Alright, I would love to say I'm the best and I have a schedule I follow, but I don't. I procrastinate a lot, when I do have my mind on something I do it, but I'm not the best with time constraints, so these stories will not be uploaded at a consistent time, that's just my warning to you all, expecting something after so long, if I disappear, I'll write a short chapter with an explanation at the end, now on to the chapter
Chapter Two
Life Before the Move
Once, Carolina wasn't the outgoing one you see here, she was once very shy, and bullied through out her middle school days, now, we join her in the past, a week before track tryouts at her middle school, oh my bad. You ask, who am I? I am Rover, an AI created by Dakota "South" Christie, my task is to remind everyone of her adventures at college, and other things from all four girls in my databanks, I even have a few guys stored here, but you'll never know me, as for I, I am in your head, reader, I am feeding you this knowledge that I hope you can take it for what you need to be taken with, explore your own thoughts, let the emotions come out. My creator has told me to take good care of you, and aid you with needs you'll need.
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"Hey, Satan herself has shown her ugly fucking face around here, I'd thought I would never have my personal bitch back." A group of girls snickered at that remark. Courtney was, a hateful person to say the least, she had a problem with red-heads, and with Carolina being the only one in the school, that put her in the firing range for the machine gun worth of insults she had in her head for Carolina. Most of the times, Carolina sat alone at lunch, had people straight out refuse to work with her, and no less, had gone dateless through all of her years due to Courtney, who had boys flocking to her left and right, it was like she was a witch and infected all the boys with a love potion made for them to go head over heels Courtney, and absolutely hate Carolina. She was deemed a "Spawn of Satan", and "Wretched Ginger" just by having her red hair. She had considered dying it something else, but decided it was her gift, and kept it.
Carolina mumbled to herself, "You watch...one day I'll get you back, Courtney." She truly thought that one thing could make everything better, and that was doing a sport. Softball was an option, but she wasn't that good at hitting the ball, Basketball too, but she couldn't shoot that good either, she could only run, then it dawned on her, she could tryout for track! Maybe if she made it, that would show Courtney that she wasn't as bad as she made herself feel. Heck, she could practice running home every day; it was a mile after all. Finally, something she could great at. Carolina couldn't help but smirk as she walked past Courtney, who stunned her, she had never seen Carolina smile at all when she walked past her, but quickly regained her wits and made another snappy remark.
Courtney yelled, "At least my parents had enough creativity to name me something other than a state that had slavery in it!" Carolina snapped back and glared at Courtney, trying to keep the blood she felt rushing to her face to stay back.
Carolina keep direct eye contact with Courtney as she said directly to her, "Did you...just say that...you...insecure...selfish...bitch." She then turned around, and walked off, leaving Courtney speechless, that was the first time Carolina had ever stood up to anyone ever, it felt good, heck, Courtney didn't show her face around Carolina until a months later, in the halls again, after Carolina had established herself as a great track runner.
"So, has our favorite little red-head found a good way to run from someone, because that only seems to keep running your way back to problem?" The girls around Courtney giggled at that remark, but Carolina wasn't going to let them win so easily
"Has our favorite blonde found a weakness in her ploy, because I heard that you're bringing up the back end of our shot-put, dead last I heard?" She had a coy smile on her face as she said this, which drove Courtney insane.
"You bitch, who told you that I was dead last? Hmm? Who said it?" At this point, she had driven Carolina up at wall, in front of most of the student body no less, and was choking her, "I SAID, WHO SAID I WAS DEAD LAST, HMM?" Carolina just stared blankly towards her, trying to get her off, but it didn't work, and Courtney tightened her grip around her throat.
Everyone who was watching was dumbfounded by the events unfolding, even the girls who was in Courtney's group, just stood there. Courtney began to slap Carolina with tremendous force, causing everyone to flinch at the first three slaps, "GOD DAMMIT, TELL ME WHO SAID I WAS DEAD LAST!" No response, twenty more slaps, no response, the only thing heard was the sounds of Carolina gagging and struggling for air, and the high pitched sound of flesh against flesh, Courtney's hand and Carolina's face.
"Hey, umm... Courtney, I think she's out." Piped up one of the girls in her group, which was a dangerous thing to do, but alas, she let go of Carolina, as she flopped lifelessly to the ground, and she wasn't breathing, a boy, quickly rushed to her side and checked her pulse, then shouted, worried and afraid.
"SOMEONE CALL 911, SHE DOESN'T HAVE A PULSE!"
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"Ah good, it seems our patient is waking up." A tall, large, and toned man, who she presumed was a doctor, given his garments, was standing in front of her. "My names is Doctor Maine, but you and just call me Maine, it's easier that way."
"I remember, being choked... then everything went black..." said the afraid and scared Carolina
"Oh... uh yes," Maine said down next to her bed, "Carolina, was it?" Carolina nodded, "You are lucky to be alive, let me show you what you look like."
She had scars on her left and right cheeks, her left was swollen shut, and the right was halfway shut, her jaw line and chin were littered with bruises, and her neck still bore the hand print of her attacker. She didn't look like anything she did before she went into school. "Maine...how long... have I been here?"
"Carolina, you've been here only 10 hours, it's Midnight, you... you had technically died... in her hands... you suffocated... luckily, someone on the stuff knew CPR, and tried until the paramedics arrived and took you by ambulance here, and they revived you on the way here, we've been waiting for you to awake since you arrived."
"W-When...can I go back to school..." muttered at shy and grave Carolina.
"I'm going to say one and a half to two months... I'm sorry, but you'll miss track season, but I've requested that a tutor come by everyday to help you with work, since she'll be teaching you the same things they are learning until you go back."
"O-Okay." Carolina looked defeated, though only one eye and puffed cheeks could only be shown, she was shocked. She had died, by Courtney's hands, she could easily not go back, but that was not going to stop her from making and impact at school, she was going to write a letter, and she was going to write it to someone she cared for. It wasn't addressed to someone, but it will be eventually, she just needed to find the moment to use it.
So, this was a sad chapter, expect more things like this, but later, and yeah, just to say, this story is not being made up days in advance, I write what my brain tells me to do. And I do it, now I hope to see you on the end edition of A Hint of Grey, by myself, Roverdawgg
