*******Twelve Years Later*******
"Nickels, Theodore."
"Here," whispered.
"Malcolm, Elizabeth."
"Here!" giggled.
"Miller, Lillian."
"Present."
Laughed at. Always laughed at.
It doesn't matter. Don't listen to them. Don't forget what Austin said. Its better to be laughed at then to speak using such a meager vocabulary. They're only intimidated by you and your use of the English language.
Still, I thought to myself, It would be nice if someone didn't laugh at me for once.
I raised my hand, hoping to use the bathroom and instead, everyone laughed again. I looked around, confused.
"Thank you, Ms. Miller, for volunteering. Now tell me, what kind of life do you and your family lead? How does that effect the way you act with each other?"
Crap. No wonder everyone else is laughing. They all know my brother's in an asylum, he was the star football player in the high school. Youngest quarterback to win an entire game on his own. He scored all the points for his team, even though he never gave himself any credit. When he started going crazy, the local reporters had a field day, digging up the dirt on my family. they found out everything.
It probably didn't help that Austin had dumped the reporter's daughter the month before.
Her entire family was in the newspaper business: her uncle was the editor, her mother was the newspaper article writer, and both of her cousins were interns at another newspaper business.
I turned to look at the new teacher. He had just been transferred here from Wyoming, so he knew nothing of my families exploited past.
"I'm sorry Mr. Hendrickson, but I'd rather not share with the class my home life. I was only asking if I could use the restroom, please."
The class laughed again.
Someone in the back shouted, "Yeah Mr. H. You wanna see her family life, just look at the newspapers from six years ago."
Probably Alex. I hated him.
"Very well, Ms. Miller. You may use the bathroom."
He looked flustered. I got up and walked out of the room, taking my things with me. I knew the bell would ring soon anyway letting his out of the hellhole we called school. It was really just a torturous place where secrets either welcomed you, or they made you unwanted, unnoticed if you were lucky.
Unfortunately, I was not lucky. Or welcomed. Not by a long shot.
The bell rang. In was time for me to go see Austin.
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Przygodowe17 year old Lilliana Miller spends every day in the attic above the old Victorian house she lives in with her Aunt Cara. Her parents abandoned her and her older brother, Austin, when she was five. When she was ten her brother was admitted into an as...
