Lost and Forgotten
A/N:BTW: In this Chapter, there's lots of school memories. And so you know, Lola went to a school where it's kinder garden to 8th grade. And every one stays with the same teacher (Ms. Mollie/ Mrs. Turner)
Chapter 2
Memories that haunt and flow like a river of blood
(Flash back)
"Mom! How come you always have to pawn me off!"
"I don't 'pawn' off my children! Stop being an insolent teenager!"
"ARGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE YOU!!" I had screamed slamming the front door and running out into the rainy neiborhood I lived in since I had been 5.
Mom sat down at the small round table. At first she had been completely shocked, now she bowed her head in her hands and began weeping...her little Lola had grown up not the way she had expected. 'When Lola was a little girl at three and ½ she was different from all the other kids in pre-school. At 8 years old, she still had little or no friends, and if she had them, they would turn against her. And now at 13 she is like the stereo-type punk, hates everything but her skate board and her 'blood-metal' music. She hasn't gotten along with anyone at her school, or has had any friends since 5th grade. She's never full-filled much anything in her life. And she'll probably never will be the sweet, successful, loving wife I always wanted her to be.' Her mother thought as she sat there, still mourning about how her baby didn't grow up the way she wanted and (of course) about their fight.
(Back to the present)
'I feel so bad about yelling at her like that, she never REALLY never meant to "pawn me off", and when I said that, I knew it was what the judge had said, "Every summer break and winter break Lola is to visit her father. In the winter- the first two weeks every odd year, last two weeks every even year. Three weeks in the summer." What I way to spend the summer right before eighth grade...' These thoughts and memories flooded back into view. It was like watching an old-old slide-show movie, like the one I used to "watch" in kinder garden. I don't think anyone ACTUALLY paid attention to them, at least, I know I didn't.
(Flashback)
(Classroom 234)
(Kinder Garden)
I was sitting, playing carelessly with my doll, 'Sally May', and the school's baby doll, 'Silly Jill'. When my first 'friend',Chelsi stormed over with her group of the most popular girls and boys.
"So." She said looking down on me as if I was the most disgusting thing she had ever seen.
"Yah?" I stood up, and we looked in each other's eyes. She glared. I only stared in confusion.
"What're you doin'? Hmm? Playing with MY doll, I see." She gave a glance at Sally May's soft golden curls and rosy, chubby cheeks.
"What are you talking about? Sally May is mine. I got her over the summer from my Dad. You were there, remember?"
"ME?! Hang out with YOU!? EEEWWWW! I wasn't there. I don't hang around losers like yyoouu!" She said shoving me backwards, and saving Sally May from flying at the wall.
As I fell, I didn't cry. I had fallen back on the table corner, blinded by black and dark red, I could hear screaming and Ms. Mollie's attempts to calm everyone down, call the nurse, my Mom and an ambulance. No I wasn't crying. I never really did, even when I was five. No, all I could feel was the pounding in my head, the blood pouring on my face, and the hatred that filled my heart.
(Classroom 234)
(One month later)
After staying at home, having been in a coma for a week and a half, and having stitches, I was back in school. Not surprisingly Chelsi, 1) had Sally May 2) apparently thought I had forgotten what had happen in the last month. As she sat swinging at recess she called me, "Lola! Come push me Lola. Please?" None of her other friends were there. I walked over. This was my chance to get back at her.
"This good?" I pushed softly at first.
"Yah. That's fine."
Then making sure no one was looking, I backed up, as her swing came towards me, I kicked. As hard as a 3rd grader, I kicked her right in the kidneys (then I had no clue that, that's where your kidneys are) , with cleats on. She flew forward. Sally May shot in the air and I caught her. Chelsi had flown maybe a yard forward and hit her head SO hard on a bar, she didn't remember what had happened except for my story that she had slipped and fell, I swear. And to back up my story, and to hide Sally May, I ran in get the teacher, I told her my story, and as she ran out to help, no one saw me put Sally May safely in my backpack.
