Chapter Six



Disclaimer crap again...don't own HG own KM SM Dad, mom, etc...blah...oh yeah! Jason MxGarmie is NOT a real HG character so I DO own him!

I don't have a grudge against anyone, so Casey sry for my hostile comments in the other chapter...thanks for understanding...the other reviewers, thanks, and keep 'em coming!

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At 7:30 AM Kristin woke up. Everyone was getting ready for breakfast and morning chores. "Whoa...I thought that we had a specific time to wake up?" Kristin asked, again, to no particuliar person. "Yeah, 7:00 AM. Peter woke us up late, Soph is in town for the day, so he had to get things ready. Plus I wanted to let you sleep a little later, since you had a tough night." Jules said. "You heard?" Kristin screached. "Yeah. Who couldn't? I'm surprised Peter or Scott didn't come over and ask if we were killing you!" Daisy said from across the room. "Ohhh..." Kristin groaned, rubbing her back. "Hurry, up, we got to be at breakfast in about 30 minutes. We don't have kitchen for a month, other groups have them, but we have to clean up our bathroom, it's sort of a mess." Kat said. Kristin got up and rubbed her eyes. Her black eye had faded to a ugly yellowish- greenish-bluish-purplish blob on her eye.

She put on a Nike sweat shirt and some jeans. She had few new clothes. most of her clothes were Steven's hand-me-downs, her mom bought her new stuff, but Kristin secretly thought she was living somewhere else. She walked to breakfast, trailing behind Shelby and Scott and Auggie and Jules. Auggie and Daisy were already at the cafeteria. She saw Peter waving her over and she jogged over there. "Your eye looks like it's getting better," Peter pointed out. "Thanks." She muttered. "Well, did you have a good sleep?" He asked. Don't tell him about the dream! "Yep." "Good." Peter said. "Well, your books are in my office. I might be 5-10 minutes late. So, if I am, just find where you were in your old school. I got the same books except the social studies. They said you were extremely bored in that class so you're takinga 8th grade class." "Cool!" She said, actually smiling. "Okay, well, go eat breakfast." He said. "Okay. Bye." She said. On her way to the cafeteria. She thought about what just happened. She had actually TRUSTED someone.

She picked at her breakfast. It was actually pretty good. Scrambled eggs, a buiscut, and 2 sausage patties. "Hey, what's wrong?" Scott asked when he saw her picking at her food. "Nothing." She said. "Lemme see your eye!" He said and she looked at him. "Looks...better..." He said, still wondering how she got it. "Yeah. I guess." She said. She ate a sausage pattie and was the third one to leave. The first was Scott, then Auggie. She got up and left about 2 minutes after Auggie. The girls and Ezra were all talking about something. She went to the girls bathroom. It WAS a kind-of mess. It had little pieces of toilet paper. What was she suppose to do? She asked herself. It looked like her school's bathroom, only without the peeling paint and ugly colors. She picked up the bathroom a little. It was only toilet paper, really, and a few things here-and-there. She picked up everything, before she realized what happened. "Hey, you didn't have to do all of it." Shelby said when she saw Kristin getting ready to go her "class" and the bathroom was clean. "It wasn't messy, but I am use to it." She said, shrugging. "Well, see ya later." Shelby called after Kristin. It was 9:05. She had lost her pencils and had to look for them for 25 minutes before she found them...next to her pins.

She ran to Peter's office. He was there. "Well, you're lucky, I just got here. I'm trying to get a teacher here, but it'll probably be me for the whole year." Peter said. "We don't HAVE to do schooling, ya know? We can just skip it and you can tell them we did." She said. "No, that's Okay Kristin." He said, laughing. "Well, what are we doing first? And how is this actually going to be like school if I'm the only one?" She asked. "Just like real school except you'll be the only one. I guess if you can pass a few tests we can place you in a 9th grade class. Scott, Auggie, Shelby and Jules are in there. Daisy and Ezra are in 10th and Kat is graduating this year." "Oh." She said. "Well, do you remember where you were in chapter 3 in your math book? The files just said chapter 3, not a section or whatever. Pre-algabra, that's pretty good." Peter complimented. "Thanks. Section 4. We just got done with an exam, but I never got my grade." She said, shrugging. "I don't think you would want it..a 64? What happened? According to his you always make 85's or higher." "bad day." She muttered. "Yeah, everyone has one of those." Peter said, flipping through his teacher's edition. He had never taught, but he was thankful Sophie had agreed to take care of Peter's job with help from Frank while he taught her. "Ahh...integers. I hated them when I was a kid. How about you?" He asked. "They're easy so I don't care." She said non- chalantly, staring out the window, not paying attention to the desk or book.

She must have been staring out the window for awhile because she didn't notice when Peter asked her 'how about a review' and 'what's a negative times a negative'? "Hey, Kristin! Hellllllloooooo???" Peter called. Kristin slowly looked at him. "Yeah?" She asked. "Whats a negative times a negative?" He asked. "How should I know? I'm stupid." She said, surprised herself but more so Peter. That was what her dad told her day in and day out, 'You're a stupid worthless kid put on this earth to entertain your brother!' is what he told her one day...

***Flashback***

It was the day before the last day of school. She had just gotten home and nearly threw up from the strong smell of booze. When she walked in her dad stared at her. "get over here, you worthless piece of trash!" He demanded. When she didn't come-she was to scared to move-he marched over there and grabbed her hair and pulled her over and threw her upside the wall. "I TOLD YOU TO CLEAN THIS DAMN HOUSE LAST NIGHT!" he hollered, slapping her as hard as he could. "I...did!" She cried between sobs. "Oh, so now I'm lying?" He demanded, spinning her around and took off his belt and pulled up her shirt to show her welted-back. He slapped her back as hard as he could with his belt, opening welts, enjoying the site of blood staining her white shirt. He turned her around and punched her around for a few minutes. "Please...stop...I'll clean...it...again!" She cried, the pain was unbearable. She just wanted to die, to end the pain. "You know what, you're only here on this Earth to please your brother...you're a stupid, worthless brat who doesn't know anything." He said before knocking her out.

***End of flashback***

"Kristin? Are you alright?" He asked. She looked like she was being punched mentally, her eyes were wide with fear. "I'm fine." She growled. "Do you know the answer?" "NOOO!" She screamed as loud as she could. She would've kept screaming except she stood up and started kicking the walls. She didn't care what she hit. She just wanted to hit SOMETHING. She felt Peter grab her shoulders and try to get her to stop kicking things. "Hey...hey...Kristin..." He said soothingly. It wasn't the kind of soothe Steven sounded like, a seductive soothe. Peter's was like her mom's...reassuring, like everything was going to be alright. "No..." she cried. She hadn't had an outburst since last year in April...



***FLashback***

"Hey, kid, watch out!" another sixth-grader Ace called when he bumped into her. "You watch out," he said, shoving her. She didn't want to fight...the beatings at home had became unbearable. "Stop!" She yelled and started punching and kicking lockers and walls, damaging herself more than the things she kicked. She was grabbed by a teacher and wrestled to the ground. She hated that teacher for the rest of the year. He didn't try to soothe her, he just tackled her to the ground, yelling at her.

***End of flashback***

Peter had her together. She hadn't wanted to let go when he had embraced herself after she had stopped screaming and kicking. She felt safe with him, only how she felt with her mother. "Are you okay, now?" He asked. She just nodded. She was now on the couch in the den, Peter right next to her. He felt like he was talking to his niece, who had ADD. She often had outburst similiar to Kristins but nothing to the magnitude. Soon she fell asleep, but he didn't leave. There was something about her that he NEEDED to find out.