...NEXT DAY
Chapter 9
Paige Michalchuck lay in bed, hair wet, towel on her head. She couldn't stop taking baths, she felt so dirty. Maybe I'll go take another one. She thought to herself as she got up and accidentally knocked the clock that said 3:47 a.m. on it. This caused the alarm to blast off its loud noise into her small house. Oh No! My parents will know I've been up. She thought. I don't want them to suspect anything.
She had felt horrible for all of the last week, because last weekend a guy that she had meant had raped her, and emotionally scarred her forever. She couldn't stand looking at herself in the mirror she felt as if for some reason this was her fault. But it wasn't, as her best friend Hazel, the only one who knew about it, said time, and time again. She suggested that Paige tell the authorities, this guy should be in jail, but she couldn't stand the humiliation of it all. No matter how great a friend Hazel was, she could never understand the mentality of this, never.
"Paige!" Her angry father screamed as if being awoken in the night was the worst thing that could happen to him. Of course Paige knew better, little does he know, she thought as a small, salty tear dripped down her tanned face. Things like that (being tanned) had always mattered to her before, along with popularity, and guys, but now that all seemed to fade away in importance in the eyes of Paige. In fact guys was the last thing she wanted in her life.
"Sorry, Dad... I just had to go to the bathroom. I'll be right out." After I wash myself from head to toe. Why did this have to happen to her? She would never know. But what she did know was that she'd stop wearing those sexual clothes that led guys on. Maybe I'll be a science geek, like Liberty. She thought to herself, but this time she wasn't just joking she really meant it. She dreaded tomorrow at school, she didn't want to see any guys ever again, she felt like they had all betrayed her.
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Rae Areostall woke up from a wonderful dream. In this dream life was great- she was back home in Pennsylvania- where she had lived in the U.S. before her father died and her mother got a new job in Canada eight years ago. She remembered slight details of a garden, walking on the path, one hand in her father's and one in her mother's.
Her mom wasn't like that before- she wasn't crazy. Rae had a secret she didn't want to tell anyone. Her mother had gone to a prison, for three weeks. Then they had an appeal in court and her mother pleaded permanent insanity. She was found crazy and taken to a mental asylum. The thing Rae always feared was that she'd be like her mother, and forget about reality. She never believed herself about anything anymore, and that wasn't good.
Rae got up checked in her closet, and decided on a pair of army cargos and pink- short sleeved shirt, showing her midriff just enough to see her awesome belly-button ring. She pulled back her long, honey-blonde hair that went down just about the bottom of her bra. This showed her double pierced ears along with a cartilage. Despite all this she didn't look punkish, it was impossible with Rae, she always had a charming, mystical beauty to her. She wasn't punk anyway she was hardcore.
She hadn't met anyone yesterday because she hadn't shown. She skipped school and hid by the railroad tracks, when Joey found out her was furious, and said one more of these incidents she would be going back to the foster home. At this rate she didn't care.