Joe & frank looked at me the moment I walked into the cafeteria. They had never seen anyone quite like me before. I had on my black cowboy boots, black pants, black t-shirt, & a black cowboy hat on. My black backpack hung from my shoulder & I had muscles. People stared at me, but the shock wore off quickly when they saw 2 police officers come in after me.
"Looks like she's been in jail," Chet said.
"Or those officers are her bodyguards," Joe implicated.
When the officers saw the Hardy's, they pushed me toward them. When we came into view of the Hardy's & their friends, they saw the many scars that I had on my arms & neck. We stopped in front of their table & one of the officers spoke up.
"This is Cory Lynn Walker. Her father is Texas Ranger Cordell Walker & her mother is A.D.A Alex Cahill Walker. She was sent up here to stay out of the hospital. We need someone to look out for her…" he never finished the sentence.
"I can talk for myself, Dawson. I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm not 8-years-old anymore & I haven't been in the goddamn hospital for almost three months, so get over yourself," I interrupted. I turned toward the Hardy's & their friends, "They just think because they have been my bodyguards my whole life that they can talk for me. It's not as bad as you think."
"Wanna sit with us & tell us why everyone is always hovering over you like right now?" Iola asked.
"Sure. Love to. Dawson, Torrly see ya'll later. I can fend for myself, you know I can, so get over yourselves," I told the officers.