The Demented Story of Kiari
Kiari, a girl that was always misunderstood, pushed around and has been made fun of all her life. Now when something great finally comes her way, it vanishes not to be seen for years. This is Kiari's demented story.
I woke up to the annoying sound of my alarm clock. Angry, I punched the 'stop' button; I didn't want to go to school!
'You know, Kiari, if you actually had friends, you might like school better!' I started thinking. 'But you're too shy, ugly, quiet, and dumb! Kiari, you're a disgrace! Worthless! Why are you even put on this earth?!' Every day was like this, I was always criticizing myself. Though maybe everything would have been better if I had tried to be a little less of a self-critic and more of a lover of life I wouldn't criticize myself as much.
I kept on criticizing myself as I brushed my teeth, washed my face, got dressed, and brushed my hair. My hair is one of the weirdest things about me, my hair is straight and naturally black with purple streaks. The only "normal" aspect of me is my pale skin.
"Kiari! You're going to be late!" I heard my mom call from downstairs.
"I'll be down soon!" I screamed back, probably a little louder than needed. I looked at myself one last time in the mirror. My hair was about mid-back, I was wearing a striped purple and black hoodie, jeans, and dark purple converse. Make-up wise, I had on eye liner that was about a fourth of a centimeter thick around my dark, blue eyes.
As I jolted down stairs I grabbed my plain black backpack and began my half a mile walk to school. I wholeheartedly told my parents a "good-bye." It's the least I can do, after all, they have to deal with me.
When I finally made it to school, I was welcomed by my nemesis, my enemy, my personal demon, Chiyoko. She had dark brown hair, usually put up in a girlie side pony-tail. She was wearing a light pink dress that was a bit above her knees and was frilly at the ends with hot pink leggings. Everyone loves her and hates me, but she found a balance; Chiyoko loves to hate me.
"Look what the cat dragged in" Chiyoko said once she noticed me. The hand at my side soon became a fist. I would love to hit her, but it made no difference, no matter what she did she never got caught and whenever I did something back nobody believed me. "What, don't want to talk? Cat got your tongue?"
I glared daggers at Chiyoko, trying my hardest to avoid conflict.
"Not going to fight back? No wonder you never win," Chiyoko said, knowing what makes me angry. She always beat me at everything, whether it was a sport or a quiz, she was always number one… I HATE IT! "You're always going to be second best, you know that, right, Kiari? No matter what you do you'll always be second to me, you hear little emo?"
I usually would've left by now, but no one was allowed in the school yet; no matter where I would go, she would follow. She was so persistent it was almost impossible to shake her off! Now, I could feel the anger rushing throughout my body, the adrenaline rising. I just tried walking away, just one last time, though this time, she took my arm and spun me around, forcing me to look at her (ugly!) face.
"Let. Me. Go." I mumbled between my clenched teeth. I couldn't take this, too much rage in my system.
"What are you going to do? Beat me up? PLEASE! Don't make me laugh!" Chiyoko said in a sarcastic manner, her 'posse' then coming up to her. "I'm not afraid of you, you stupid, black-eyed 'EMO'!"
All of a sudden, her 'posse' started chanting "emo!" Before I knew it, everyone around me was chanting the one-syllable word that seemed to make such an impact. I looked at Chiyoko to find a smug smile painted across her face… I couldn't take it anymore.
I used my anger and rage and formed it into strength, using it to punch her right in the nose. I was blinded by hatred for a moment, just to open my eyes and see a deep red liquid trickle down Chiyoko's nose. She had a shocked expression for a moment, grinned evilly, and then cried alligator tears.
"Look what she did! Get a teacher! Someone please!" Chiyoko said, still fake crying. That's all she ever did, faked, pretended, and acted like her life is so miserable because of me.
"Stop pretending! You're not really hurt! You just want me to get in trouble!" I screamed. "You're such a dramatic, retarded actress that doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut!"
"She's a monster!" one of the girls in Chiyoko's 'posse' yelled. I was about to lose it again when a teacher came over and went straight to Chiyoko.
"Are you okay?" the teacher asked. This teacher was Mrs. Applebalm. She was one of our newer teachers and was probably the only teacher that believed me but, this time was different. I had never gone as far as to make Chiyoko bleed but, again, this time was different.
"No" Chiyoko answered, pretending some more. She was such an actress, and with her fake crying, she almost always got what she wanted.
"Who did this to you?"
Everyone glared at me, no words had to be spoken.
"She started it!" I screamed, still upset.
"I can't believe you! Go to the office now!" Mrs. Applebalm yelled, and then went back to the overly-dramatic bitch herself. I just stormed to the office, there's nothing I could say to change anything. There were no sides when you were up against Chiyoko; it was either her way or no way.
