Chapter 2: Chapter 2: New comers-02
I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. It was something the whole school teased me about, something I was proud of. I didn't want to be anything like my family. Everything they did, I did the opposite. They curse, I don't. They take advantage of the opposite gender every time they can, I don't. Every word that comes out of their mouth is hurtful, so I just don't speak. I pushed him away, something I knew I would regret later, but I didn't care. He scowled at me. I tightened my grip on my bag and took a step away when a shrill voice stopped me.
"Danny, you whore, what do you think you're doing with my boyfriend!" My sister, Destiny shrieked, stomping over to me. I flinched at her words and she pointed a perfectly manicured finger in my face. "You are SO gonna get it tonight." She growled, huffed, took Jake's hand and led him away. My hands were already trembling when Jake looked back at me and winked before kissing Destiny on the head and pulling her tighter to him b wrapping his arm around her waist.
My hands were still shaking when I sat down at my empty table in U.S History class. Slowly, and steadily, I took my notebook out, opened it up to a new page and pulled out a pencil. The thoughts that were running through my mind were mot good, and scared me to death. My father punching me in the eye, in the stomach, kicking me everywhere his feet could reach. All of them ended with me bloodied, bruised, and defeated when I had done nothing wrong. At the back fo the class, I hung my head in my hands, trying to calm down. Tears sprung in my eyes, but I held them back. Not in school. Not here. Once my hands had steadied some, I began to take the notes scribbled on the board about the Civil War. I was done before the bell rung, and flipped to the back of the notebook and continued writing my short stories. My stories were where I wasn't hit, I could actually speak to people without being scared, a world where I had a boyfriend—a good one. These stories, the books I read, my music…they were the only escape I had. And I loved every minute of it.
"Miss Kimble," a deep voice said, bringing me back into my miserable world. I looked up into my teacher's hazel eyes hidden behind black rimmed glasses. I blinked at him to indicate I was listening. He sighed. "Miss Kimble, we are going to be having a new student coming into our class tomorrow. I wanted you to know he would be sitting next to you."
He? My eyes widened and I shook my head. I was happy sitting by myself. This was my favorite class; he couldn't ruin it by pacing a new kid next to me! A boy no less! He was going to ask me so many questions, and I wouldn't be able to answer him. No, I could not sit next to a new kid.
Mr. Louis shrugged. "I'm sorry, Danny, but we have no other room for him." he looked like he wanted to pat me on my shoulder or something, but he knew I didn't like to be touched. "I'll inform him of your…speech impediment." That'll just make him ask more questions! I thought, my shoulders dipping. I ran my fingers through my hair as he turned around and left, strolling back up to the front and beginning the lesson.
I had seen the trailers passing my home earlier today, but I didn't think there would actually be a new kid! A new kid in Sunset High School was almost unheard of. Something that almost never happened. Everyone would be falling all over him, no matter how cute or ugly he was. And that meant everyone would be over at my table for 1st period. People would expect me to maybe talk to him, make him seem welcome here. He would be talking to me all period, wanting me to reply. But I wouldn't. I mean, I did have a notebook that I could write to him on, but that seemed unlikely.
Later, my third period teacher told the class the same thing, that a new student would be arriving tomorrow and he was going to sit in the desk right in front of mine (since I was in the back again). She looked right at me when she told the class to take a welcoming to him and show him around. I love all my teachers, and they loved me like they do all the kids, and they want me to talk again. The second half of my freshman year was when I decided that not talking was better than talking at all. It got me into less trouble. I had always been a little sassy when I did talk, and that got me a lot of bruises from my family. I was in the first half of my junior year now, and Destiny was in her senior year. I did her homework for her, since I had already taken her classes. The same teachers usually taught multiple grades and classes in this school since we were always short of teachers. Mrs. Cadwell, my third period teacher, also taught Biology, which I had in fact taken my freshman year. She had heard my voice, but now I had none.
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