Chapter 1:: It all continuesA Chapter by Ori Pori
She's in school, and she gets beaten again. She rides down her street on her bike only to encounter something she desirably hates, what or whom is it?
“Pow, right in the kisser!” someone screamed while someone’s fist slammed against my face. It hurt, horribly, but I didn’t do anything about it. All I could do was ignore it, and let the smacks, punches, and kicks continue.
My blue eyes laid no emotion, they were blank and empty. What do you expect to be there? I was getting beaten at school, the teachers walking by taking no notice. I had no friends, I had no one to talk to, and all I could do is sit there.
I’ve never had any friends, and I know I never will. These are times where I wish I was back in Canada, where snow slowly fell once in a while. It was peaceful, too. My neighborhood held neither violence nor any rude words. I wish I was back there.
Another punch swung across my face, my head swinging towards the right due to the impact.
“Come on, Rachel, do something!” the boy who was beating me mocked, “You p***y.”
I looked up at him with my empty eyes, and just shrugged. I said nothing; I never did. All I wanted to do was go home and cry, like I always do when I get home from school.
“Screw it, she won’t do nothin’. She’s just a big ol’ pussyass,” he spoke once more, hoping that it would irritate me. Although, to his dismay, all I did was stare up at him and shrug.
My blue eyes didn’t leave his “crew” at all. All I did was sit there and watch them snicker and walk off. I sat there for a few more moments before getting up myself, grabbing my books that fell upon the floor.
I was oblivious to the world here, except to the “crew”. They just thought I would be lovely to play “voodoo doll” on. Sometimes they stab me with needles, but I still make no noise. I sometimes wish I did, because maybe they would leave me alone then. Although, I keep having a nagging feeling that they never will, and that would make it worse.
I let a sigh escape through my coarse lips, letting myself stand there for a few moments, letting my left hand rub the side of my cheek. Man, that time it really did hurt. I wonder what Dad is going to say about this or do. He will probably just drink again and ignore it like always. It’s almost as if he didn’t care, yet, he still called me his little princess.
I didn’t care right now; I just wanted to get out of this damned school.
I sighed softly, and went to my locker, ignoring the sound of the school bell. It was just alarming me that I should be in homeroom right now, but I didn’t care. I was going to get out of this school, and try not to get beaten by the Alley Boys--which probably won’t be possible.
I felt the little knob on my locker, trying to remember my combination. I licked my upper lip, still trying to remember, just letting my hand spin it right and left.
“F**k it,” I muttered under my breath, and just plopped my books right there on the floor. I grabbed my notebook, which had a torn cover, but you still could make out the words, “Keep out,” on the cover. I grabbed my silver mechanical pencil off of the floor, and slid it in my right jean pocket. I’ll probably end up writing in my notebook journal later on. Not like it mattered.
I started to walk down the hall, passing a few teachers, who seemed to take no notice of me. I found it funny, and quite pleasing. Ever since I moved here, I started to like being isolated from every other single being. With that thought, I couldn’t help but smirk.
I slammed the doors of the school open, ignoring the bang. It didn’t matter; no one would notice my leave anyways.
I walked over towards the bike rack, getting the key which was upon a necklace, which was wrapped around my neck. I took the necklace off, and unhooked my bike from the bike rack.
I placed my notebook in the basket that was in front of me. I didn’t care how childish it looked; it was the only thing I had. Without this bike, I wouldn’t be able to get to school and/or home. We didn’t have any buses out here.
I sighed softly to myself before looking back at the small building that was my school. I wanted to go back in, but I feared all the people that were in there. I was even scared of the teachers.
I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the wind blow against my form before I pedaled away to my house. I was going through a bumpy road, but it wasn’t that bad, because it soon went smoothly, going on black pavement that was just put in.
I couldn’t help but enjoy the ride; it felt so nice to actually be out again. I loved it. I savored it. If only I could do this every day, that would complete my life.
My thoughts were interrupted with the bike flipping forward, sending me flying on the ground. My face slammed and ran in the smooth pavement, my bike flipped upon my now sore back. What just happened? There weren’t any rocks out there, and I was paying attention. It felt like someone pushed me instead, but then again, I didn’t see anyone in my way, nor did I see anyone down this road…
I slowly rose to my hands and knees, letting my right hand rub the top of my head, only to feel something… it was, well, a kind of warm liquid. Then, I looked at the ground, there was red droplets falling upon it, and when I looked at the strand of my used to be blond hair, I saw dark red tips. That only meant one thing, my head was bleeding.
I groaned to myself, and positioned myself to sit down, only to have my blue eyes widen in fear, my heart stopping then pounding quickly, and my body starting to shake. There stood the one thing I feared the most...
© 2011 Ori Pori
Happy Trail, MO
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