Who Was She?
Chap 2
A/n: Here we go!!!! Outta control!!!!! Like my bumper car!!!! That was hilarious!!!!
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Tiffany Brown's fist goes into my eye again.
"Your Ma's dead!" she chants over and over.
I don't move, knowing it as pointless. Her cronies stand beside her laughing at my battered face. She stops looking for reaction.
"This is for being emotionless!" Her hand comes down on my cheek.
I touch it, there's blood.
"Tiffany Brown! Charlotte Cruz! Report to the headmistress' office." Ms. Conners barks her grey eyes darting from Tiffany's innocent face to mine, covered in blood.
I look un-decidedly at Tiffany her face looks set. I walk slowly off to the main building of the school. She pushes past me; her hands are in tight fists. She doesn't look like a tough girl from the back, her black hair trailing behind her like a tail and a slim figure, but her face has a scar down the left cheek, caused by Tasha.
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I sit in a seat by the headmistress' office. There is only me, Tiffany and Mrs. Roberts sitting there. Mrs. Roberts is just as scared of Tiffany as I am and is looking really edgy. She passes me a tissue so I can clean up the blood, but it doesn't make me feel any better. My birthday was three days ago, but I still don't feel any different than I did when I was fourteen. I still feel like an outcast. I've read a lot of Mom's diaries, they've helped me understand. She met Pierre outside a shop where she jumped him when he put his number in her bag. They help me understand how close she was to him, Logan and Dad. She wasn't close to Dad when she died, she hated him. I want to know more. I need to know more. There aren't opinions on her in the diaries, just her point of view, what happened to her, bit that's not what I need to know. I need to know about her as a person, her dying minutes, and her dying days. They only go up to Christmas, Logan knows all about her, but he won't talk, he won't even acknowledge the thoughts.
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Mrs. Keen, the headmistress, is calling us in now. Upon seeing my bloody tissue she shakes her head.
"Fighting again Miss Cruz? Hmm?" she rolls her eyes behind the thick lenses of her glasses.
"She attacked me, Miss." Tiffany spoke from behind me, her own eyes shining with innocence.
"And somehow she came off worse than you, Miss Brown. I doubt that." Mrs. Keen coughed to clear her throat, "Just look at those bruises, and that cut. Your nails must have sunk deep into her that time. But you, not even a new scratch."
Tiffany scowls defeated.
"As a punishment, how does another week's exclusion sound hmm?" Mrs. Keen is already printing out the letter for Tiffany's parents, "Mrs. Roberts? Will you ring Mr. and Mrs. Brown and tell them Tiffany's on another exclusion?"
Mrs. Roberts face broke into a smile as she nodded. Taking Tiffany by the arm she walked out.
"Now, Charlotte, I'm afraid we'll have to send you home too. School policy as you know." Mrs. Keen continued.
My eyes immediately drop to my feet. I can't go home, Logan mustn't know, he's working from home today. Lola's there too, and Tasha. Thanks Tiffany, you pick this day to get caught beating me up.
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I hide in my room for the remainder of the day, I can't take the questions. I even barricaded the door, so they can't get in. my tekemate sits flashing on my bed and I sit on my rug by the window. My tekemate keeps flashing and playing that annoying cornflake jingle, which I only got to fit in at PCA and can't be assed changing now. The flashing and music continues into the night, before I know it, it's dark outside and I'm asleep on the rug.
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I dream about Mom, how I imagine her to have been.
She smiles at me, her hazel eyes glistening happily, her caramel curls bouncing on her shoulders. Logan is there too, he's happy, I've never seen him truly happy, not even when his Brianna and Ali were born. Tasha's there, looking like Mom's mini-me, but with blue eyes. I can pretend for one or two minutes that this is reality and not the hell-hole that really is.
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I wake with a start as a different song starts to play on my tekemate; I gave that song to one person and one person only. I snatch up the tekemate and sure enough their flashes Ayesha's name. I open the text quickly; Ayesha rarely speaks to me, let alone texts, nowadays. We used to be best friends, and then she became friends with Karen, another girl who beats me up.
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Hey C,
K is totally pied that Tiffany beat u up nd not her!!!!!
How'd Logan take it neway, coz we knw u gt sent home 2day???
K!!! xx
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That bitch! She doesn't really care; she just wants the gossip first. I'm tired anyway, that sleep wasn't refreshing at all.
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In the morning the house seems quiet, too quiet. There are not even the screaming objections of Ali or the out of tune singing of Brianna. I pull back my barricade and open the door. Not even checking in the bedrooms I hurry down the stairs. There's no-one in the living room, the kitchen or the 'adult' room. I go back up the stairs, they're not there either. I don't know what to do, I don't know where they are.
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