With a sigh I dropped my black and white checkered book bag to the floor beside my desk and slid into the seat. Silently I let the tears stream down my cheeks, not bothering to open my eyes, and held my head in my hands, messing up my hair in the front. The tears silently continued to fall as the classroom filled with students laughing and talking around me.
"And of course, she's crying again." One of the "popular" girls, Amber, scoffed as she passed by me. I know that she knows I heard her. She says it everyday. I could tell she rolled her eyes just as the bell rang and she slammed her books onto her desk behind me.
"Hey Amber!" Someone called from the back of the room as Mr. Clip walked into the room. Laughing and shaking his head he took a minute to close the classroom door and walk over to his desk and straiten out a few things on his computer. As he did this the class continued to talk. With a few deep breaths and a few wipes of the eyes my tears ceased and I straitened out my hot-pink bangs so that my black eye was covered completely.
"Alright class!" Mr. Clip said spinning in his chair. "Who did the homework?" With a disappearing smile he looked around the class as only Amber raised her hand with an I'm-better-than-all-of-these-other-slackers perk to her lips, a bob of her head and a flicker of her eyes. Without her taking notice I placed a glare on her and slowly raised my hand. I could feel the glare she placed upon the back of my head.
"Only two? Alrighty then." With a swift movement he picked up the grade book and put a check mark by each of our names. "I don't see why you people don't lie," He laughed. "I never check the homework." With another laugh he set the book down, leaned back against the tall lab table in the front of the classroom and crossed his arm over his chest. "Who here has a weak stomach?" He smiled
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"I can't believe he showed us that video!" Squealed a blonde girl walking past me in the lunchroom. Amber walked beside her sporting a red pencil skirt that rested high on her waist and stopped just at her knees, a white tank-top with a white cardigan that hung open over it. Plain black flats clung to her feet and make a small swooshing sound as the heals scrapped along the floor of the cafeteria.
"I know!" Amber flung her head forward a little, making her brunette curls bounce around her tan, doll-like, face. "Dissecting cats is such a gross thought!"
"I know it is!" was the last thing I heard before they were out of ear shot.
With a deep breath I looked down at my trey of school food and immediately felt sick to my stomach. Becoming overwhelmed with the feeling of guilt mixed with depression I shoved the trey away, hard, and held my head in my hands once again, this time covering my face. Why was it so easy for me to cry?
My thoughts went back to the night before. All I could remember was walking around the house, trying to find something to cover up the blood on my wrists, to stop the bleeding. Avoiding the angry foster mother that sheltered me just for the money from the government. She was drunk again, drunk out of her mind.
"You're worthless!" She shouted through the house. I wasn't even sure if she thought I was listening or if she was sure she was screaming at the wind. Shivers shot through my spine as the blood on my wrists trickled down my arm in a way that gave me goose-bumps. "Worthless I tell you! The only thing you're good for is getting me money that I don't even have to work for!" A loud bang made me gasp and turn around to see Luis crashing through the kitchen door, slamming into the doorframe in her drunken stupor.
"Stay away from me!" I shouted trying to make myself sound angry when, in reality, I was terrified. The closer she crept towards me the closer I inched to the wall. "I'll call the cops on you again!" I stuttered.
