3 A strange stranger (1/2)
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My head hangs lower than it has my whole life this very moment. How can she do this to me? She is my only sister. All I ever wanted was to be like her. She used be my hero but now she was my villain. Her constant teasing never went this far. The tears are building, not yet fallen.
I feel something wet slide over my hair and down my face. Milk is dumped over my head by my sister's laughing best friend Josie. Even still I don't move. The numbness I feel still prevents my limbs from acting.
Drowning out the laughing and ”piggy” name calling along with all other noise I take a moment to just look around. Teachers are trying to clear the laughing students away from the scene. Simon is being held down by two jocks. His face is filled with concern and anger while he thrashes around trying to break their hold. I offer him a small smile loving that at least one person cares.
My sister on the other hand smiles triumphantly at me snapping more pictures. Jace snatches the camera from her and whispers something fiercely in her ear. Her smile drops and her eyes hardened. I wanted for some reason to know what he said but the question barely has time to form when a tomato smacks me in the face. I look to see where it came from but the source is unknown as more food is thrown at me.
Why me? Please I just wish I knew what I ever did to deserve such cruelty? Tears roll down my cheeks; when they started I don't know. The strong arms of the football coach gently lift me from the ground. The coach softly removes the fake ears and nose. I'm too weak to stop him from helping.
I make the mistake at meeting eyes with Jace and when I see the pity swirling in the depth of his hazel pools my resolve breaks. My hearts shudders. How dare he pity me when he probably played a part in this horrible prank? That's it! This is the finally straw. They win! They broke me I'm done! I don't want this life anymore. I can't take it any longer. The suffering is just not bearable
I angrily rip my arms away from the coach and sprint out the cafe covered in everything served for lunch today. I run to the public bus stop and jump on right before the door closes. After I pay my fare I sit in the back corner and cry. Thank god only a few people are on the bus today and they are all up front because my sobs are anything but quite.
I cry harder thinking back over the last few years and all the things Kim has done to me. Sure she is mean and conceited but for the most part all of our big fights were in the safety of our home. This was an all-new low for her. I never expected her to take her hatred of me this far. The sick feeling coupled with hurt and embarrassment tears at my heart. There is no way I can go back. What would she do next? If she was willing to go this far then there is no telling what she's capable of?
My tears slow down when I try to form some plan. It's then that I discovered the bus has stopped. Weakly I stand and exit the bus realizing the last stop is the train station. Huh, maybe this is a sign that running away is the best thing for me. I try to think of the people who would miss me or possibly search for me and the only image I get is Simon and my mom.
Two people? That's all I have who actually care about me, how pathetic. My own father doesn't even acknowledge my existence. No, all he has ever cared about was his first born baby girl. I snort out loud at the ridiculous of his thinking seeing as I'm the youngest and technically the baby girl.
Entering the station a heavy set older dark skinned woman sits behind the counter. When I walk up to her she smiles warmly before greeting me.
”Hello sweetheart. How can I help you?” she asks politely. I scrunch up my face because I have no idea how she can help me. I left all my things at school; my bag, wallet and id. Oh my goodness! I'm such an idiot how can I run away without any money. Reaching into my pocket I pull of the fifteen dollars left over from the twenty I used today for lunch. Great, just great where the hell can I go for fifteen freaking dollars?
Tears spring from my eyes before I can stop them. Everyone was right I'm so pathetic and worthless. A real fat loser indeed
”Oh honey, don't cry” the woman that was behind the counter is now rubbing small circles on my back in a warm embrace. It only serves to make me cry harder and feel even more useless