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A/N: Thanks to EVERYONE for reviewing that is the most reviews I have EVER received =D Well enjoy the story (it might turn a little bad cause that's what usually happens in my stories.lol)
Summary: Incara moves to Tulsa, she is classed a Soc but she likes a greaser.you know the usual!
Chapter three (Incara)
After I left Pony's house I went straight back to Jess's house. I was angry and embarrassed. I can't believe I had actually believed her. I knocked on her door again and her brother answered. I handed him the gear,
"These are Jessica's and tell her she is a stupid cow" I said bitterly.
"What has she done now?"
"Played me for a fool" The guy had light brown hair that went down to his ears and he had dark brown eyes. He was about two years older than I was.
"Hey, wait there" He went over to where a phone was and wrote something down on a piece of paper. He handed it to me and I realised it was his phone number.
"Give me a ring and we will sort out a day to go to the movies and talk, ok" I looked at his expectant face. I smiled slightly, feeling a little happier.
"Don't be too disappointed if I don't ring" I replied pocketing his phone number.
"Well if you don't by tomorrow morning I will have to hunt you down and hug you. Oh, you better go, Jess is coming, see you tomorrow at school!" He shut the door as I walked away. Should I ring him? No, he was two years older than me AND Jessica's brother. Well it would be a good way to get back at her. No! He only liked me because of how I looked not how I acted. I am not going to ring him. I decided finally as I slipped into the house unnoticed.
"Incara? Come into here for a second, please, we need to talk" Ok so not completely unnoticed, Sam realised that I had come in. I walked into his clean room and sat down on his bed. I knew he was going to talk about 'fitting in' but I had. Just not into the popular group.
"I know what you are going to say, Sam! If you didn't notice I have friends five of them actually! I just don't want to be in your group because they are all stuck up! Anyway, I think the guy who gave me his phone number is in that group so I suppose I can still go back to it" I then started to hit myself mentally for telling Sam about Jessica's brother.
"Who is this boy?" Sam asked curiously. I pulled out the phone number and looked at the top of the slip of paper.
"Marius" I replied. Sam's eyes widened and then he glared at me. Maybe he wasn't in that group,
"That boy is a freak! Him and all his friends! I can't believe it!" I cowered under his anger. I was sure one of these days he was going to turn out like Dad.
"What is all this yelling going on for?" It was Mum. I was so glad it wasn't Dad. Mum just ignored me, I am sure I was a mistake.
"Nothing except Incara is going to be an outcast again!"
"Incara! Why can't you try to fit in?" Mum glared at me exactly in the same way that Sam was. I hated it, I was fitting in and I liked my friends. Why couldn't they see that?
"Mother, I am fitting in. I have five friends and maybe even a boyfriend" I said in a small voice. Mum glared at me,
"You are lying! I hope you get what is coming to you" Mum then closed the door and I heard her storm off. Why didn't anyone believe me? I was fitting in!
"Great, now Mum is angry! Hope you are happy" I didn't want to point out to him that he got her upset because then Sam would tell Dad and I would have another bruise somewhere. I walked over to his door and walked down the hallway to my own room. I moved over to my desk and took out my maths homework. I tried to forget about my life while I did my homework but as soon as I finished it just came rushing back. I lay down on my bed and turned off the light. I loved the darkness of the room. I looked out the window to see the stars twinkling. At least somebody was smiling at me, they were proud of me, they noticed my achievements and they did not punish me. I love the stars. They do not judge you and they do not harm you. I opened my window and sat down on the flat ledge just outside my bedroom. I did not care about the fall to the ground if I did fall. I was only on the second story and I would probably just break an arm or leg. I looked up to the stars and for once felt happy. I loved the stars. I thought I heard a creak in my room but when I turned around no one was there. I turned back around and one second later I was pushed forcefully. I screamed but was cut off as the ground came up to meet me. The pain was excruciating. My arm was sticking out at a funny angle. Dad came walking out.
