Chapter 1

I sat there in her office just waiting watching the clock go by slowly as if my eyes were slowing down time.

Ten minutes. I've been in her office for ten minutes without a word said, only with her stare burning a hole through my scalp.

I crossed my legs, rolled my eyes, and turned the other way toward the window. It was better than staring at a clock that was never going to move.

" Allis", Mrs. Young scolded, "do you know you're here"?

" Allis", Mrs. Young repeated.

I turned my attention toward her. She had seemed to be leaning over her desk, keeping direct eye contact with me.

Poor colors she wore, but what was the use of wondering what she was thinking when she picked out her clothes. She didn't keep my attention, and this was a waste of my time.

" Teachers are worried about you don't you know that", she questioned, " you've changed not only grades but, clothes, and attitude. We've have had enough with you!"

" You're failing most of your classes, is there something happening at home?"

" No", I shouted!

" Then what, if you don't tell me right now I'm going to have to bring in your mother", she threaten.

There was a silence. At this point I didn't really care.

What could my mother do? Ground me? Lecture me until I fell asleep? She was to nice to do anything to me.

She then advanced toward the door lifting a small panel up, and moved her finger to the button that I've used before.

" Let Ms. Rose in", Mrs. Young commanded into the intercom.

A buzzing noise then came to me. I hear sounds of high-heals tapping against the tile floor.

My mother then walked into the room, and Mrs. Young directed my mother to a seat near me.

I soon got stiff, and it was beginning to be hard for me to breath. I didn't think it was a serious issue. Why did she have to bring my mom into this? Was it really that bad? It couldn't have.

They both then turned their attention toward me, as if I was the queen, and they were awaiting orders from me.

" Can you please tell us why, and how this all started", Mrs. Young asked?

Tears started welling up in my eyes, my mother then put her hand on my knee for reassurance. The tears slowly came down my cheek , and I brushed them away/

" It started when I was ugly…"

I then lost it, and began to cry.