I watched as the water glistened off the driveway out of my room's window. It was super sunny today from the rain storm last night. I stepped away from the window as I went to get my things for school. It's my last year of high school and I wanted to get out of there super fast. I hated school. It was filled with stupid, and ignorant people. I grabbed my stuff before headed down to the front door to wait for Samantha.
"Mar, can you and Samantha come here for a second?" My mother, Clarissa, rang from the kitchen. I yelled back an agreement and waited for Samantha to get her slow ass down here. I looked up the staircase and rolled my eyes. I was the usually the slow one to get down here but apparently Samantha took on that role today. When she finally came down after ten minutes, I shook my head. "Sam! Marlene!"
"We're coming!" I yelled, hastily. I walked into the kitchen to see my mother, and my aunt leaning on the island. I looked over to Samantha, who was placing her red-sh brown hair into a messy bun on her head. I sighed before looking at my mother, who had a scared expression. This probably meant they got a chase somewhere. "You got a chase, and you need us to stay here?"
"No, yes. Sorta." My mother deeply sighed looking down at the counter. Samantha nudged me on my side making me look at her. She raised her eyebrows basically asking me what was going on. I shrugged at her, and turned my attention to the two women in front of me. My aunt, Vanessa, sighed and nodded her head at my mom. "Marlene, Sam. Your mother, and I have to go into hiding. We don't want to leave, but we have to. We've killed someone important, and now they're after us. We've called your fathers to come care for you."
"What?" Samantha yelled at them as I stood there, shocked. What did they mean they have to leave? Tons of thoughts came into my head. Couldn't they take us with them? I sighed as I knew I could never argue with them. They wouldn't let me either. I tapped my foot on the ground as I looked at them. There was no way to get them to stay, or us to go with them. "Couldn't you at least bring us with you? I mean, we could be in danger here!"
"That's why we called your fathers. We're going to be telling them who you are, and what they need to do to keep you safe." My mother said softly to us. This whole hunting the supernatural thing was giving me a headache and makes me want to kill myself. There was no way of changing their minds, and that's what scared me. I looked around my house to distract me from this whole deal. "We can't bring you. You'd be in so much danger than you already are. We don't know how long we will be but we will be back, don't you worry."
"Let's go to school, Sammy." I sighed before leaving the kitchen. I couldn't look at them anymore. I couldn't cry in front of anyone. I sucked up my feelings and headed out the door. This whole thing was surreal. I was going to meet my father, and my mom goes into hiding. What else could go wrong? I looked over to see Sam basically fuming. "Let it go, Sam. They won't let us agrue, or go with them so just don't even."
"So, you just want them to go and leave?" She sneered at me and grabbed my arm to turn me around to face her. I sternly looked her in the eyes. She was about three or five inches taller than me, which sucked ass. I gulped to keep the tears in.
"No, I don't but whatever we say, or do won't change anything. Sooner you learn that, sooner you'll get over it." I turned back to my path to school, leaving Sam in my dust.
It was lunch time, and I was sitting alone like always. I looked around for Samantha, who usually sat with me but she probably doesn't want to sit with me today. I sighed as I couldn't enjoy the pie I got from the lunch line. I pushed the tray away from me. I ran my hair threw my dirty blonde hair. How could they just leave like that? I understood but why couldn't they tell us last night, or earlier? I wiped my mouth.
"Oh, look it's one of the freaks." Melinda, the queen bitch, laughed with her four minions. She was like the opposite of a barbie doll. Blonde hair, skinny figure, and all designer brands. I would usually not retort back to her but since I was having a horrible morning. I had to do something. I flew up from my seat. "Whoa, there. Watch out everybody she might pull a gun on us."
"How about you shut the fuck up?"I retorted with a i'm-not-in-the-mood-for-your-shit face. Melinda was taken back from my outburst. She never expects me to stand up for myself since I don't pay attention to her, and her 'insults'. Melinda starts to laugh, and her minions do the same. I rolled my eyes at them. They were like robots that follow Melinda everywhere. "How about you take you and your robots out of here before I punch you in the face?"
