Chapter Two
Still freshman year.
So it's been about 1 semester already? Holy crap!
Here's my latest report card:
Literature: C-
Science: D-
Math: F-
History: U
And all of the teachers put the same exact note:
FOCUS! Do we need to have yet ANOTHER parent/teacher conference? Stop zoning out!!!
My parents weren't really happy over it either… my mother had a murderer's look in her eyes. My father, oh God, my father.
He's a drunk, my mother, my sister, and I have run from him so many times! He's never made life enjoyable; I can guarantee I've never had one good memory of him. Just look in our fridge and you'll see the evidence that he never stops drinking; the contents all include: beer, beer, beer, oh and guess what? MORE BEER!
And because I'm the oldest, whenever Elizabeth, my sister, screwed up, I'd get the blame and get grounded and whipped. Elizabeth was Daddy's little angel. Nothing I do can change that, ever since she was born, its Elizabeth this, Elizabeth that!
Anyways, for my report card grades, my dad almost literally DID murder me. I have a feeling I won't be able to sit for a month or two…
I guess you're wondering why my grades are so horrible. Well here's the reason: remember those scars I saw on Isabella's arms that first day at school? I've been thinking night and day what happened to her. A bike accident can't be that bad!
Every day I try to get her alone to ask her, but she always gets an excuse out of it. I'm starting to get pissed off, but I ain't giving up on her.
But then one day, she invited me over to her house to study. Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Act normal, wait don't! What do I say, say yes, don't flip out, you're good friends, come on just speak, SHE'S WAITING! I thought. But, as always, I screwed up and ended up saying, "humanahumanahumanayes."
She just laughed; she laughed at me! Crap!
I walked away blushing with my head down. You fucking screw up! She's never gonna tell you what happened! Maybe she doesn't WANT me to know, ever considered that you moron?! Just give up already!
I ran into the bathroom, I couldn't help it, I just stood there and cried and cried. I stayed in there all day crying, no stopping.