Taking a walk in the woods always seem to calm me down. Why can't my life be simple? I thought. I hate having to be someone I'm not just so people won't find out I'm being abused. I didn't want to be popular I just wanted to be just like everyone else. I had to fail exams on purpose and be mean to everyone just so they can classify me as "Queen bee." I figured that if I became popular no one would know I was abused.
I befriended Stacey and Kacey. It wasn't hard since I looked almost like Regina from mean girls with my long blonde hair and it looks like they needed a blonde in their crew since they were both brunettes . I pretended I was rich just to fit in with them. Sad, I know. I'm not proud of it but I had to do something to fit in.I lied about where i live. I don't own fancy clothes i borrow them from my mother's closet. Marcus gave me a car for my 15th birthday. He bought it for me so i could keep quiet about the abuse since his mother was coming to stay with us for a while. You may be wondering why i can't tell my grandmother about what her son does but the thing is she would never believe me. Her son is perfect in her eyes. I felt a drop of water on my nose. I looked up only to see that it started raining. I opened my arms and I let the rain wash off all my make up. I felt at ease with the rain beating against my skin. The rain made some of the bruises on my face sting but I didn't care. I always loved the rain. When I was 6 years old my mother bought me one of those tiny inflatable swimming pool and I would only use it when it was raining. I would have a mini pool party with my mom.
"Jill" I heard someone shout snapping me out of my thoughts. How can anyone find me. Did someone follow me? I looked around and I grabbed a stick as I slowly made my way behind a tall tree.
"Jill, where are you?" That voice sounds familiar. I heard footsteps coming closer and closer to me. I felt someone touch my shoulder and I quickly reacted by hitting the person in their face with the stick and I ran.
"Ouch" the person cried. I stopped in my tracks and I looked around. It was
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE ??" I screamed but he didn't say a word.
" Hey Dork. I'm talking to you."he didn't say a word. He got of the ground and he stood up dusting his clothes. He kept on staring at me with a shocked expression. What is wrong with him? He placed his hand on my cheek and he caressed his thumb along a scar on my cheek. It was then I realized I wasn't wearing any makeup. SHIT SHIT SHIT.
"Who did this to you?"he asked.
"It's none of your business. Leave me alone."
"Please tell me. I'm worried."
"Why would you worry about me? You don't even know me and besides I thought you were scared of me."
"I'm not scared of you. Well I mean I was at first but then I observed you and I realize you're not as mean as people think you are."
"Shut up. You don't know anything about me so LEAVE ME ALONE!!" I screamed.
"Please Jill just tell me who did this to you."
I started crying. After so many years of trying to hide my secret no one noticed anything until now.
"Please Jill." He said as he grabbed my hand.
"Why should I tell you?" I sobbed.
What he did next shocked me. He kissed me. Dylan the dork is kissing me. I know I should push him away but his lips feel so soft. I rapped my hands around his neck and I depend the kiss. Why am I doing this? He bit my bottom lip and I moaned. Suddenly he stopped.
"I go through the same pain as you. You're not alone." I was confused. What is he talking about? I was about to question him further when I felt his lips on mine once again. This dork sure is a good kisser.
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Ms. Popular's Secret
Teen FictionJill Watson is a 16 year old who attends Kennedy High. Every one thinks she's perfect because she's popular. Jill has a secret and she doesn't want anyone to find out. Will anyone find out? Or Will she be able to hide it with her popular image.