"Yeah and get into trouble? You wouldn't dar-" She didn't get the chance to finish her sentence when my fist connected to her face. I don't say things and don't carry them out. I groaned as I shook my hand off. Her face was like a rock with spikes on it. Her robots screamed and ran off to get a teacher or something. Melinda looked up at me with her hand on her face. "You will pay for this, Winchester."
"Good." I rolled my eyes at her. I wasn't afraid to get into trouble, I would see my mother one last time before she leaves until whenever. I saw a Mr. Bass come into the cafeteria with a nurse. Mr. Bass was the principal of the school. He pointed to me, and waved me over. I rolled my eyes at he told me to follow him. "I guess I'm suspended, right?"
"That's right, and I'm going to call your parents to come pick you up." I already knew that was going to happen. It wasn't a big shocker to me. I've been through worse, really. I saw Samantha making a beeline to me. I sighed when she bombarded me with questions of what happened. "I punched Melinda in the face, and now I'm getting suspended."
"Great, Mar. Just great." Sam scolded me like she always do when I get into trouble. I rolled my eyes again as we were now in the office. The lights were super bright in the office almost blinding. Mr. Bass told me to sit down while he called my parent/s. I huffed as I sat down and crossed my right over my left. "Was this your plan to see Mom one last time?"
I didn't give her an answer, I just looked at the wall. I wasn't the kind of person to talk about my feelings, or say anything about that subject. Samantha sighed beside me, and patted me on the back. She loved to comfort people, and where I sucked at it. "Marlene, you need to open up to me, or someone. You can't just keep this stuff to yourself and drive yourself crazy."
"And what, Sam? I'll tell you my feelings just for you to laugh, and think that I'm weak?" I snapped at her. "Just save it, will you?"
"Winchester! Come into my office, please. Mary, can you send Mr. Winchester in my office when he gets here, Thank you." Mr. Bass called for me. Mr. Winchester? My dad was coming to pick me up from this? Oh, great. What a great first impression. I really do need a pat on a back for a good first impressions. I really do. I walked into his well made, shiny cleaned office. I sat down on one of the brown leather chairs. "Your father will be here in a few, and we'll talk about what happened."
"Yeah, yeah." I rolled my eyes as I looked around his office. The walls were filled with papers about awards, and stuff with a flag of whatever country that came from. I heard the door open and close. It was probably my father. I didn't look at him, I just looked at Mr. Bass with a glare.
"Hello, you must be her father, Mr. Winchester. I'm Mr. Bass, the principal of the whole school." Like he didn't know that already, I rolled my eyes. I saw them shake hands. My father sat down on the other chair next to mine on the left. I still didn't look at him. Mr. Bass moved his chair, and fixed his tux. "So, Marlene. Tell me how this ordeal went down."
"I pushed my gross pie out of my way, which was sad because pie is super delicious but it was horrible. It's very sad to eat a bad pie. It was shameful. Anyways, Barbie and her robots came to my table and laughed, calling me a freak. Once I got up, she laughed even more saying and I quote 'Watch out everybody, she might pull a gun on us' and thats when I told her that I will punch her in the face, and she told me I wouldn't and I did. End of story."
"Do you have access to a gun, Winchester?" Mr. Bass raised an eyebrow at me. I rolled my eyes. Of course, I did but I wasn't going to tell him I had one in my backpack right now.
"No." I scoffed at him.
"Then why would they say that, hmm?" He questioned me and I wanted to punch him in the face. I groaned at everything that was happening today. This was probably the worst day of my life.
"What is this? A third degree? I didn't threaten anyone with a gun, so i don't understand why you're asking these types of fucking questions. Like I said, she made fun of me, and I stood up for myself. Just give me my damn suspension and I'll be out of your hair, got it?" I yelled at him, fuming. I wasn't going to sit here, and get questioned for punching someone in the face. I slumped back down into my chair and gave him a stern look.
"Can we just get her punishment and leave? I think that would be great, don't you think?" My father's voice spoke. I looked at him, and went wide eyed. We were like mirrored image of each other. It was fucking creepy. I looked at Mr. Bass, who looked passive. Mr. Bass told us I would be out for a week, and that we could leave.
"Bless the lord." I saluted him, and left the damn office with my backpack. The only thing i had to worry about now was the man behind me.