Five

Chapter five
It’s Monday again- every sixteen year old in the world has less than 40 days to choose their future.
I see so many confused faces in the hallways; they don’t know what to choose.
I can’t help but smile when I see a scene like that. 
If they could read minds and see that I already know what I’m going to choose, they will say I’m confused, stupid more than less. But if only they could see the pain I suffer they might agree. 

‘Why are you grinning like an idiot’

I turn and see snotty Molly standing there in her silk pink dress and matching bow. 

‘Because it’s a funny scene’

She looks at the place I was staring at. I can almost see her brain tick away. 

‘What’s so funny about that?’ she flickers her eyes between me and scene. 

‘They’re all confused’

‘aren’t you?’ 

I shake my head. 

‘You’re weird. We should start calling you weird frigid girl’ she laughs. 

I hate her laugh.
My clenched fist hits her face, I don’t remember deciding to punch Molly, but I am glad I did. Before I can cause her anymore pain I’m being pulled out into another hallway.
I turn and see Tom. 

‘Why did you stop me from hitting her again?’

‘Because, violence is never the answer’

I wish someone would tell my father that. 

‘You should me thanking me’ he has a smug smile on his face as he leans against the cream wall. 
‘Why?’

‘Molly has taken boxing since she was 10’

‘Oh; well- thanks’ I say no emotion behind my words. 

I don’t care how long she’s been fighting for, I still want to cause her pain and misery like I have to live in every day. 

‘By the way, if you wanted to actually hurt her, should of punched her in the stomach’

‘why?’ I ask.

He leans in and lowers his mouth to my ear. 

‘Everyone has a weak spot’ he pulls away and leaves.

I catch my breath again before going back to the room I was just in. As soon as I enter it goes quiet.
Molly is in the far corner with an icepack on her face.
The matching pink bow, fallen loose.