Oh, Boy

Chapter one- Oh, no you didn't

Whispers, they follow me like a plague. The faint smell of burnt wood swirls around the room. Everyone stares at me, judging. I want to crawl out of my skin, hide in a corner, and disappear. I want to go back to being that girl nobody knew, but helped everyone. I want to be the no one I've always been, always was.

"Did you really almost kill that boy?" Asks a girl who's in my American Literature class.

"I-I didn't, you don't understand I-" I begin, but a voice breaks me from my yammering.

"Our dear Miss. Tallinn was simply defending herself, from Garlic-uh-Gregory Amur," stammers a officer. "He was going to-"

"Can I please- I mean will you take me home?" I ask, running a hand through my hair.

"Of course Taejon," he nods. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Please, just take me home," I whimper.

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I stare at the white walls.

The carefully crafted blankets lay strewn around the room. My bed lays tipped over, my lamp hanging off the dresser. My clothes are all pulled from their places in my drawers, striped from their hangers.

I'm a mess.

My clothes lay lopsided on my body, my hair a giant rats nest on my head. I inhale, letting my anger pour out of me. I flush as the chilly air wafts in from the window. I don't think about anything as I robotically place everything I own into boxes. I don't want to move. I didn't want to live. I just wanted to shrivel up and die.

"We're heading out, all packed?" Asks my mother from the doorway. "Taejon?"

"Mother, I don't want to leave."

"It's what's best, darling," my mother sighs. "We both know you can't stay here."

"Is a new school, town, home really what's best for me?" I question, standing to my feet.

"Don't argue," she snaps. "I can't cope with it either, so please just listen."

"Fine, lets go."

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The ride had been long, boring. It had taken us almost four hours, leaving us tired as can be. It was almost five-thirty and I had already unpacked. Our new house was in a small neighborhood. It was a country stylish house, painted a cream color. I had instantly walked into my room, placing everything in it's spot.

My mother suggested I explore the town. I was reluctant, but mother insisted. I simply grabbed my phone, heading the direction I had spotted a park. The walk was long and I had instantly hated it. When I finally arrived it was almost seven and I was already tired.

The park was beautiful. The trees had a glow to them, the grass freshly cut. I walked to the swings, the place I always loved. They were blue, speckled with rust and peeling. I sat down, pumping my legs.

"Lovely day for a trip to park, huh?" Asks a voice from behind.

"It seems to me everyday is a lovely day here," I reply. "Why is everything so perfect and fake looking?"

"This town full of fake things," he replies.

I turn around. The boy looks my age. He has blue eyes, black messy hair, and is wearing jeans with a red shirt. He runs his fingers through his hair,his lip quivers. He looks up, locking our eyes.

"Are you new?"

"Yeah, I am," I nod, peeling my eyes away.

"What brings you here?" He asks, sitting in the swing beside mine.