It was raining, and I stayed inside as I watched Lizzie the Lizard practice her soccer. She was getting muddy up to her knees. It might've been fun to try and play in it too. But the sound of the rain dripping was making me sleepy. And I laid down in Ms. Kimbell's bean bag chairs, and took a nap.
When I woke up the clouds were much darker, and I was wondering if practice was over. I looked out the window, and saw that everybody had left the field. I left Ms. Kimbell's room and went searching for Lizzie. After I looked around nearly everywhere, and still couldn't find her, I began to cry.
"Hey, you okay?" I spun around, and saw Lizzie's coach in the doorway. I sniffled, tears still in my throat. "I didn't think anyone else would be here, you're CL's sister aren't you?" I shrugged, "Who's CL?" My voice shook as I talked. "Lizzie, she's your sister?" I nodded. He sighed, "Everyone here has already left sport." I cried again, Lizzie left me here all alone.
He put a hand on my shoulder, and gave me a warm smile, "Come on I'll give you a ride home." He wiped my tears away, it made me feel a teeny bit better. The rain splashed the tires, as it thundered against the windows of the truck. I could barely see out the window, and it surprised me to know that Lizzie's coach could see. He stopped the car, and when I went to open the door I couldn't see my house.
"Where are we?" "Just outside the town." I shook my head, not knowing what he was talking about. "But I don't live here. I thought you knew where I lived?" He pretended he couldn't hear me. "Do you ever pretend to be a grown up?" I stared at him, then shrugged. "Sometimes." "Do you play husband and wife?" "I used to."
"Do you wanna play now?" "No, I need to get home." He brushed a hair from my face, he was scaring me. "It'll be alright. Come on, you can be a princess for a day." I didn't really know what he was talking about, but I nodded anyway.
When it was over, I hurt in places I shouldn't be. The teachers had told all of us in class to never let anyone touch us there, and if someone did to tell someone as soon as possible. But he had told me if I told anyone he would kill Smerek. And then me. Tears streamed my face as we pulled up in front of my house, the sun was shining now.
I felt nasty about myself. I felt like I had the cold. That same icky feeling was on me, the one where I wanted to pull the covers over my head, and stay there forever. The one where I wanted to fill the tub with nothing but potions and hot water. How are you supposed to tell someone when the other side is someone getting hurt? And me feeling sick each time I think about it?
I just wanted it to be over. I could forget it. I went up to my room, not noticed. Until I heard a knock on the door. I leaned against the staircase, and saw Lizzie's coach down there. He was smiling, and my family was smiling as if he were a hero and not a monster. He stayed for dinner, and was going to take Casey on a date. Even though I asked them not to. Don't they get it? "Hey Marti, don't you want to say hi to Scott before we leave?" I wanted to cry, the tears were in my heart. And I shook my head. As he looked at me, I said right to him, "I don't like Snott." And I never will again.