I got to the office, and all of the staff working there was staring at me. 'Maybe I really am a monster…' I thought to myself as I sat down on the uncomfortable, green couch and put my hands on my head, leaning forward. This didn't happen very often; usually I could hold it in for longer, but when a lot of people are making fun of you all at once, you tend to lose it. I mean why are they always making fun of me for how I look? For crying out loud look at the way those damn, girlie preps dress!
I saw Chiyoko pass the office to go the nurse a few moments after. She glanced my way, smirked at me, and then went back to being "sad". The principal soon showed up and directed me to his small, hate-filled office.
"Okay, Kiari, what did you do this time?" he asked, knowing he will probably see me again. Seeing me miserable seems to be scheduled for every three months.
"I punched Chiyoko…" I said, looking down at my shoes.
"You can't keep on doing this, Kiari! Why do you get into fights with her all the time?!" He asked raising his voice.
"She's always making fun of me, and this time, she got the whole school making fun of me, and-"
"Don't tell me that crap, Kiari!" The principal said, almost in a scream. I thought principals were supposed to be fair and nice! "Chiyoko is a wonderful student and the nicest person around! She would never do what you're telling me!"
"I'm telling you the truth!"
"We all know you're a liar! Chiyoko wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Why are you always on her side?!"
"Because she's always the victim! And you're the one bullying other people!" he stated. If only he knew the truth, which seems to be handed to him on a silver platter, but he's too oblivious to understand!
"But—"I tried to tell him the truth.
"You're suspended! Starting today!" He said. My mouth dropped.
"I didn't do anything!"
"You punched one of the best students in the school!"
"But—!" I tried again. 'You stupid gay ass-wipe! Why don't you listen to someone for a change?'
"Leave, and don't come back until next week!" The principal said, and made me leave. He pushed me through the doors. I didn't know how he got hired! He's so mean, especially to me! He gives "little miss perfect", Chiyoko an easier time!
"You know what? I'm tired of always being the victim so here's to you principal ass-wipe!" I said turning around and smacking my butt, "Kiss my ass!!!" I yelled. I may be shy, but when it comes to cursing people out that was my area. Sometimes on days like these I wish I had a gun… and maybe some chocolate.
On my way out, I heard Principal Ass-Wipe say something, something that sounded a little like "security." About two seconds later, I felt broad arms wrap around my own arms. Before I could comprehend what was happening, I was pulled up from the ground and flung out the front door. Lucky for me, my hands took most of the blow. Unlucky for me, my hands hurt like hell after a few seconds. "The least you could do is give me my backpack!" I yelled at them.
They gave me my backpack in a very sensible way--they threw it, most of my things spilling in front of me. "Thanks a bunch! I love you all!" I sarcastically yelled at their unamused face.
As I walked back to my house, I decided that I didn't want to explain things to my parents while I was still upset. 'Where should I go then?" I pondered to myself as I walked past the forest. I took a step back and looked into the tree arch that lead to a wonderful place—a place where there are no Chiyokos, no nasty principals, no parents, and most of all, no worries. As I strode down the paved pathway, I thought of the sweetest thing that has ever been thought of; revenge.
I walked past many trees before I got to my favorite part of the forest; the creek. I placed my hand in the freezing cold water and felt as if I could live here, in an isolated place where no one could make judgments, and no one would stereotype me, or accuse me of lying when I seem to be telling the truth for once in my life.
'If only I didn't have to go home and explain things to my parents' I thought as I took of my converse, socks, and dipped my foot in the cold water. 'Especially the part about cursing out my principal' I laughed slightly and stuck my skinned hands into the soothing waters.
An hour passed and I decided to take my leave. 'Ten minutes, Kiari, ten minutes until you have to explain everything to your parents,' I told myself mentally, even though I don't really have to worry. My parents are amazing, never accused me of anything they know I would never do. While the rest of my class complained about how their parents are so old and boring, (and in most cases, not all, how unfair they are for taking away their cell phone, or grounding them for a weekend) I was thinking about how my parents did so much for me and continue to love me.
Deep in thought, I almost missed the stench of burning wood. I looked up in the sky, where grey smoke polluted the light blue sky. 'I guess someone is using the fireplace... in the middle of spring. Or maybe someone is burning something on the grill?' I wondered, still walking a normal pace to my house.
I finally get to my house, and I can't believe my eyes. My mouth opens wide and my innocent eyes fill with tears. Soon enough, my knees grow weak and can no longer hold the rest of my body up.
A scream was heard throughout my neighborhood, but it took me a little time to realize… that scream was my own.