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I wake up with a scowl on my face. It's Monday. I DON'T want to go back to school. But since I do want to continue being Red I resign myself to my fate. I arrive at the breakfast table wearing a blue shirt, black pants, black tennis shoes, and of course my bracelet. Tim notices the scowl that's still on my face and says "Looks like someone's excited about going back to school." I roll my eyes and tell him that's real funny. Bruce, on the other hand, has his face hidden behind the Gotham Gazette. A quick glance at it tells me that I made the front page again. Only this time as Red. I wonder how they got the picture of my nightlife while I eat my breakfast.
Eventually Bruce puts down the paper and looks at me. What does he want? I do however look back at him and say "Can I help it if the press likes me so much?" He doesn't seem amused by that comment. Maybe it's because he's the one who's used to making the front page. Either as Gotham's White Knight or the Dark Knight.
The silence is interrupted by Alfed. He says "As much as I hate to interrupt this lovely conversation it's time for Master Tim and Miss Song to go to school." I roll my eyes and tell him "Aren't you the bringer of good news." Looks like Alfred can't help being formal. I mean I told him to just call me Song. But I do appreciate his sarcasm and the fact that Tim goes to the same school as me. His presence might make Gotham High a little more bearable. Other than that how many times do YOU arrive at school in a Rolls? Exactly.
Upon arrival at Gotham High I cringe. Time to have my height made fun of AGAIN. I leave the Rolls feeling slightly panicked. A familiar voice says "Look Song the Shrimp is back and this time she's got a BOYfriend." Crap. I seriously can not believe that Alex is still here. My panic is replaced by rage. Before I can do anything Tim says "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" Thanks a LOT Tim. You just made it worse. Alex looks at Tim and says "What does it matter if I pick on your little friend here? She's just a parentless nobody. THAT'S IT.
Feeling absolutely livid with rage I punch Alex in the gut as hard as I can. He seems taken aback for a minute but I hear him ask himself when I learned to fight. I smirk at him and then head off to get my schedule. Tim, following close behind, asks me what that was about. Rolling my eyes I ask him "What, was it not obvious enough for you?" The unspoken message of course being that I don't want to talk about it.
Figures that Tim doesn't know about Alex. I'm willing to bet that he's never been bullied. Heck his life seems a lot better than mine. Why do you think I haven't told him about it? I don't really feel like completely opening up to him. I didn't even give Barbara ALL the details of my alley rat life. I couldn't bear to tell her about those long, lonely and miserable weeks. How could she or anyone for that matter understand?
I still have things that Bruce and Tim don't know about. For example they haven't seen the scars on my shoulders. They don't know that my restlessness occurs after my first nightmare which is almost always of my Father's death. I keep things like that secret because I'm not sure how to tell them. Not sure that they'll understand. Honestly I felt that my Father was the only one who understood me. With him gone I'm not sure anyone ever will. It all suddenly feels like too much for me to handle. I feel like I have to get away.
What's happening to me? Daddy where are you? No. Keep it together. I can't anymore. I have to run away from here. I hear Tim calling my name as I escape from Gotham High.
