Scarlett
I ran down the hall and shoved through the door. Crap. I'm late for History. I jogged over and sat in my seat. I glanced around and sighed happily. Mr. King isn't here.
"Ms. Solution that's a tardy." He said walking out of the supply closet, holding a handful of erasers. Crap. I forced a smile and pulled out my text books. Blake Sheldon poked my arm with his pencil from the seat behind me. I rolled my eyes and looked at him.
"Maybe you should look for a Solution to your problem." He flipped his brown hair and sat back. The class laughed at his stupid joke. I gritted my teeth and glared at Mr. King.
"Okay class tell me about what happened last month." He said. Tara Michel frowned from her seat on my left.
"I thought you were teaching history? Like in the past with no cell phones?" She said, twisting her bright red hair around her finger. Mr. King frowned. I raised my hand. He called on me.
"The battle of New York." I said.
"Very good. The battle of New York-" I cut him out and doodled on my note book. I know the battle of New York pretty well. I was there.
I always dread going home. I hate my mom's boyfriend, David Highsmith. I would take foster care over him. My real dad died in the army YEARS ago and the rest of his family shut us out and my mom was an only child and her parents died. I hate David more then I used to. He always acted nice when my mom was around and mean when she wasn't. He become evil until she died in the battle of New York. Crushed by rubble. I sat there and watched her bleed to death. She asked me to sing for her. I sang while my Mother Bled to death.
"Scarlett!" Mr. King yelled. I looked up and wiped tears from my eyes. He looked at me with pity.
"You may leave early." I didn't argue. I packed up my stuff and ran out of there. I rushed to the office and signed out.
"Where are you going sweety?" Asked the receptionist Mrs. King. I looked at her and she waved me out.
"Go before the principle sees you." She whispered.
"Thank you." I whispered running out of the building.
History is my third hour class so I have hours before David will expect me home. What did I do first? I went to the library. Yep, I'm a nerd. I hid in the fiction section and read for hours.
I checked my watch and almost screamed when I saw it was six thirty. And tomorrow's Saturday. He has all weekend.
I ran as fast as I could back home and paused in front of the door. Is this even worth it? Before I could think about running away David poked his head out and pulled me inside with an iron grip.
"Where have you been, Scar!" He asked, in his unnaturally soft voice. It always seem ironic that he calls me scar, since all of mine are in my mind.
"I-I-I-" I stuttered. He placed a finger on his lips and smiled, causing his green eyes to twinkle. I swallowed down my voice and focused on my secret. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into my room.
"Stay here until school. No food. No water. Use your bathroom if you need it, but do not leave your room under any circumstances. If there's a fire what do you do?"
"Stay here." I said fighting back tears.
"If there's a robber what do you do?"
"Stay here."
"Good." He said pulling the door closed and locking it. I melted to the ground and hugged my knees. How could I be so stupid? I unzipped my backpack, remembering the packed lunch Ms. King gave me when I came in late. I pulled open the floor board and shoved the food in it. I carefully set my water bottle for P.E. in there and placed the floor board over it.
I silently thanked the world that I had no homework. I pulled out my phone and plopped on my bed. It's and old one. I can only text, call and take pictures on it but that's all I need. I turned it on and and stared at the picture of my mother and I at the statue of liberty holding ice cream and making silly faces.
I got up and dropped my phone on the bed. I walked into the bathroom and sat on the counter. I let my tears stream down my face as I stared my refection. I look exactly like my mother. We have the same brown hair and eyes that can't decide if they want to be green or blue. The same almost big nose and Striking smile. The same not quite tall height and curvy body.
I wish it had been David. She would miss him, but she would get over it.
I hopped off the counter and walked back over to my bed. I set my phone on my nightstand and curled up in a ball under the blankets.
He turned off the heat in my room.
It's below zero and he turned off the heat. I turned on my flashlight stuck under the covers and tucked it in around me. Soon I was toasty and I turned it off and dropped it into my nightstand drawer. I snuggled into a ball and closed my eyes just as I heard him unlock the door and peek his head in to check to see if I was asleep. He closed the door and locked it. Well there you go. There's a day in the life of Scarlett Solution.