Author's note: I notice there are very few new stories for this movie...I wish someone would give me a review. So if you happen to look over this, please do.
NOTE: Sorry for the shortness of this chapter!
2. Circumstances
Alex mother was severe in the punishment of her daughter. As soon as the door swung closed a tirade began about what a god-damn klutz Alex was. She wondered briefly if John had travelled far enough away from her house to hear the goings on within as her mother struck out with a short strong leg aimed at her lower back. The girl crumpled to the floor in tears. She was tossed into her room, the door locked, but not before a thorough search had been performed of every inch of the interior and all of her personal objects had been removed. Before night fell she was visited by her mother's favorite means of abuse, the whip. She wouldn't dare mar the flesh on Alex face, arms, or legs. No, that could be seen by the world and her little doll would be ruined. But her back was nearly always raw and burning due to the searing lashes that were struck upon her skin. A simple wrap of her leg with a warm cloth eased the pain and it felt nearly normal after a few hours.
The next day at school she walked through the doors wearing a white dress, long and lacy. Her back ached terribly and she expected a second beating this night considering her mother had dressed her in the outfit she knew that Alex would stain at least a bit. At lunch time she sat alone, pulling out her miniscule lunch. Two crackers and an apple slice was all she was allowed, all day long. Her parent had taken to depriving her of food as a means of punishment. Alex had always thought that the little porcelain dolls that lined the shelfs of her mother's room were a bit plump, like cherubic angels, but she had always been thin and full figured, as if anyone would notice in her floofy garb.
Alex was feeling angry and depressed as she returned to her locker after lunch period to collect supplies for her next class, as well as incredibly hungry. Eddy shouldn't have come near her. As she slammed her locker door Alex came face to face with the trailer trash who had assaulted her the day before. At first fear flooded her and turned her already pale face a lighter shade of white. The tall boy sneered. And then angered quickly boiled up, replacing the previous emotion, and burned red in her cheeks. He wouldn't dare touch her in front of all these students. But Eddy Dirkwood was lacking in mental prowess and reached out to run a finger down the side of her face. He opened his mouth to make a smart remark, but it never came out. Without thinking about what she was doing, Alex brought back her fist and slammed it as hard as she could into Eddy's sickening smile. She heard a crack as her clenched hand connected and immediately drew it back painfully. Eddy staggered back, stunned, and a broken tooth was evident in his open mouth. He grasped his jaw and stared at her, but before either of them could say a word, none other than the dreaded vice-principle, Richard, was upon them. Alex held her hand against her body as she stared up at him wordlessly. She could only imagine her punishment for the night as dear Mr.Dick said the word detention, glaring at Alex.
NOTE: Sorry for the shortness of this chapter!
2. Circumstances
Alex mother was severe in the punishment of her daughter. As soon as the door swung closed a tirade began about what a god-damn klutz Alex was. She wondered briefly if John had travelled far enough away from her house to hear the goings on within as her mother struck out with a short strong leg aimed at her lower back. The girl crumpled to the floor in tears. She was tossed into her room, the door locked, but not before a thorough search had been performed of every inch of the interior and all of her personal objects had been removed. Before night fell she was visited by her mother's favorite means of abuse, the whip. She wouldn't dare mar the flesh on Alex face, arms, or legs. No, that could be seen by the world and her little doll would be ruined. But her back was nearly always raw and burning due to the searing lashes that were struck upon her skin. A simple wrap of her leg with a warm cloth eased the pain and it felt nearly normal after a few hours.
The next day at school she walked through the doors wearing a white dress, long and lacy. Her back ached terribly and she expected a second beating this night considering her mother had dressed her in the outfit she knew that Alex would stain at least a bit. At lunch time she sat alone, pulling out her miniscule lunch. Two crackers and an apple slice was all she was allowed, all day long. Her parent had taken to depriving her of food as a means of punishment. Alex had always thought that the little porcelain dolls that lined the shelfs of her mother's room were a bit plump, like cherubic angels, but she had always been thin and full figured, as if anyone would notice in her floofy garb.
Alex was feeling angry and depressed as she returned to her locker after lunch period to collect supplies for her next class, as well as incredibly hungry. Eddy shouldn't have come near her. As she slammed her locker door Alex came face to face with the trailer trash who had assaulted her the day before. At first fear flooded her and turned her already pale face a lighter shade of white. The tall boy sneered. And then angered quickly boiled up, replacing the previous emotion, and burned red in her cheeks. He wouldn't dare touch her in front of all these students. But Eddy Dirkwood was lacking in mental prowess and reached out to run a finger down the side of her face. He opened his mouth to make a smart remark, but it never came out. Without thinking about what she was doing, Alex brought back her fist and slammed it as hard as she could into Eddy's sickening smile. She heard a crack as her clenched hand connected and immediately drew it back painfully. Eddy staggered back, stunned, and a broken tooth was evident in his open mouth. He grasped his jaw and stared at her, but before either of them could say a word, none other than the dreaded vice-principle, Richard, was upon them. Alex held her hand against her body as she stared up at him wordlessly. She could only imagine her punishment for the night as dear Mr.Dick said the word detention, glaring at Alex.
