I sat on my bed drifted from reality and captured by sudden thoughts, no wonder chrissy calls me a dreamer.
Going back to school was the last thing I wanted, but I had no choice since I have a test that would determine whether it's wise to continue classes or not. And that of course meant, no scholarship for college if I fail. Not like I can't afford it, but I always consider my dad's money as his own and not mine. I also love being independent.
Yes, about the damn test. I'm not prepared at all. And I most certainly don't want to be in a class with those life runiers. Not after stripping in front of everyone. I know they will remember by today. Those scumbags. I hate high school!
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"Honey? Breakfast is ready." My step mom called out. Of course she was talking to me because Scarlett had already left and my dad was with her in the kitchen, doing God knows what, ew!
"Okay, I'll be right down" I replied trying to sound cheery.
I was welcomed by a worry look on their faces and their eyes scanning my body from head down to my toes, then across the house and back to my face.
"Is everything alright?" I questioned. Knowing it was a dumb question based on what transpired the other night.
"We were just about to ask you the same thing" dad replied, hardly knowing what to say.
"Yes, I'm okay" I replied softly.
"We both know that's not true sweetie. We can't go on like nothing happened and act as if we don't know what's going on. Well we know some stuff but not everything. And that's where we need each other. I was hoping we could talk about what happened after the party, or at the party as a matter of fact." Said my dad, while I try to read his emotions. But it was difficult to do so.
"Um, I um.. I don't know.... I had too much to drink and I couldn't drive home, so I thought it to best to walk... and-...",I paused to take a breath, trying to stop my self from crying, then continued, " someone attacked me, I didn't see his face, I could hardly remember, but I know it hurts and I'm really sorry, I don't know what to do, it hurts and I'm scared" My lips trembled and body shaking, while tears fell from my eyes like water from a fountain.
My dad and step mom comforted me with a huge hug while wiping tears from their eyes and mine.
"Sweetie, I don't think its a good idea to go to school like this... I was hoping we could take you to the doctor, just to make sure it's fine?.." My step mom offered in a melancholy tone.
"Um.. I don't want to go either, but I have a test. The one I told you guys about last week. Yes, its today, I can't miss it. Can we go to the doctor after school? Please!.." I replied quietly, sounding ill..
"Sure honey. I'll drive you to school, your dad have to get to work, or we both would have." said my step mom trying to force a smile.
Dad kissed my forehead and gave me a tight hug, then left for work.
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That hour felt like a day in the examination room. Thankful to God, the topic I studied on the night before the party, most questions came on it, along with a few other stuff that requires basic knowledge. Confident that I'll Ace this exam made me smile, but that quickly faded when I felt a cramp in my tummy.
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As I placed my text book in my locker, I felt unease. I turned and was welcomed by a group of senior kids from the party that clapped in my face and chanted...
"sluty! Katy!"
*CLAP! CLAP!*
"Stripping at the party!!"
*clap! clap!*
"Sweet sexy body"
*clap! Clap!*
"Touched by everybody"
"Drunk like a baby"
*Clap! Clap!*
"Crying for her mommy"
*clap! Clap!*
"Wana-....."
Thank God principle Duval came and made it stop.
I removed my palm that tried hard as possible to block those terrifying words from entering, but it still did!
My step mom rushed towards me, and Scarlett took off. That made it clear that the demon behind the chanting, was her, my evil step sister!
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