ROUGE
By FionaDearest
It has been three years since Cyndi's death. We have all forgotten, except Mama. She cries and cries. Louis says that she'll mourn forever, and I believe it. "Poor Mama," I muttered underneath my breath.
Daddy heard me. "Poor Mama?" he asked, "What about us, honey? We haven't had a decent meal in days! Your mama won't cook anymore." He stopped when he saw the sad look I was giving him. He always told me that if I cried too much, my eyes would break. I asked Louis about it and she told me I had "glass eyes". I shuddered when I heard that.
I nodded and went up to my room to get ready for school. I saw Louis putting four dollars into her backpack. "What's that for?" I asked. She looked up at me, her face full of self pity. "Breakfast and lunch money," she replied. I nodded.
I packed two dollars. I didn't need to buy breakfast. "Girls!" Daddy shouted, "the bus is here!" We both ran downstairs and made it on time. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Over here, Louis!" someone called. "No! Over here!" I groaned. Someone always wanted to sit next to my sister.
I sat in my usual seat next to my friend, Josephine. "Hey Josie!" I said. She smilied back. "Hey Rouge."
Lunch would have been usual, if the fight between Anthony Cabrina and Luke Diade hadn't occurred.
Both of the boys sat at the same table, with the most popular girl in school, Leah Brians. They were both trying to ask her out to the dance. Luke asked first, and Leah said yes. When Anthony asked, she said, "Sorry Anthony, but I'm going with someone else." So, Anthony asked who and she told him.
Anthony got so mad, that he literally attacked Luke. Leah yelped and hopped away from her seat. Both of them started beating each other up until Mr. Morris, the principal, broke them up.
The whole cafeteria was amazed. I didn't know that Anthony could beat up someone! "Wow," some from my table murmured, "they're in big trouble." I sighed. There goes my appetite, right out those doors, I thought, looking at the cafeteria entrance
That wasn't the only bad thing about my day. It just so happens that everyone in my freshman class was taking French. Well, a few people were taking Spanish, but that was only because the French class didn't have enough room for us all.
"Hey Cheza!" one of the boys teased the shyest girl in the class, Cheza Hubb. She was an exchange student from Japan. Cheza looked up, "Yes?" she asked in her tiny voice.
Even though she was Asian, she looked like everyone else. But discrimination towards her had gone too far when they pulled that prank on her. "Could you please pick up my pencil?" Jason Hayes asked. Cheza nodded and bent down to pick it up. Before anyone could warn her, Jason pushed her out of her chair.
Since she wasn't ready, Cheza landed on her arm. It made a sickening crack. "Eww!" all of the girls shrieked, including me. But Jason wasn't done. He then stuck a sign on her back. It read: "Fear me! I will take over America!" That was the last straw. How dare he pick on her!
Josie and I exchanged glances. I ran over to help Cheza while Josie ran over to Jason. Where was Mr. Emery? I helped Cheza up, ripped the sign off of her back, and led her down to the nurse's office. She was muttering something in Japanese, but I didn't have any idea what.
After the nurse concluded that Cheza definitely had a broken arm, I went back upstairs. Mr. Emery was there, but Jason wasn't. I explained to him where I was, and then went back to my seat.
The bus let me off at home. Louis was staying after school to help with something or other. Cheza kept thanking and thanking me. I guess it's that easy to make a new friend.
When I walked inside the door, Daddy came to get me. "What's wrong?" I asked. He ignored my question and looked behind me. "Where's Louisiana?" he demanded to know. I shrugged. "Great," he muttered.
"What?" I asked. Why, wasn't I just as good as my sister? "It's Mama," he said, "she's saying thing like, 'where's Cyndi?' and 'why are you just sitting there, Danelle?' I'm really worried. I think it's time we put her in an institution, honey."
It was if my life had ended. "No!" I cried, "No!" I ran up to my room. First my younger sisters are taken from me, and now Mama? I couldn't handle it anymore, I let out all of the tears that I didn't shed for Danelle and Cyndi.
