Hidden in the Shadows(Hold)

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"Not again!" I groaned and laid back on my bed. I was playing Assassins Creed, but my Xbox kept turning off. I was skipping school today because I just didn't feel like going. My parents don't care, I don't even exist to them. Just another mouth to feed and a pair of hands to help clean, nothing more. I didn't matter anyway. I was just an awkward teenager they had to fight with and clean up after, who couldn't even keep a job. I never liked any jobs that I got and slacked off. I jumped from job to job until I got enough money to buy a car than stopped working altogether.I was a good student. Well I got good grades at least. I never bothered with anyone, but everyone bothered with me.

I glanced at my clock, 9:40. Ugh. It was only 9:40 and I was already bored.

'Maybe I should go to school...' I shook my head at the horrible idea.Semester finals are next week though and I don't want to miss out on anything. My reasoning side won over as I got up and pulled on some jeans. I grabbed my small drawstring backpack and slung it over my shoulder. I got my keys off of my desk and walked out of my room into the hallway. When I got to the kitchen I peeked in but luckily my mom wasn't there. I made a dash to the door that goes to the garage and slid out. The garage door was completely up so I ran to my car which was parked in the driveway. The chilly air nipped at my skin and I wish I hadn't have left my jacket in the car.

When I reached my car I slid in and thew my backpack in the passenger seat. I grabbed my jacket from the back and slipped it on quickly. I shoved the key in the ignition and turn. The car stalled at first but then went to a full start. I sighed and looked at the windows that started to defrost. I had to wait and I was a bit impatient. I looked around and somehow the worn leather seats just looked sad. Light rain drops tapped my window sill coming from the dull grey sky. Something just didn't feel.... right.

The ice on the windows thawed off and I thrust the car into reverse. After backing it up I switched to drive and started toward the school, shaking off the weird feeling something just wasn't right.

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By the time I got to the school and parked it was 10:10. The slight rain had increased to a full down pour and I was running from the student parking lot to the school. When I reached the school I was soaked. I walked up to the attendance window and smiled at the lady. The attendance lady wore a scowl on her face as she signed me a slip for class. I put down 'car troubles' as my tardy excuse. The lady's scowl lightened up a little when she saw my reason but still looked like she disapproved.

"Here's your pass. Third block.  Go", She practically threw the pass at me. I groaned at took it walking to my third block class. History. I made sure to make a quick stop at my locker to get my text book.

When I entered the room my teacher glared at me for interrupting his lecture. I rolled my eyes and handed him my pass. I walked - slowly - to the back of the room to sit in my usual seat. As soon as I sat down I nodded, as if I was letting the teacher continue his lesson. He looked pissed, but continued his lecture. Something about World War Two that I tuned out completely; I started doodling in my notebook. Just small designs for my desktop publishing class, ideas for an assignment we are doing.

"Cara what was the death toll in World War Two?" The professor asked, hoping to draw attention to me.

"Around 62 and 78 Million." I didn't even look up to answer. I studied ahead in history so I didn't have to pay attention.

The teacher made a small hmph and continued with his lecture. I felt I had won a small victory and continued drawing. Elaborate designs danced from my pen tip all over the page. The shrill sound of the bell screeched through the air. I quickly shoved my notebook into my bag and left the room. In no   time I had arrived at my locker and I was turning the lock to the right combination. With a snap telling me I put the pattern in right the lock loosened. I pulled it off and opened my locker. I put my bag in and grabbed my drawing book and my good pencil. I was ready for my next class. Art. I sighed and slammed my locker shut and put the lock back on. I hated my art teacher. He was always a dick about my drawings. Everyone was always jealous because they thought I was better at art then them, but my teacher was always saying how horrible my art work was and ripping it up in my face. 

I turned around to head to my class, just to come face to face with one of the popular chicks. 

"Well well. Look who decided to show up today!" When she spoke her little groupies giggled. Typical.

"I'm not in the mood Amy. Go pick on someone you can handle", I grunted, I was not going to deal with her today.

"Oh but I think I can handle you gothy."

"I'm not a goth. Get your facts straight, brat." I spit at her.

"I am not a brat. Got it?" She sounded mad. I smiled a little.

"Oh but you are. You have the big head with no brain," I poked her forehead and pushed her away from me a little. "The painted on, crayon looking makeup. You got the ugliest, slutist looking clothes." I was pushing her back and advancing little by little. "You have the money from daddy, you have the snotty little attitude. And most of all, you're ugly, dumb, little whore who has no life but making others feel completely worse about themselves. And you know why you do it? Because you are attention deprived at home. Daddy gives you money but doesn't care about you. Your mom wants you just to look decent. Always out of the house, always alone. All you crave is attention and people being scarred on you. Well guess what. I'm not afraid of you. I've tired of being pushed around by you for all these years and finally I AM STANDING UP FOR MYSELF!" 

By the time I yelled the last part I had her backed up against the opposite walls. Her eyes were huge and she look so small despite her four inch stilettos. Her usual top-of-the-world confidence was about thrown down the drain. I had no idea what sparked this behavior in me. Maybe I was just sick and tired of her picking on me every single day. I felt people grab my shoulders and pull me back. I let them and everything went from slow motion there.

The groupies looked scared because their leader was just struck down, but still had enough confidence to put up a fight. The turned me around to face them and one went to punch me in my face. I grabbed her hand and twisted her wrist violently. Her face scrunched up in pain and she pulled away. The other was too scared to act and ran. I turned around just in time to see Amy coming at me. I kicked her in the stomach. Hard. She flew back against the wall and sprawled on the floor. I looked around. The girl who had her wrist hurt had ran off.  Amy was laying on the ground, probably stunned. I ran. I ran faster then I have ever ran before. I ran up the stairs and out the door into the student parking lot and up to my car. I quickly unlocked it, got it, and started it. I drove out of the student parking lot fast. Something just felt... wrong. I shook off the feeling again and continued on till I got to the turn off. I took a sharp left and was on a road through the woods. I parked next to the white tree. The white tree was just a huge dead tree, but it marked the path. I got out and made sure to lock the door. I jogged down the two minute trail and finally came to the stream. There huge slabe of lime stone that was completely flat. A little stream of water had worn its was through the middle. It emptied out in to a bigger pond. It was relaxing but the feeling of wrong just wouldn't leave.