I watched as my sister danced merrily along the side walk. She was so excited. It was her first day of middle school, she probably considers herself a big shot now. I watched as she ran towards a group of girls who I assume where her friends. I sighed as she smiled and laugh joyously with them. I started my car and pulled out of the gas station across the street. I glanced back for one more look at my sister. To my surprise she was looking right at me. I froze for a moment, afraid of what she might do. After a few seconds I laughed at myself for being so silly. She wouldn't do anything, that I knew for sure. I mean, why would she. After all, she doesn't even remember me anymore. FLASHBACK "NO! You can't take them!" I ran towards the social worker, screaming and yelling. Tears pouring down my face. I tried to grab them. I may only be 7 year old but I wasn't giving up with out a fight. "They are MY siblings! You already took my parents! Why can't they stay with me and Tony!" By this point I had started hitting the lady in the back. Someone grabbed me from behind, holding me around the waist. I kicked and screamed, watching as they torn what little family I had left apart. My heart was pounding as the tears rolled down my face. The Social Worker got in her car. I knew this was it. This was the last time I would see them. I stared at the tail lights. No! This can't be happening! I sucked in a deep breath before I yelled, "SIERRAAAAA DAMIEN!!!!!" My capture finally released me. I knew chasing the car was pointless so instead I collapsed onto the ground. My legs were weak, my chest ached, I felt like someone had torn my heart into a million pieces and I couldn't bare it. I curled up on the ground, bawling my eyes out. My family....is gone.
UPDATE I arrived at the dreaded place they call high school. I sighed as I got out of my 2010 Ford pickup, grabbing my back pack as I shut the door. I walked into the building heading to my classroom. "Miss Smith, do you realize you are a half hour late?" Ms.
Ms. Fren glared at me as I entered the class room. Her old, saggy, dull eyes staring at me accusingly. I shrugged and headed to my seat. "What ever." I plopped down into my seat. "This class is just a damn babysitting room, seriously." Ms. Fren gasped. "MISS. SMITH!" I got up and started towards the door. "Yayaya. I'm going." I slammed the door and started towards the principles office. I didn't really care. Detention, suspension, didnt scare me. There are worse things then being stuck in this crappy ass school. ~sorry it's short n not good in tired will do better tomorrow~
Update "When are you going to learn! Do you not care? This is the fourth time this year you've been suspended! We have tried to give you a good life! The least you could do is try to stay outa trouble!" Jean's face was red with anger. I glared at her. "Try? Try?! You want me to TRY? I've been trying everyday of my life! Trying to move on. Trying to forget. You KNOW what I've been through. You KNOW how hard I've tried. But you know what? I'm tired of trying to make those pathetic teachers like me. Tired of trying to fit in. Tired of listening to YOU! All you are is a pathetic person! The only reason you took me was for the cash!" I was shouting at the top of my lungs at this point. CRACK I held my cheek staring at her. "You....you....you bitch!" I turned and ran to my room. I locked the door and slid to the floor. Tears spilled out of my eyes as I held my cheek. Flashback "You good for nothing Bitch!" I peeked around the corner in time to see my mother sink to the floor. A bright red hand print was visible on her cheek. "MOMMY!" I ran towards her only to get yanked back. An excruciating pain shot up my arm. "AHH." I looked at mom, tears of pain starting to form. "Leave her alone! She just a child!" She got up and started towards our attacker. The grip on my arm tightened, heightening the pain. "Daddy please...your hurting me!" I felt the hand release and sank to the ground, holding my injured arm against my chest. End of Flashback My hand went towards my arm. I could feel the ghost pain left behind...
Update Knock Knock I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling. Ignoring the knocking on the door. She's been knocking every five minutes for the past hour. "Kayli?" Jean knocked again, tentatively this time. "Kiyla? I'm sorry....I shouldn't have hit you....I...suppers ready. Come down when your ready." I listened to her footsteps as she walked away. As soon as she was a safe distance away I jumped out of bed. My jacket was laying on the dresser. I was already wearing my black, sequined halter top, paired with my ripped skinny jeans. I pulled on my black combat boot. Sliding on my jacket, I slowly opened m window. I took a deep breathe, inhaling the night air. I swung myself out the window and took off down the street. BEEP BEEP I turned around and saw Troy and Tiffany. "Hey Kiki." Tiffany leaned over Troy, trying to get a better view. "Heading to the Bricks?" I shrugged. "Supposed to be a party there, thought I'd swing by, have a beer or two." Troy laughed pointing to the back. "Get your ass in, we'll give you a ride." I opened the door to his Jeep and hopped in. I stared out the window. "Kiki?" Tiff turned sideways and looked at me. "You ok? Rough night at home?" I laughed sarcastically. "Rough night? Jean flipped when she found out I'm suspended. She frickin slapped me, then tried to apologize. She thinks I'm holed up in my room at the moment." Tiff laughed. "That old hag don't know shit." I laughed as we got out of the car and looked around. The music was up loud, I could feel the vibrations running through the ground. "I'm gunna find some booze. Be back later." I started weaving through the crowd. I was filling up a cup with whatever type of beer they had when I heard someone call me from behind. "Kiyla.......?"
Update "T...t...Tony?!?" I moved forward to give him a hug, only to be pushes back. I looked up at him. "What's wrong? We haven't seen each other in five years! Aren't I allowed to hug you? You are my brother..." Tony laughed. "Your brother? After what you did I don't think so." He glared, "You are the reason our family fell apart. You and your damn mouth." "Then why are you here! You don't even live here." I was trying hard to keep calm. My brother! Blaming me...of course I blamed myself but still. "I didn't know you did either. I'm on my way home from a road trip with..people. If I'd have know you were here I wouldn't have stopped. Your a bitch" With that he walked away. I stood there shocked. Before I knew it I was running back to the car. "KI!" I heard Troy but I didn't stop. The door was unlocked and I climbed in. I was curled into a ball crying my eyes out when Troy reached me. "Ki...what happened?" Troy had opened the door an was kneeling on the ground. I looked into is bright eyes. And sniffled, "my..brother...disowned me and called me a bitch." I started bawling all over again. Troy put an arm around me, rubbing my back. "Where's the bastard at." "Troy don't!" He stood up. "I'm gunna find the bastard and figure out why the hell he would do that." He leaned toward me, staring in my eyes. "Your not a bitch." He kissed me and ran off. I say there touching my lips. Troy had never kissed me before...