THE CHANGE
I startled as the bell rang, announcing with its shrill scream that school was over. I may or may not have fallen asleep. But in my defense, Ms. Remosis was simply boring when she droned on and on about whatever the fuck she talks about in 6th period biology. I honestly think it sounds like another language. I put my stuff away and left the class, becoming lost in my daydreams like I often do, when I crashed into a rock. Or a tree.
"Watch where you're going!" Mr. Rock (or tree) growled. "s-sorry" I stammered as I scrambled to get up. "Klutz" Rebecca Walton hissed as she walked by, giving me a kick to the back that sent me tumbling back to the floor. The boy I had run into snickered as he stood over me, as if his height wasn't imposing enough, he stayed there, tapping his foot, and waiting for me to get up. He probably wanted push me down again or something. I quickly got up and mumbled another apology, "sorry, it was my fault. "I hoped he would let it rest- he didn't.
"Yes, it was" he agreed. I glanced at his face to read his expression, and our eyes met, my green meeting his sweet honey brown. His features twisted from anger to something I couldn't quite name. Lust? I doubted it, I was anything but pretty. I had long blonde hair that reached my elbows, but it was full of icky split ends. I wore glasses and though I had a nice light and creamy complexion, most of it was marked with bruises from my brother and tormenters at school.
"My imprint," he whispered as he stared at me. He moved closer and I turned and ran, I didn't have time for this shit. I ran all the way home, and when I got there I sprinted into my room laid on my bed and cried.
"What's with you?" Daniel asked as he came into my room two hours later. He closed the door and locked it. "Did you get your period?"
"No" I answered in disgust.
He came closer to me and grinned. Then he ran his hand over the side of my face. His other hand moved and squeezed my left breast hard. I shrieked and recoiled. He slapped me across the face. "You will learn to behave" he hissed at me, smirking as he left.
The next day at school, I went expecting the worse. But other than the usual jeering, I was left alone. Nobody noticed the large bruise set across my face. It was shaping to be a swell day until I saw him again. Mr. Rock. He bounded up toward me and said, "Hey, I'm Paul. I was wondering you could tell me what your name was?"
"I'm Violet," I stated, glancing at him strangely as he repeated my name like some sort of chant.
"do you- why are you hurt!" he screamed, pointing at my hurt cheek.
sorry it was short and bad. The next chapter will be better- I promise!