"What have you done now?" He drawled.
"I was pushed from my window ledge" He will find a way to blame it on me. Wait for it,
"You shouldn't have been sitting on the window ledge. You probably did it yourself for attention. I will take you to the hospital, but you will not get any pocket money for a year" It's not like you give me anyway I thought bitterly as Dad grabbed his coat. He drove to the hospital moaning and going on about how annoying and what a drag I am. I'm one of his favourite subjects to moan about. When we arrived it was Eight O'clock and Dad was still fuming. It took around two hours to get it into a cast and get home. Dad was really angry because he had to miss out on his favourite show. I was pushed into the hallway, falling down onto the ground.
"Get to your room! You are grounded for two weeks! No track training either!"
"I can't quit track! I just started! They need me! I am going to it whether or not you like it!" I yelled at him. I don't know why I did it, something just snapped and I couldn't take it anymore. Dad grabbed me by my hair and hauled me onto my feet.
"What did you just say?" I trembled under his grip.
"I-I'm sorry"
"Sorry isn't enough! Are you going to go to track?"
"Yes" I would not drop out of track for him. Dad twisted my right arm behind my back and I yelped in pain as he pressured it.
"Are you going to track?" I knew he was going to break my other arm if I didn't agree with him.
"No" I said quietly. I could still practise at lunch, Dad did not know that though. I looked at Sam smirking at me and I realised that he was most probably the one who pushed me out of the window. Dad pushed me towards the stairs and I knocked my hip on the bottom step.
"Now go to bed without any dinner!" I climbed up the stairs into my bedroom and leant against the door. Faint bruises started to appear on my arm where Dad had held me. I hate this place. I have to get away! I knew I couldn't though. I grabbed some money from under my mattress and shoved it into my bag. It was to pay for my track uniform. I changed into my night gear and then finally climbed in between the sheets and closed my eyes. Imagining that I lived somewhere else where people actually cared about me.
A/N: Thanks to EVERYONE for reviewing that is the most reviews I have EVER received =D Well enjoy the story (it might turn a little bad cause that's what usually happens in my stories.lol)
Summary: Incara moves to Tulsa, she is classed a Soc but she likes a greaser.you know the usual!
Chapter three (Incara)
After I left Pony's house I went straight back to Jess's house. I was angry and embarrassed. I can't believe I had actually believed her. I knocked on her door again and her brother answered. I handed him the gear,
"These are Jessica's and tell her she is a stupid cow" I said bitterly.
"What has she done now?"
"Played me for a fool" The guy had light brown hair that went down to his ears and he had dark brown eyes. He was about two years older than I was.
"Hey, wait there" He went over to where a phone was and wrote something down on a piece of paper. He handed it to me and I realised it was his phone number.
"Give me a ring and we will sort out a day to go to the movies and talk, ok" I looked at his expectant face. I smiled slightly, feeling a little happier.
"Don't be too disappointed if I don't ring" I replied pocketing his phone number.
"Well if you don't by tomorrow morning I will have to hunt you down and hug you. Oh, you better go, Jess is coming, see you tomorrow at school!" He shut the door as I walked away. Should I ring him? No, he was two years older than me AND Jessica's brother. Well it would be a good way to get back at her. No! He only liked me because of how I looked not how I acted. I am not going to ring him. I decided finally as I slipped into the house unnoticed.
"Incara? Come into here for a second, please, we need to talk" Ok so not completely unnoticed, Sam realised that I had come in. I walked into his clean room and sat down on his bed. I knew he was going to talk about 'fitting in' but I had. Just not into the popular group.
"I know what you are going to say, Sam! If you didn't notice I have friends five of them actually! I just don't want to be in your group because they are all stuck up! Anyway, I think the guy who gave me his phone number is in that group so I suppose I can still go back to it" I then started to hit myself mentally for telling Sam about Jessica's brother.