It was an all too perfect plan. And it worked until a week later when Chelsi came back to school noticing that 'her Mini Me' (Sally May) doll was missing. I of course had left her at home, safely on my bed. But Chelsi and her little group of snobs and bitches were picking on EVERYONE in Kinder Garden. But me the most, since they all knew she was really my doll. I of course acted like I still hadn't remembered what had happened before the coma.
(Back to the present)
Yes it was true, I still have Sally May back home, mom says I should keep that stupid doll safe because 'she's now a collector's item and no one makes them anymore'. So she found Sally's old dusty box, and put her back in, and she now sits in her box, on display in the chinet cabinet. Every time I look into her fake, smiling eyes, and see that ugly, stupid plastic face I think back to Kinder Garden and first grade. She's like a constant bad omen to when my life first became a living Hell. And how I played that perfect plan on Chelsi. And how over that summer going into first grade she would soon remember EVERYTHING, including how I was the one who kicked her off the swing to send her flying. And how over that very summer she contacted everyone else and told them, flat out how I had lied. And since most of everyone loved and worshiped that slutty "Goddess", they believed her.
(Flash back)
(Classroom 234)
(1st grade)
It was the first day. And I thought as I walked to the bus stop, that everything would run smoothly. It was the last few minutes of a 'good' life. The few minutes before I learned that Chelsi's memory retuned and that she had turned the majority of the people I knew against me.
The bus pulled up to its stop, opened its doors to let a group of kids on. I ran to catch up. As I stepped on, ALL conversation stopped. The bus driver looked around at the kids on the bus curiously. Then looked at my confused expression. And shut the door. I slowly walked down the isle. Heads turned away from me and the people sitting alone moved to the edge as if daring me to come over and ask to sit there. I went all the way to the back and sat down with the older kids, who later asked "What you do to get them ALL pissed?" I look at the girl who had just asked that. She wore all black and the Upside-down Cross around her neck. A look that I would become all-to familiar with.
"I-I dunno..." We looked at each other for a minute and noticed that all the other 1st graders were silent or bent over and talking way to quietly to hear them.
"Must have, been really bad." She looked intimidating but really pretty in what she wearing.
"Must have." Another girl said, eyeing me suspiciously.
Finally the bus stopped. Everyone got off and ran to their classroom so they wouldn't be late. I walked in to the classroom and took the seat in the back. I could feel that most everyone around me kept glancing devilishly back at me. And if I walked by they move everything from that side of the desk to the other. I knew something was going to happen to me and probably in the next 12 hours.
It was the next day during recess, as I sat alone on a swing (not swinging, just sitting and starring at the peach colored rocks and digging in the sand with my shoe) Chelsi walked over with her (as usual) huge group of girls(and a few guys).
"I know what you did." She crossed her arms impatiently.
"So what? I know what you did. I never forgot what you did, even before the coma." I said calmly, not bothering to look at her and her fake, make-up covered face.
"Oh do you?" Tiffani (yes, all of Chelsi's friends changed part of their name so it ends with 'I') Chelsi's new best friend said imitating Chelsi, like they all did. (They dressed the same, had the same clothes had their hair done the same and even go to the same stores and hair solon.)
"Ya, you pushed me backwards and I hit the back of my head on the table and you said that I tripped, when you and I both know you did it to get Sally May. MY doll. And now you've gone around telling everyone that's it's my fault you fell and hit your head and got a kidney infection." I looked lazily up at her stupid group of rich-bitch whores. They glared down, yet they all looked almost scared of me. They knew I hadn't forgot and they knew I hadn't cried, and I wouldn't have any problems beating them into the ground. French braids, manicures, expensive clothes and all. (They seemed to worship the French and the French ways of living). They stomped and gave a disgusted snort, then stomped off. Probably too make up more rumors, to spread around.