I'm back!!! *evil laugh fades into* School has been ok, but extra-curriculars have not been too kind for my time. I shall try writing longer chapters in the future, and here is the story!!!
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After Fiona made her silent vow to herself, she settled back into the leather seats and began to ruminate.
(flashback)
Pam turned to Fiona and grinned. "I'm Michelle. Only grown-ups call me Pam."
Fiona stared at a spot on the ground, her body posture obviously screaming leave me alone but Michelle didn't heed the warning.
"Your name is Fiona? I had a cat named Fiona, but she got runned over by a car. My daddy had a car, but he sold it so he could buy more drugs. Have you ever done drugs...?" Michelle started, but Fiona, after having enough, took Michelle by the arms, shook her and screamed.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!! I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU! I DON'T WANT TO HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU, SO LEAVE ME ALONE!" Michelle's eyes got big before the first tear spilled out. Fiona stomped off to the locker room. Steve, hearing Fiona scream, had gone to diffuse the situation before it got any worse, but by the time he got there, Fiona had already stomped off. He found Michelle sobbing.
"Michelle, where did Fiona go?" Steve asked.
"Sh-sh-she w-went t-to the bath room," Michelle said, her voice hitched. Steve gave her a hug before he went off to deal with Fiona.
His temper began to mount as he got closer and closer to the locker room, and he found he had to squelch his anger so he wouldn't fly off of the handle, so to speak.
"Fiona Alicia Burr, what to you think you're doing?" Steve demanded, as he saw a puff of smoke escape her mouth. He looked at her hand, and saw a freshly lit cigarette.
"Smoking. What are you going to do about it?" she said, defiantly.
"This," he said, as he snatched the cancerous stick out of her hand.
"Hey! I just lit that! You owe me a ciggy!"
"These are bad for you. I just did you a favor."
Fiona just glared at him.
"Fine then, it's your life. Don't blame me when you're 30 years old carting around an oxygen tank because you have either lung cancer or emphysema because you smoked when you were nine. Don't blame me for having to choose between eating and nicotine addiction. Don't blame me—"
"Alright! Enough already!" she whined. Steve suppressed a grin.
"So, why did you yell at Pam?"
"Because she's annoying! All she ever does it talk and talk and talk! She got on my nerves."
"So you have a temper?"
"Not really. Not unless someone makes me mad," Fiona said, looking at Steve.
"Ok. Come with me," Steve said.
"I'm not apologizing to Pam!" she said, getting ready to stand her ground.
"I'm not going to make you," Steve said, seeing Fiona relax just a bit. "Yet."
"Great," she said, dryly.
"Come with me, will you?" Steve said again.
Fiona studied him, and seeing that he wasn't about to back down, nodded her head as she mumbled, "Great, just great."
(End flashback)
Fiona's reverie was ended as the car entered the driveway of her foster mother. Ms. Robinson was on the porch of the affluent house to meet the trio. As soon as the car stopped, she ran to greet her foster daughter.
"Fiona, I was worried sick! Are you alright? Are you hurt? Are you-"
"Maggie! I'm fine. Just a few stitches, nothing to worry about," Fiona assured. Maggie looked to the elder doctor to confirm this.
Mark nodded. "She'll need to come back into the hospital in 10 days to get the stitches taken out. I've already given Fiona the aftercare instructions."
Maggie breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm so glad that you're alright," she said, putting an arm on Fiona's shoulder.
"I wish I were alright," Fiona mumbled.
"What?" Maggie asked.
"I'm glad I'm alright," Fiona recovered. She forced a small smile to convince everyone something they all knew to be false. Mark, Steve, and Maggie all knew that Fiona wasn't alright.