"Who is this boy?" Sam asked curiously. I pulled out the phone number and looked at the top of the slip of paper.
"Marius" I replied. Sam's eyes widened and then he glared at me. Maybe he wasn't in that group,
"That boy is a freak! Him and all his friends! I can't believe it!" I cowered under his anger. I was sure one of these days he was going to turn out like Dad.
"What is all this yelling going on for?" It was Mum. I was so glad it wasn't Dad. Mum just ignored me, I am sure I was a mistake.
"Nothing except Incara is going to be an outcast again!"
"Incara! Why can't you try to fit in?" Mum glared at me exactly in the same way that Sam was. I hated it, I was fitting in and I liked my friends. Why couldn't they see that?
"Mother, I am fitting in. I have five friends and maybe even a boyfriend" I said in a small voice. Mum glared at me,
"You are lying! I hope you get what is coming to you" Mum then closed the door and I heard her storm off. Why didn't anyone believe me? I was fitting in!
"Great, now Mum is angry! Hope you are happy" I didn't want to point out to him that he got her upset because then Sam would tell Dad and I would have another bruise somewhere. I walked over to his door and walked down the hallway to my own room. I moved over to my desk and took out my maths homework. I tried to forget about my life while I did my homework but as soon as I finished it just came rushing back. I lay down on my bed and turned off the light. I loved the darkness of the room. I looked out the window to see the stars twinkling. At least somebody was smiling at me, they were proud of me, they noticed my achievements and they did not punish me. I love the stars. They do not judge you and they do not harm you. I opened my window and sat down on the flat ledge just outside my bedroom. I did not care about the fall to the ground if I did fall. I was only on the second story and I would probably just break an arm or leg. I looked up to the stars and for once felt happy. I loved the stars. I thought I heard a creak in my room but when I turned around no one was there. I turned back around and one second later I was pushed forcefully. I screamed but was cut off as the ground came up to meet me. The pain was excruciating. My arm was sticking out at a funny angle. Dad came walking out.
"What have you done now?" He drawled.
"I was pushed from my window ledge" He will find a way to blame it on me. Wait for it,
"You shouldn't have been sitting on the window ledge. You probably did it yourself for attention. I will take you to the hospital, but you will not get any pocket money for a year" It's not like you give me anyway I thought bitterly as Dad grabbed his coat. He drove to the hospital moaning and going on about how annoying and what a drag I am. I'm one of his favourite subjects to moan about. When we arrived it was Eight O'clock and Dad was still fuming. It took around two hours to get it into a cast and get home. Dad was really angry because he had to miss out on his favourite show. I was pushed into the hallway, falling down onto the ground.
"Get to your room! You are grounded for two weeks! No track training either!"
"I can't quit track! I just started! They need me! I am going to it whether or not you like it!" I yelled at him. I don't know why I did it, something just snapped and I couldn't take it anymore. Dad grabbed me by my hair and hauled me onto my feet.
"What did you just say?" I trembled under his grip.
"I-I'm sorry"
"Sorry isn't enough! Are you going to go to track?"
"Yes" I would not drop out of track for him. Dad twisted my right arm behind my back and I yelped in pain as he pressured it.
"Are you going to track?" I knew he was going to break my other arm if I didn't agree with him.
"No" I said quietly. I could still practise at lunch, Dad did not know that though. I looked at Sam smirking at me and I realised that he was most probably the one who pushed me out of the window. Dad pushed me towards the stairs and I knocked my hip on the bottom step.
"Now go to bed without any dinner!" I climbed up the stairs into my bedroom and leant against the door. Faint bruises started to appear on my arm where Dad had held me. I hate this place. I have to get away! I knew I couldn't though. I grabbed some money from under my mattress and shoved it into my bag. It was to pay for my track uniform. I changed into my night gear and then finally climbed in between the sheets and closed my eyes. Imagining that I lived somewhere else where people actually cared about me.