office.

   I slunk down the halls, a warm breeze blowing in my face and softly whipping my hair[I WHIP MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH, I WHIP MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH!!]. I closed my eyes, letting the wind soothe my senses. Suddenly, a sharp SLAP sounded and my face began to sting. I opened my eyes to light streaming though a bright green paper that had blown into my face. I was a flyer advertising the talent show. A thought popped into my head and I grinned. If Kyle can sing, then so can I...

~*Later That Day*~

   I strutted down the boys' dorms hallway, getting wolf-whistles from the guys. Flipping them all off, I pushed Kyle's door open, letting myself in. I banged on his door and yelled, "Open up!" I pounded on the door for another second before throwing it open. The first thing I saw was Kyle sucking some poor girl's face off. The second thing was all their clothes on the floor. Third? Kyle's manhood. I've seen bananas longer than that.

   The girl screeched and jumped away from Kyle. She pulled the sheets over her bare body, and that's when I saw her face. Angela Enlat.

   "Issa!! Omigod, I can explain!!" she said nervously.

   "Yeah, you might want to save it for Sean. He'd like the explanation far more than I would," I replied.

   "Why are you even here??" Kyle rudely asked, drops of spit hitting my face.