By FionaDearest
It has been three years since Cyndi's death. We have all forgotten, except Mama. She cries and cries. Louis says that she'll mourn forever, and I believe it. "Poor Mama," I muttered underneath my breath.
Daddy heard me. "Poor Mama?" he asked, "What about us, honey? We haven't had a decent meal in days! Your mama won't cook anymore." He stopped when he saw the sad look I was giving him. He always told me that if I cried too much, my eyes would break. I asked Louis about it and she told me I had "glass eyes". I shuddered when I heard that.
I nodded and went up to my room to get ready for school. I saw Louis putting four dollars into her backpack. "What's that for?" I asked. She looked up at me, her face full of self pity. "Breakfast and lunch money," she replied. I nodded.
I packed two dollars. I didn't need to buy breakfast. "Girls!" Daddy shouted, "the bus is here!" We both ran downstairs and made it on time. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Over here, Louis!" someone called. "No! Over here!" I groaned. Someone always wanted to sit next to my sister.
I sat in my usual seat next to my friend, Josephine. "Hey Josie!" I said. She smilied back. "Hey Rouge."
Lunch would have been usual, if the fight between Anthony Cabrina and Luke Diade hadn't occurred.
Both of the boys sat at the same table, with the most popular girl in school, Leah Brians. They were both trying to ask her out to the dance. Luke asked first, and Leah said yes. When Anthony asked, she said, "Sorry Anthony, but I'm going with someone else." So, Anthony asked who and she told him.
Anthony got so mad, that he literally attacked Luke. Leah yelped and hopped away from her seat. Both of them started beating each other up until Mr. Morris, the principal, broke them up.
The whole cafeteria was amazed. I didn't know that Anthony could beat up someone! "Wow," some from my table murmured, "they're in big trouble." I sighed. There goes my appetite, right out those doors, I thought, looking at the cafeteria entrance
That wasn't the only bad thing about my day. It just so happens that everyone in my freshman class was taking French. Well, a few people were taking Spanish, but that was only because the French class didn't have enough room for us all.
"Hey Cheza!" one of the boys teased the shyest girl in the class, Cheza Hubb. She was an exchange student from Japan. Cheza looked up, "Yes?" she asked in her tiny voice.
Even though she was Asian, she looked like everyone else. But discrimination towards her had gone too far when they pulled that prank on her. "Could you please pick up my pencil?" Jason Hayes asked. Cheza nodded and bent down to pick it up. Before anyone could warn her, Jason pushed her out of her chair.
Since she wasn't ready, Cheza landed on her arm. It made a sickening crack. "Eww!" all of the girls shrieked, including me. But Jason wasn't done. He then stuck a sign on her back. It read: "Fear me! I will take over America!" That was the last straw. How dare he pick on her!
Josie and I exchanged glances. I ran over to help Cheza while Josie ran over to Jason. Where was Mr. Emery? I helped Cheza up, ripped the sign off of her back, and led her down to the nurse's office. She was muttering something in Japanese, but I didn't have any idea what.
After the nurse concluded that Cheza definitely had a broken arm, I went back upstairs. Mr. Emery was there, but Jason wasn't. I explained to him where I was, and then went back to my seat.
The bus let me off at home. Louis was staying after school to help with something or other. Cheza kept thanking and thanking me. I guess it's that easy to make a new friend.
When I walked inside the door, Daddy came to get me. "What's wrong?" I asked. He ignored my question and looked behind me. "Where's Louisiana?" he demanded to know. I shrugged. "Great," he muttered.
"What?" I asked. Why, wasn't I just as good as my sister? "It's Mama," he said, "she's saying thing like, 'where's Cyndi?' and 'why are you just sitting there, Danelle?' I'm really worried. I think it's time we put her in an institution, honey."
It was if my life had ended. "No!" I cried, "No!" I ran up to my room. First my younger sisters are taken from me, and now Mama? I couldn't handle it anymore, I let out all of the tears that I didn't shed for Danelle and Cyndi.