Alone (on hold)

Chapter two- just another day

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Its mornings and Light streams through the thin blinds and warm my face. My head still aching.

As I open my eyes I realize that my alarm didn't go off and I'm late. As I rush around my tiny room getting dressed I see that it's 6:30 crap! I'm suppose to be down stairs and doing my chores by 6:25 .

rushing down the stairs and into the kitchen I quickly start making breakfast for Clara.

As I'm mixing the protein powder in the blender Henry walks in whistling a cheerful tune. " hey Lena no need to make that Clara's is already gone , early cheer practice. Oh and your mother Clara and I are going to visit some family so your going to me alone for a couple of days an we should be gone bye tomorrow morning."

He says and strolls out if the house with his brief case swinging form his hand.

Acting like everything's fine. Sighing I dump the rest out and clean the kitchen. Looking at the clock I see its 7:30. Heading up stairs I breath a sigh of relief that Sarah's at work early this morning.

With both parents home they tend to team up and the beating worsen . last night was pain full at the least. So I just fell asleep on my floor to sore and bruised to do anything els.After I get ready dressed in simple jeans an black T I walk to my window and slip out , climbing down tresses and make my way to school.

As I'm waking down the road my dark hair swishing against My my back , and leafs gently blow across the road. Fall has always been my favorite time of the year.

Yea I know most people love Christmas or their birthdays the most but I'm not allowed to attend Christmas or any Holliday for that matter and my birth day Is a day of drunken rages and beatings from my mother cause its thy day my dad let all those years ago.

So I prefer fall cause its like the trees are crying colorful tears that dance in the wind creating beautiful works of art. But that's just me.

As i approach the school I fill with dread at what will come as soon as i enter those doors. People don't really like me because I'm different , quiet ,reserved and constantly picked on. I can handle the punches, and shoves and humiliation that the study body attends to me with , it's the lies and the remarks about me that truly break me. It's the things people write bout me in the bathroom stalls .

Or how whenever I walk into a room or down the hall people will laugh and taunt me. I never did anything to them. Not once did I retaliate. But it's all thanks to my own sister Clara. She makes them do it.

She owns every one of them , as if she some type of queen and they all worship her. So I keep my head down and quickly make my way to my first class , as people shove there way through the crowded halls .

My fist class is art so I feel some what relieved art is my favorite class because the teacher Ms. Ally is the best teacher ever and is about the only person who will see through the rumors and treats me kindly. I enter the art room and head to the back as kids file in.

The bell rings signaling the start of class and the teacher walks in. "Okay class today is a you day so I'm not going to do anything it's all up to you what you will spend your time. Now I have to go to a meeting and I trust you all to behave and treat one another with respect."

She gives a pointed look at some of the guys. "Okay get to work!" She says and makes her way out if the room. I take out my book and pencils and mindlessly draw what ever my brain thinks about. That's another thing I enjoy to do.

Paint and draw. When I was little I use to paint in the mud using my fingers

. And when I got older I got real pairs a started to paint whenever I was upset. But my mother hated my paintings , she said that my father use to always paint.

And it made her sick. Now I'm not good, a blind person could see that but I enjoy it. So as my pencil glides Across the paper I use all my Anger and sadness to create what I draw. When I'm finished I take Look At the dark lines that make up my drawing. It's a faceless girl sitting in a swing crying but all around her Are empty swings.

She's alone.

The bell rings and I hurry out of the class and head to my next class. The day passes by But I'm not Lucky enough to miss my regular beatings form Clara's minions AKA the foot ball team. But thankfully i have a few days to my self. So as I slowly limp home I feel my tears silently falling down my cheeks.

Sometimes I wonder what my father ever saw in my mother. Maybe before I came she was loving? Or she didn't have a drinking problem , that she can hid so well? Maybe she actually loved unconditionally and not for the money or the image but she loved the person.

Deep inside I know that it's not really my fault he left , but years a drunken beatings and verbal abuse can say other wise. I'm messed up. Like who has a fear of love?! And flinches when ever someone goes to touch flinches automatically? Me. That's who . But that's not totally her fault . It's his fault to , I never should of trusted him. Or his friends.

That night I made a promise that I would never put out my heart. I lost something in myself that and can never get it back.I'm going to be alone , but that's okay , thats alright because it's what I'm used to. And I fine with that , I just have to live the life I have and go with it because some people's life is so much harder so I might complain and about it but its all I have and I'm thankful for it.

So as I enter the brooks resident I don't act like some kicked puppy who no One loves , I might be one but I don't act like it. I act like me , Lena carter the girl with a broken heart but not broken soul.

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